Chapter 679 Caravan, Kill

Tao Ming Zhufei landed on the edge of the battle platform, rolled to the ground, and then looked at He Yangsun with horror on his face.

how so?

The three old men who presided over the judgment beside the battle platform all stood up, with a hint of surprise flashing across their faces.

They are all level 2 and 3. Although they couldn't see He Yangsun's blow just now, they could clearly see it.

The timing and strength of that blow were top notch.

It is a rare existence among first-level armor masters.

Below, there was an uproar among the crowd watching the battle.

He Yangsun defeated Tao Mingzhu, the young master of the Tao family with a single strike?

is it possible?

Those in the He family, including He Yulin, all looked lost.

When did He Yangsun become so strong?

"This battle——" a judge began. Before he finished speaking, Tao Shuo, the head of the Tao family not far away, had already spoken.

"Wait!"

Tao Shuo looked livid, looked at the two people on the stage, and said loudly: "My lord, my son Tao Mingzhu is just pity He Yangsun, and he doesn't want to fight hard."

"That's when He Yangsun successfully attacked."

"If you think about it, anyone with a level 2 Armor Master cultivation can understand it."

Tao Shuo looked around and said loudly, "My son, I didn't lose!"

Didn't lose?

Can't afford to lose?

The people watching the battle started talking in low voices.

Tao Shuo glared at Tao Mingzhu who was on the stage, and shouted: "Tao Mingzhu, have you forgotten what being a father taught you?"

"When fighting against people, how can you be merciless!"

Hearing his words, Tao Mingzhu showed shame on his face, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Tao Mingzhu's armor completely covered his whole body, and a black long spear in his hand had a one-foot-three-inch blade, revealing a faint halo.

Fight again!

Tao Mingzhu let out a low growl, stepped forward, and stabbed He Yangsun's neck with the spear in his hand.

This blow did not hold back at all.

The spear whistled like a dragon swimming out to sea, causing the wind to roar.

A faint dragon shadow rushed towards He Yangsun, as if it wanted to bite his neck into pieces.

This is the true level of a first-level armor master!

Let's see if He Yangsun can catch such a blow!

This time, He Yangsun didn't make a direct move, but took a step back.

It's not difficult to defeat Tao Mingzhu directly, but if he shows too much strength directly, wouldn't it be difficult if he wants to gamble with others later?

He Yangsun is also planning to gamble with others to get back the family fortune he lost before.

He took a step back, and there was a sudden discussion below.

This step back means that He Yangsun is not as strong as everyone imagined before.

Since he is not that strong, then this battle is worth watching.

He Yangsun took a step back, and Tao Mingzhu heaved a sigh of relief, the spear in his hand turned into a series of streamers, one blow was faster than the other, and stabbed He Yangsun.

He Yangsun didn't fight recklessly with his long spear, but just held the long knife horizontally in his hand, and walked briskly.

He is also adapting.

Fighting against God Slayer and War Puppet, he was completely crushed and could only fight with all his strength.

Now, when fighting against opponents who are weaker than him, how to control the battle situation and how to fight with the least strength is also his experience.

Whether it is the imperial armor or the imperial puppet, it is the control of the auxiliary force.

At this time, He Yangsun suddenly felt that his vision was different when he realized how to control the battle situation.

In his eyes, Tao Mingzhu, who stabbed him one after another, was nothing more than an ant waving his arms.

The cold light above the spear seemed so powerless.

There is also the spirit of courage all over the body, but it is a futile struggle.

His opponent is not such a weak person.

Stepping back, the long knife in his hand swirls lightly, and every blow is just right, so that the opponent does not feel that it is impossible to resist, and it does not feel that it is difficult to defeat.

Those people in the audience watched, the lights and shadows on the stage were flying, and Tao Mingzhu, who burst out with all his strength, was magnificent, like a roaring lion, with the power of a torrent wrapped in his spear.

The only weird thing is that He Yangsun, who was hit by the torrent, was not in danger, but was floating like duckweed, undisturbed by the wind and waves.

Let your marksmanship be like a god, and I will only stab my soul.

The feeling of watching the excitement is extremely exciting, and I can't help shouting.

