I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The initial invincibility time of one year has been less than two months now.

Zhang Dongyun tried to search for other fairy trace fragments to extend the invincibility time.

On the other side, they continue to brush system tasks to win opportunities for city expansion and upgrade.

If it can continue to expand like this, Yang Li and others, and other fairy trace fragments are directly expanded into the city, then he naturally doesn't have to bother to find it.

However, the city is not big enough right now, and the time is only about ten months and three hundred days.

System tasks still need to hurry up.

If it really doesn't work, Zhang Chengzhu said that he couldn't and he must personally give initiation, so that he would encourage him.

Right now, it would be possible to give Shen Herong the work first.

As for outside the city...

Zhang Dongyun stood up from his seat and paced in the Daming Palace.

Apart from the hidden pavilion, the Eastern Tang Dynasty should have other spy channels, why haven't they come to the door?

Could it be that after knowing the end of the dark pavilion Gu Hechuan and Phantom, he was frightened?

If you don't go up the mountain, then you should be making a fuss under the mountain... Zhang Dongyun thought in his heart.

The city of Chang'an on the mountain is changing with each passing day.

Yamashita also looked like the world has changed.

The Hanshan School regained its foothold in the Qinzhou Mansion, and the ferry business was booming.

Hui Tianyu personally escorted a batch of ore onto the ship before returning to Chang'an.

However, before he returned to the mountain, he was suddenly stopped.

The scene is a bit bizarre.

The one-eyed warrior with a strong outfit, a vigorous body and a capable face was blocked by a scholar.

Hui Tianyu quietly stared at the young scholar in front of him with one eye, and did not underestimate him.

In this world, there is a way of cultivation called Confucian cultivation.

Killing with pen and paper is not a metaphor, but a literal means of killing.

"Qinzhou Mansion is under the rule of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. This Xiongtai is naturally also a citizen of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. He works for the Eastern Tang Dynasty. He wants to come and stay wherever he wants?" The scholar smiled and his tone was soothing.

The single-eyed young man was in a trance, almost subconsciously about to nod his head.

But he quickly wakes up.

The beautiful mouth of Confucianism?

The other party was indeed a Confucian practitioner, and his level was not low.

In Confucian practice, the first state is called Enlightenment.

Scholars embark on the road of repair. This realm is mainly to lay the foundation, to improve the memory and comprehension ability, but it is not easy to directly confront the enemy.

When it comes to the second stage of Confucian practice, the situation is different.

Poems and books are self-sufficient, and they develop talent and culture, splendid heart, keen soul, firm mind, and language vaguely affects the minds of others, which is easily convincing.

Although it still doesn't have the frontal combat capability, if used properly, it will naturally have miraculous effects.

Hui Tianyu is the cultivation level of the third martial arts realm. Although the martial artist does not directly practice the spirit, but from the outside to the inside, the physical body is strong and the spirit will be firm.

A cultivator in the second stage of Confucianism cannot influence him at all.

It is the Confucian practitioners who are also in the third realm who reveal their beautiful spirit, and Hui Tianyu will not be caught in the first time.

The scholar in front of him looked young, but his cultivation level might be higher than him.

If it weren't for the Hanshan School of Mind to be improved by Mr. Wuyun, I'm afraid it would be completely unstoppable.

When Hui Tianyu was awakened in his heart, he was ignorant on the face.

"Yes, I am Dongtang..."

Before he finished speaking, a sword light suddenly lit up, like lightning that pierced the night sky!

The Dark Night Sword!

Hui Tianyu pretended to be still affected by the other side's beautiful mouth, but in fact suddenly shot out a sword.

Dark Night Jinghongjian was already known for its speed, and returning to Tianyu was equivalent to suddenly turning over after surrendering.

Therefore, the sword light pierced in front of the young scholar in a flash.

The scholar was also taken aback, almost unable to react.

He observed Tianyu for a long time, and asked himself that his realm was higher than that of the other party, and he was from a famous family, and it was impossible not to take a person from a small power in a place.

Unexpectedly, this single-eyed young man not only broke free from the influence of his beautiful mouth, but also used such a stunning sword.

After the close contest, the martial arts practitioners are undoubtedly more dominant.

The scholar's whole body was surging, like a breeze, his body lost weight and fluttered backward with the wind.

But he missed the opportunity, and Hui Tianyu's sword light had already pierced him, too late to resist.

Fortunately, a piece of jade pendant on his waist flashed suddenly.

The brilliance condensed in the air into an ancient sword three feet long.

Gu Jian is dangerous and dangerous, helping the scholar intercept Hui Tianyu's long sword.

The Jianfeng was knocked off by the ancient sword and swept across the scholar's sideburns.

The scholar only feels cold, and chances are that his hair is already falling.

"Toast and not eat fine wine." After the scholar was afraid, his expression became serious.

He recites the poem, his breath is like wind.

During his recitation, Hui Tianyu did not answer, and continued to shoot his sword, like a thunderbolt and lightning.

The young scholar stood there with a sneer, didn't dodge or back off, just recite to himself.

And that illusory ancient sword guarded him, helping him block Hui Tianyu's sword edge.

Hui Tianyu saw that the opponent had a treasure body, even if he was close to him, he was not afraid of him as a warrior, so he no longer slammed, and immediately retreated with a sword.

But after the scholar finished reading the poem, the air flowed around and turned into a cold wind, as sharp as a sword, slashed back to Tianyu.

The single-eyed young man swung his sword, barely resisting the wind and sword.

After a few rounds, he turned left and right, gradually unable to take care of it.

Fortunately, at this time, a sword came from afar, breaking the sword wind.

Then the sword light flashed, and he went to the scholar again.

This time Jianguang was so close that the scholar himself could not react.

Relying on that illusory ancient sword, once again volleyed to block the opponent's sword light.

But this time, this ancient sword was swept away by the opponent's sword light.

As soon as the visitor stretched out his hand, he had already caught the scholar.

"Don't move, Guo's sword must be faster than your mouth." The other party said.

"See the head." Hui Tianyu on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

The person here is Guo Zi.

The young scholar who had been captured was shocked again at this moment.

Guo Zi and Hui Tianyu are the same swordsmanship.

Is this Hanshan faction all?

Where did they learn the swordsmanship?

The Hanshan School has long had such a martial arts inheritance, so it is useful to nest in the small Qinzhou Mansion.

Wait... Then Changan?

The scholar wakes up.

He looked back at Tianyu, and then at Guo Zi.

The latter is afraid that he is specifically ambushing him...

But the young scholar was not flustered.

He didn't resist, just smiled: "I underestimated you, but it's better for you to let me go."

Guo Zi ignored him, carrying him straight up the mountain, returning to Tianyu to follow.

The scholar was on the road, relaxed at first, but gradually became uneasy.

All the way back to Chang'an City, Guo Zi took the scholar to find Mr. Wu Yun to return.

"Mr. Ji, caught a scholar of the fourth level of Confucianism, he seems to be from a prominent family."

In the lobby, Mr. Wuyun’s voice came out:

"Well, from the Cheng family."

A few people entered the lobby, and there were two people in the hall besides Mr. Wu Yun, who looked like an old man in black.

One is Chen Jiezhi.

The other is a middle-aged man in white, with a handsome and elegant appearance.

But he looked tired.

"Uncle Seven..." The young scholar saw the middle-aged man, his face suddenly ugly.