Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He held the saber and used his body skills, he was already close in the blink of an eye, and he slashed at the eldest son with his saber.

"boom!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clanging, and he slashed at the golden mask with all his strength. The mask only shook, but it failed to hurt it in the slightest.

"Hahaha! It's useless, I have this golden armor talisman for body protection, so it won't matter if you hack it for a long time!"

Then I saw the eldest son of the Wan family spit out a mouthful of blood at the dagger in his hand, and then threw the sword into the air.

The dagger emitted a burst of white brilliance in the air, and then it was suspended in the air and remained motionless.

The eldest son folded his fingers into strange shapes, muttered something to the short sword hovering in the air, and then pointed at Zhang He.

The dagger seemed to come alive, stabbing towards Zhang He quickly, and the speed was one or two points faster than when the two were fighting just now.

This... What is the principle of this?

Before Zhang He had time to take a closer look, the flying sword was already approaching. He quickly raised his knife and slashed at the flying sword, knocking it out two or three meters away. He stabs.

Then you come and go, one person and one sword fight into a group.

Overall, Zhang He suffered a bit. Now he has to deal with the flying sword in the air, but he can't hurt the opponent at all, so he is in a passive position to be beaten.

Zhang He split the opponent's flying sword again, reached into his arms, and grabbed a black ball the size of a human head, with a flaming short rope hanging from it.

"It's not rude to come and go, you let me see the methods of immortality, and now I will let you taste my Hunyuan Thunderbolt."

After fighting for a long time, he had already discovered that the opponent's movement became very slow after using the so-called golden light talisman, and he happened to bombard his mother with this homemade soil bomb.

Some time ago, Wanjia instigated Jiang Tianba to attack Qifeng Mountain, and Zhang He had been making preparations. As a time traveler, playing with gunpowder was the first choice.

However, he didn't study this major back then, he only remembered mononitrate, disulfide, and charcoal, and the power of the gunpowder he made was not very ideal.

It can only be made bigger, and it is made into a cannon battle the size of a human head. The outside is a layer of iron sheet, the inside is filled with gunpowder, and some iron sand is added.

With this size, only a warrior like him can throw it. It should be similar to suicide for ordinary people.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang He split the flying sword into the air, he threw the iron ball the size of a human head to the eldest son's feet.

The eldest son is still looking at it curiously, he is a little too big, and he doesn't seem to have much power...

"boom……"

There was a loud noise, the roof tiles fell one after another, and the horses of the cavalry were frightened and ran around.

Everyone at the scene didn't understand what happened, they just felt buzzing in their heads.

Including Mr. Wan, who can use immortal techniques, was also hit with a short-circuited head at this time, and he didn't know what happened.

The only person on the scene who could have expected this result was Zhang Heyi. Taking advantage of everyone's panic, he took out another big iron ball from the space, ignited it and threw it at the eldest son.

Then throw them one by one without holding back.

He had just discovered that after the eldest son was bombed once, the golden light shield on his body dimmed a lot, this trick should be useful.

"boom……"

"Boom..."

A series of explosions sounded, knocking half of a house behind the Eldest Young Master down, and the golden light shield on the Eldest Young Master also disappeared without a trace, and a white armor hung on his body in tatters, already stained red by blood.

"This... what magic weapon is this?"

"Hunyuan Thunderbolt! What do you think of this name?" Zhang He asked jokingly.

"well……"

Before the eldest son could finish his sentence, he fell headlong to the ground.

"Captain Wan!"

"How dare you kill the White Armored Cavalry Captain, you are dead! Ah..."

An adjutant just recovered from the previous bombing,

His head was still not very bright, seeing that the eldest son was dead, he wanted to threaten him somehow, but Zhang He chopped off his head with a single knife.

Amidst the series of explosions just now, dozens of horsemen who followed the eldest son were frightened and ran around, unable to maintain their formation. The guards took advantage of the chaos to sneak attack and killed several cavalry. Much stronger than horses.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the rest of the cavalry took the opportunity to slip away.

As for the more than 10,000 refugees before, they ran away when they saw the eldest son returning, and with the charge of 60 or 70 cavalry, they are still staying in Wanjiazhuang, and there are not many people who can still breathe.

At this time, when everyone saw Zhang He using his supernatural powers, directly blasting to death the eldest son who knew how to use immortal techniques, they had already respected him like a god, and bowed down one by one.

The person who can kill an immortal master must be a more powerful immortal master.

Zhang He doesn't have much time to take care of these refugees. This battle killed Wan Youcai and the eldest son of the Wan family. The next priority is to protect the spoils.

The guards under him also killed and injured several people, and the injured needed timely treatment.

It is enough to leave these things to old man Zhang and lead others to do them. With old man Zhang's shrewd and petty temper, naturally he will not suffer at all, and no one can try to take advantage of him.

Zhang He picked up the short sword that fell on the ground, his hands were very light, the cold light was shining, his knife was about to break, but there was no gap on the short sword.

After playing with it for a while, he put the short sword back into the space, and then walked to the body of the eldest son of the Wan family, tested his breathing, pulse, and body temperature, to confirm that he was really dead.

It was the first time he came into contact with the legendary cultivator, and he didn't know what kind of weird methods he would have.

The armor on the Eldest Young Master's body was already in tatters, with a light pick with a knife, it fell off, revealing a brocade robe inside.

Zhang He reached into the eldest son's arms and groped for a while, but there were a lot of sundries inside, and he took them into the space.

Then he touched his whole body again, taking away all suspicious items.

After the turmoil just now, the core members of the Wan family, Wan Youcai, the eldest son, and the second son have all died.

The second young master died quite aggrievedly. On weekdays, many tenants were trapped by him. A group of refugees who rushed into the house just now beat him violently and were beaten to death on the spot.

The rest of the family members of the Wan family also died, and fled, and the rest of the family members were driven to a big house by the guards and locked up.

After the guards controlled the situation in Wanjiazhuang, they kindly invited the rest of the refugees out of Wanjiazhuang.

These refugees were frightened by Zhang He's great supernatural power to kill the immortal master before, so they dared to resist there, so they could only withdraw from Wanjiazhuang humbly.

Before leaving, Zhang He was also righteous. Given that they had all contributed before, each of them gave a pack of food.

Wanjiazhuang is very large, with many houses and a lot of property. Even if some of them are robbed by refugees, it is irrelevant to the whole Wanjiazhuang.

Old man Zhang led a group of guards, and it took three days to count the wealth left by the Wan family.

This made old man Zhang happy to see his teeth but not his eyes. With his limited mathematical knowledge, it is hard to describe how many there are.

As the local emperor of Heishui Town, the Wan family has been trying their best to squeeze the tenant farmers. After so many years of accumulation, it is beyond the imagination of old farmers like Zhang.

There are more than one million catties of grain in just a few warehouses. Even if the entire Heishui Town eats it together, it will last until next summer.

In one of the warehouses for storing copper coins, the copper coins inside are covered with copper rust, and the ropes used to string the copper coins have long been decayed. It is still impossible to calculate how much money is inside.