But those masters who have reached the second level or even the third level have serious expressions at this time.

Until now, He Yangsun didn't use all his strength at all, and he didn't even use much armor power.

He only relied on his own cultivation, coupled with his spiritual sense and induction far surpassing the opponent's, to walk beyond the spearhead.

It looks dangerous, but in fact, it is extremely safe.

"This one, I'm afraid he has hidden a lot of strength. Tao Mingzhu is not his opponent." A white-bearded judge standing aside said in a low voice.

Not only him, but many other people also saw that Tao Mingzhu's combat power alone would never be able to hurt He Yangsun.

At this time, several elders of the Tao family and Tao Shuo, the head of the family, all looked gloomy.

It's nothing to lose a few shops, but such a defeat for the young master of the Tao family really hurt the face of the Tao family too much.

"Tao Mingzhu, stop playing and show your strongest strength!" Tao Shuo shouted.

Tao Mingzhu put away his spear, took a step back, and nodded solemnly.

He understood what his father meant.

He doesn't have any stronger strength, but he has a stronger armor.

This was prepared by his father for him, and it was refined when he became a second-level armor master.

He can't control the power of this battle armor yet, but he can use it a little bit.

With this battle armor, he has the confidence to defeat He Yangsun, even——

There was a killing intent in his eyes.

There was a flame burning in Tao Mingzhu's heart.

Even such a guy who has been expelled from the city is also qualified to win against himself?

impossible!

"war--"

Tao Mingzhu let out a loud shout, and the battle armor on his body turned into gold, and a set of nine-foot-high battle armor shone with mysterious golden light.

The spear also turned into a two-foot-two golden spear.

The aura on his body suddenly rose, and the air around him was pushed away by a powerful force, and exploded, triggering an illusory sonic boom.

Stabbing out the spear in his hand, Tao Mingzhu stepped forward, his whole body turned into a golden dragon, and walked away with the spear!

So strong!

Below, countless exclamations sounded.

How to resist such a powerful battle armor force!

This battle, He Yangsun is afraid to lose...

Under the stage, despair flashed across the faces of those members of the He family, and they all clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

Today, they saw that the He family's victory was so close.

Unknowingly, they once again regarded He Yangsun as the He family.

He Yangsun narrowed his eyes, holding the long knife horizontally in his hand.

Looking at the long dragon rushing towards him, he finally understood why Master Han wanted to train himself with war puppets.

He finally understood why Master Han said that he needed to survive ten moves in front of the puppet before he could step onto the battlefield.

Because, if you don't have a powerful battle armor and a battle puppet, you will definitely be able to exert a strong enough combat power.

For example, Tao Mingzhu at this time seemed to be powerful in battle. This move seemed to have the power to collapse mountains, and even the strongest of the first-level armor masters might not be able to resist it.

But in the eyes of the real strong, this trick is full of flaws.

Invisibly, He Yangsun has placed himself in the ranks of the strong.

Instead of retreating, he moved forward with a long knife in his hand, and a glint of blue light appeared on the blade.

"Stab—"

The blade collided with the long dragon, and the long dragon was shocked, and his body rushed forward uncontrollably.

Then, as everyone watched, the young master of the Tao family, who had transformed into a long dragon, crashed more than ten feet away and flew out of the space of the battle platform.

"Boom—"

Tao Mingzhu bumped his head against a large jade pillar in the distance, fell to the ground and passed out.

This time, there is no possibility of fighting again.

The judge who stood up earlier showed a smile on his face, and said loudly: "He Yangsun, win."

won!

From the audience, there was a sound of cheers.

For those who watched the game, most of them didn't care who won.

They just need to see that this battle is exciting enough.

Today's battle was fierce, with ups and downs, and it was indeed beautiful.

"Master He, are you still fighting?"

"Master He, if you still gamble, I will definitely bet on you to win!"

Amidst the cheers, He Yangsun put away the bet he got and left quickly.

The members of the He family stood where they were, with complicated expressions on their faces.

The faces of the Tao family were ashen, and they all stared at He Yangsun's back.

...

In one day, the news that He Yangsun of the He family defeated the young master of the Tao family spread throughout Tacheng.

The laughing stock of Tacheng in the past has suddenly become an inspirational existence.

