Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Seeing that two powerful spells were about to fall into the Blackwater Army.

At this time, Baron Zhiyuan, who was among the crowd breaking out, would naturally be able to rescue him if he made a move, but his eyes lit up.

"good chance!"

It's none of his business whether the Black Water Army lives or dies, it's better to die, he can just take this opportunity to break out.

Immediately, a seal with the size of an inch appeared in his hand, and when it was sacrificed in the air, it grew in the wind, and turned into a size of Zhang Xu, and blasted towards a foundation-building monk.

This thing is exactly the top-grade magic weapon handed down by his Guliang family, and it is still very powerful even when it is used with all its strength.

Seeing that falling rocks and rain of fire are about to fall in the sky, the Black Water Army may be completely wiped out.

Several earthen walls rose from the Blackwater Army at the same time, blocking most of the falling rocks and fire rain, but more than twenty Blackwater Army still suffered.

At this moment, Zhang He used the earth wall technique, which completely exposed his identity as a foundation-building monk.

He used to just want to be a low-key small landlord in a township, but now that the situation is critical, it is no longer possible to hide it.

"It turns out that our young master is also a strong foundation builder! Then I'm afraid of a bird. Kill!"

This was the thinking of all the Blackwater Army at the moment. After knowing that Zhang He was also a foundation-building monk, he felt confident in his heart and felt that he was also supported by someone.

At the same time, Baron Zhiyuan, who was trying his best to break through the siege, felt a little bit in his heart the moment he saw the earth wall technique rising, and he might not be able to hold it anymore.

After Zhang He blocked the attack with the earth wall technique, he sent a flying sword into the air in front of him.

Now Aung San and Baron Zhiyuan are entangled with the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators,

He now ignores the battle of the Foundation Establishment monks, but flies over the besieging enemy army, takes out two Hunyuan Thunderbolts from the storage bag, ignites them and throws them from the sky.

"Boom boom boom..."

Now Zhang He turned into a humanoid bomber, and threw it in the air to the densely populated places of the opponent, causing the enemy to run away with their heads in their arms, and they were defeated.

"Breakthrough!"

Hearing Zhang He's order, the Black Water Army quickly rushed out of the chaotic army, and finally successfully broke through the encirclement.

"You guys go first, I'll finish off."

Zhang He Yujian hangs in the air, and whenever anyone dares to chase him, he will drop a few Hunyuan Thunderbolts in time.

After being bombarded by the enemy army indiscriminately, they could only watch thousands of people leave calmly.

"Hahaha...the old man will go!"

Weng Shan laughed loudly, and cast a fire dragon technique to roll towards the two foundation-building opponents. At the same time, a huge flame wheel wrapped himself around him, and retreated towards Zhang He.

"Two friends, please help me!"

Only the remaining Baron Zhiyuan was unable to escape. Seeing that everyone had already rushed out of the siege, he was so anxious to ask for help. If he was left here alone, it would be a dead end.

Aung San didn't turn around when he heard the words, and turned his hand back with a fire dragon technique, rolling towards a foundation-building cultivator.

At this time, Zhang He also used a soil cone technique, but his soil cone technique was a large-scale attack spell, and even Baron Tong Zhiyuan was also shrouded in the attack range.

Dozens of long soil cones rise from the ground together, from bottom to top, specializing in chrysanthemums.

Several people in the battle dodged again and again, Baron Zhiyuan's chrysanthemum tightened, and a soil cone technique hit the chrysanthemum.

Fortunately, Baron Zhiyuan's cultivation was good, he only pierced more than ten inches and dodged in time, otherwise he would have to go out through his mouth.

Baron Zhiyuan felt that Zhang He did it on purpose, it must be because he just sat and watched the Blackwater Army be attacked.

This son's temperament is too narrow, how can a black water army of only two hundred people be compared with him, a foundation cultivator.

But he ignored it, even if he is Foundation Establishment, what relationship does he have with Zhang He.

Baron Zhiyuan escaped in a bit of a panic. In addition to being stabbed by Zhang He, he was also hit in the back by a magic weapon of a foundation cultivator. Fortunately, he survived and finally managed to escape from the siege.

After the team rushed out of the encirclement, they quickly fled the Shuiyun Mountain Range, and encountered several waves of broken soldiers who escaped from the Shuiyun Mountain Range along the way.

According to the news from the rout soldiers, it seems that the entire Shuiyun Mountain Range has been captured by Gongzi Jian's army.

At a place more than a hundred miles away from the Shuiyun Mountain Range, the crowd finally got rid of their pursuers and could rest for the time being.

"Zhang Daoyou is really hiding something, the old man didn't miss it!"

At this moment, Aung San had time to take out his wine gourd, and poured several sips of Taohuacun aged wine into his mouth.

He has long felt that Zhang He has a hidden feeling, so he always treats him as a monk of the same generation.

Baron Zhiyuan's expression was a little complicated at the moment. He had misread it. A big fish was raised in the small Dehua County.

Now that I am seriously injured, I really don't know what will happen to Daohua County in the future.

"I don't know where the two friends will go next?"

During the breakout this time, the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators were trying their best to deal with Weng Shan and Baron Zhiyuan. Zhang He didn't consume too much, and his mental state is still relatively good at the moment.

"After this battle, Young Master Su is no longer able to make a comeback. I think you should take the initiative to surrender instead of stubbornly resisting."

Aung San took another sip of wine, and said frankly that he didn't have any psychological burden when it came to surrender.

Among the people present, none of them are the confidants of Young Master Su's direct line, so they can't be said to be loyal at all. They participated in the war before, but they were coerced.

The most urgent task now is to try to protect one's own interests, the young master is strong, since he can't resist, he might as well surrender.

"I agree with Weng Daoyou's point of view. I wonder what Baron Zhiyuan wants?"

Baron Zhiyuan covered his chest. He took several precious healing pills just now, and now that his injury has stabilized a bit, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then said.

"Since Mr. Jian has already won, it is God's will. My Guliang family naturally obeys God's will and submits to Mr. Jian."

Baron Zhiyuan talked about surrender beautifully, anyway, as long as he can keep himself.

A group of people only dared to rest here for a short while, and then they each said goodbye and returned to their own territory.

Zhang He and Baron Zhiyuan were on the same road, but Zhang He was a subordinate when they came here, and now the two have become talking on an equal footing.

Even Baron Zhiyuan was very afraid of Zhang He along the way because of his injury, worried that Zhang He would take advantage of others.

Baron Zhiyuan felt a little relieved when he was about to approach Dehua County.

"Zhang Daoyou, please forgive me for being blind and not knowing Daoyou's true face."

"I wonder what Zhang Daoyou's plan is next?"

At this time, Baron Zhiyuan took the initiative to raise the issue, as if he had something to say.

"Of course I will go back to my Blackwater Town! Then I will wait to return to Mr. Jian." Zhang He replied casually.

Baron Zhiyuan still thought that Zhang He was an out-of-town foundation cultivator, so he quietly changed his identity to Zhang He.

Maybe it's seizing the house, maybe it's other methods, anyway, there are many strange arts in the world of cultivating immortals.

But he never believed that Zhang Hehui was the son of old man Zhang.

It is impossible for an ordinary tenant, even a landlord, to cultivate to the foundation stage without resources.