The discussion among the children of many aristocratic families is how strong this He Yangsun rises against the trend.

Many big clans are beginning to make arrangements to deal with the challenges that He Yangsun may be coming.

From their point of view, since He Yangsun is so strong, he will definitely not be reconciled to the previous defeat, and will take back what he lost in the past.

The same is true.

On the second day, He Yangsun launched a challenge to the aristocratic Zhang family.

The bet is five shops.

Two days later, Zhang Shishun, who ranked high among the younger generations of the Zhang family, was defeated.

On another day, He Yangsun challenged the Xu family, and the bet was ten shops.

The young master of the Xu family came to power and lost three moves.

On another day, He Yangsun challenged the Sun family.

...

In two months, He Yangsun challenged thirteen Tacheng families, and won a total of shops, mines, and various supplies, equivalent to nearly five million Yuan coins.

This is already close to the family business of the He family in its heyday.

During these two months, the name of He Yangsun has spread throughout Tacheng.

The name of the first person of the younger generation, the most promising junior in Tacheng, and the most inspirational counterattack model.

In the attic on the second floor of the shop, in front of Han Muye, He Yangsun bowed and stood quietly.

Han Muye's hands were entwined with flames, and a piece of blue-black battle armor was refined.

"This piece of armor can double the defense of the breastplate. If you replace this piece of armor, the repair of the third-level battle armor is complete."

Handing the armor piece to He Yangsun, Han Muye raised his head and said, "Are you really going to escort the caravan yourself?"

With the rise of He Yangsun, the shops naturally attracted the attention of all parties.

The sales of various war puppet battle armor parts in the shop have improved a lot, and the repair business of war puppet battle armor has also increased a lot.

Not only people from Tacheng came to the store, but also people from other places.

The armor piece refined by Han Muye just now was sent from Fenglin City, which is also the Acropolis of Yutao City, a city of ninth-level relics.

Fenglin City is nearly 3,000 miles away from Tacheng, crossing two mountains and the wasteland.

"This battle armor was sent by the Zheng family in Fenglin City." He Yangsun nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The Zheng family is a big family with sixth-level imperial puppet masters."

The sixth-level imperial puppet master is already the top few people within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Such a big family must be taken seriously.

"I feel that if I don't personally go to escort this time, this armor will definitely be lost."

He Yangsun spoke solemnly.

In the past two months, he has challenged in the city and offended too many people.

There must be countless people who want to plot against him now.

If the caravan lost this battle armor, then for He Yangsun, it would be an offense to the Zheng family and a sixth-level puppet master.

"Well, it just so happens that I don't have anything to do recently, so I'll go to Fenglin City to have a look." Han Muye put away all the items on the long case in front of him, and looked at He Yangsun.

Master Han is going too?

He Yangsun was taken aback for a moment, and then his face was full of joy.

Although I feel that the combat power is very strong now, no matter whether it is Yupuppet or Yujia, I can fight undefeated against the third-level powerhouse, but I still can only pass ten moves in front of Master Han's war puppet.

These ten moves are the limit.

He didn't know how strong Master Han's war puppet was.

———————

When He Yangsun and his caravan left Tacheng, almost the whole Tacheng knew about it.

After a while, at least two hundred people quietly left the city.

There is no way, in the past two months, the big families in Tacheng have been suppressed too hard by He Yangsun.

The younger generations of each family dare not face He Yangsun directly.

Such a person cannot stay.

At the gate of the city, He Yulin, who was wearing a black robe, turned his head and looked at the people behind him.

"Although He Yangsun didn't want to return to the He family, he gave us the mansion."

"We still recognize him as the young master."

These words made everyone look complicated.

He Yangsun returned the He family mansion to them, but refused to admit that he was from the He family.

Even if He Yulin came to the door and asked him to continue to be the young master of the He family, he was rejected.

"Every family in Tacheng wants to intercept and kill him this time. I can't turn a blind eye." He Yulin showed a firm look on his face, and his eyes shone brightly.

"If I die in battle and He Yangsun can return safely, you can go and beg him again."

"Ask him to preside over the He family."

"If he also died outside," He Yulin turned his head to look into the distance, shook his head and said, "It can only be said that my He family's life should be dissipated."

After speaking, he moved and rushed towards the distant mountains.

The others looked at each other with melancholy expressions on their faces.

This time, it was very difficult.

...

The He family's caravan consisted of no more than fifteen people, all of them were old He family members who were willing to follow He Yangsun.

Two of them are first-level armor masters, and the others are all practitioners who are not bad at fighting, but do not have the means of armor and puppet control.

In the galaxy universe, if you can control the armor and the puppet, your combat power can far surpass that of the same level.

Imperial Armor Master and Imperial Puppet Master are also the most respectable.

On this trip to Fenglin City, He Yangsun not only escorted the battle armor pieces, but also sent some goods to sell there, a total of three big trucks were loaded.

Han Muye was also sitting in a large cart.

However, his cart was not pulled by a two-horse horse, but by a blood leopard.

The majestic Blood Leopard walked steadily, and no other carts dared to get close.

The people in the caravan did not expect that the little blood-colored beast following Master Han, whom he only heard of by name, was actually a blood leopard.

In the distance, above the mountains, an old man in a black robe had a dignified expression.

"The blood leopard is pulling the cart. According to the news, that Master Han is also in the convoy."

In the past two months, the reasons for He Yangsun's rise have long been understood.

Everything behind it is supported by the mysterious Master Han.

Battle armor, war puppet.

He Yangsun's shop also sells war puppets and armor made by Master Han, but the price is relatively expensive.

It is said that it is even possible to customize a battle armor above level three.

There are two families in the city who seem to be motivated, and they are going to ask Master Han to refine the war puppet armor.

It's just that each piece of war puppet armor above level three is worth hundreds of thousands of origin coins, so it's not easy to negotiate.

"This Master Han will not be offended if he can avoid it." The black-robed old man pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen practitioners in the same black robes, some of them have black armor, and some are followed by eight-foot-tall war puppets.

In the mountains and forests in the distance, there are also indistinct figures emerging.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the caravan to step into the forest.

In front of the caravan, the commander He Xiang who was leading the caravan raised his hand, and the caravan stopped.

"Young master, there is a murderous aura ahead, there must be a powerful enemy hiding."

He turned his head and looked at He Yangsun.

He Xiang is a first-class imperial armor master, a disciple of the He family who followed the patriarch He Ju back then.

Now, he is loyal to He Yangsun.

"It's the aristocratic family in Tacheng ambushing." He Yangsun rode his horse and walked forward.

"I only dare to hide here, which makes me look down."

He rode forward, and a bright silver light appeared on his body.

"He Yangsun is here, who can take my life—"

challenge!

I know you are here, I will fight!

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of the figures in the forest became serious.

With He Yangsun's attitude, is he confident, or is he genuinely brave and fearless?

Even if he is really strong, can he break through the interception of masters sent by various families?

This is the wilderness, not a battlefield in the city.

Here, there are no rules of gambling.

"Since he wants to die, let him be fulfilled." Someone shouted and flew up.

The bright halo turned into a battle armor, which is a second-level armor master!

A second-level armor master made a direct move!

The others paused slightly to see how this second-level armor master beheaded He Yangsun.

In the middle of the air, the long knife in the hands of this second-level armor master has condensed and turned into a three-zhang knife light. The light above the blade is clear and cold, as if it is about to freeze the surrounding world.

"Boom—"

The blade directly chopped off the trees ten feet in front of him, wrapped in mud and rocks, and slammed into the head of He Yangsun who was riding his horse.

The mud and rocks converged into dragons, and each piece of mud and rock was extremely thick.

Take advantage!

This is the second-level Armor Master, who not only stimulates his own combat power to the extreme, but also uses a blow to attract power that does not belong to him.

"kill--"

After the long dragon, the sword light exploded.

Such a brutal blow was intended to kill He Yangsun directly.

Decisive, simply.

"Don't mention it, there is still something to learn from this Armor Master's cultivation methods." In the carriage, Han Muye's chaotic voice sounded in his ears.

"Born for war, the means of longevity are poor." The golden bird shook its head, a golden gleam appeared in its eyes.

"However, their inheritance directly shattered the prehistoric world back then, and there may still be hidden strong people."

That's what's really scary.

In the galaxy universe back then, there were countless strong people, and the great army of the Great Desolate War Armor and the Great Desolate War Puppet gathered together, even those powerful prehistoric beasts at the overlord level could only retreat.

"This is the pinnacle of armor means, and it's also the beginning of manpower conquering the sky." Han Muye looked at the second-level armor master attacking with the power of the armor, and said softly.

He traveled from the world where man can conquer the sky, and he has a deep understanding of this cosmic world.

Only those who are not afraid of the gods, the ways of heaven, and the strong can truly create miracles.

The strong in the prehistoric universe are suppressed, and the hierarchy is strict.

On the other hand, in the galaxy universe, with the help of the armor and puppets, it can go against the trend and rise to the sky.

If the aura does not dissipate, the power of inheritance cannot continue, and this universe is the real powerful inheritance.

"boom--"

In front, the light of the saber had already been cut down, and He Yangsun held two sabers in his hands, pinched the horse's belly, and rushed directly through the aura of the saber.

With the help of the power of the two-horned warhorse, he rushed to the front of the second-level armor master in an instant.

Leverage.

At this time, He Yangsun completely regarded his war horse as a battle armor, as a war puppet.

The use of this kind of power is simply not something that low-level armor masters can have.

His speed was so fast that the second-level Armor Master had no time to turn around, and he was slashed in the chest by He Yangsun's sword.

"Stab—"

The light of the long knife cut a deep mark on the battle armor.

This knife made the second-level armor master frightened, put away the long knife, turned around and fled.

In the forest, other people also showed surprise on their faces, and slowly retreated in silence.

The land of mountains and forests is not suitable for group battles.

One-on-one doesn't seem to be able to show any advantages.

Here, He Yangsun cannot be killed.

Seeing the figure disappear in the forest ahead, He Yangsun raised his hand, and the cart behind followed.

Thousands of miles to Fenglin City, there are mountains and forests on the road, as well as wasteland.

"They will definitely do it in the Luoxue Wasteland." In Han Muye's cart, a sheepskin map was placed on the long table, and He Yangsun walked on the map with his fingers.

"In the snow-covered wasteland, the snow does not melt all the year round, and horses and horses cannot move forward quickly."

"And the surrounding area is open, suitable for siege."

Looking up, He Yangsun looked at Han Muye: "Master, if you encounter a besieged man, the brothers in the caravan ask for your protection."

"Other rushes, I will come."

Seeing He Yangsun's serious face, Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Now he often uses He Yangsun's practice to comprehend the means of controlling puppets and armor in the galaxy universe.

He Yangsun has made rapid progress, which also allows him to see many advantages of Yupuppet and Yujia.

As for the disadvantages, he will also find ways to improve.

Not only that, he is also going to change the set of prehistoric armor and God-slaying war puppet after he has done enough research.

Nothing stays the same in this world.

Some of these ancient inheritances cannot keep up with today's world.

Sometimes, it is not enough to be strong.

The caravan moved forward, and after a day, the front was covered with snow, up to three feet thick.

The war horse stepped into it, galloping with all four hooves, and the speed slowed down by 80%.

Three hours into the snow field, a figure stood there in the snow depression ahead.

"He Yulin..."

He Yangsun narrowed his eyes, as if a flame was rising.

At this time, He Yulin's muscles and bones were broken, his battle armor was shattered, and he was standing in the snow without breathing.

"boom--"

In the snow, there was a bang, and a figure in white battle armor rushed towards He Yangsun.

He Yangsun raised his hand, and the silver armor instantly covered his body.

A long knife cut down directly with a faint light.

This is the first time he has shot with all his strength, and it is also the first time he has taken the initiative to attack.

For so long, under the training of God Slayer and Battle Puppet, he has become accustomed to using the lightest means to win.

But this time, it's different.

He wants to kill someone.

"boom--"

When the long knife slashed down, the white figure was cut into two sections.

In the snow, a puddle of blood spewed out, and an old man hiding in the snowdrift looked downcastly, looking at the war puppet cut off by He Yangsun.

"kill--"

In the snow, eighteen figures rushed towards He Yangsun.