Immortal Space

On the second day, only a dozen people were left in the valley, and the remaining two thousand people were ready to go.

Before noon, the sloppy old man had already led a group of people to the valley.

There are about a thousand monks following the old way, and the composition of the personnel is varied, including more than a dozen forces.

When these people approached the valley, they saw a scene that shocked them.

At this moment, more than 2,000 people stood quietly in Taniguchi, and the number of people in this faction alone was more than twice as many as theirs.

What they felt the most was not the large number of people here, and it was not uncommon for them to see tens of thousands of monks.

Instead, I can feel a unique temperament from these two thousand people, which is incompatible with all the monks in the world of cultivating immortals.

Especially the more than two hundred foundation-building monks at the front gave them this feeling even more clearly.

The more than two hundred people just stood there quietly, neat and uniform, giving people a sense of chilling, like a tiger crouching down.

The more than two hundred foundation-building monks were all wearing uniform leather armor. Judging from the fluctuation of spiritual power, they were at least medium-grade spiritual weapons.

From these unified spiritual weapons, one can see the opponent's generosity.

Moreover, apart from the Qingxu Sect, there are only a very few of the various forces that can have more than two hundred foundation-building monks.

The sloppy old man approached Wang Hong, and looked at Wang Hong again, his eyes were a little strange.

Yesterday he only thought that Wang Hong was rich, but seeing today's lineup, how can such a group of people be brought out, how can it be described as rich.

"Martial nephew Wang, I underestimated you! Let's go!" It was the first time for the sloppy old man to seriously refer to Wang Hong as nephew Wang.

"I obey!" Wang Hong responded, then turned around and shouted to the rear: "Let's go!"

"Set off!"

The two thousand monks behind responded in unison, and the voices of more than two thousand monks shouted in unison, converging into a huge sound wave, shaking the surrounding rocks and washing ground to roll down.

Then the sloppy old man led the way ahead, and more than two thousand people followed in unison, and then more than a thousand people followed sparsely.

After that, they gathered more than ten groups of people, totaling more than 4,000 people, and then they went to the front line in a mighty way.

Because the qi training monks in the team slowed down their schedule, it took them three days to reach the battlefield.

When he arrived, the battle on the city wall was raging, and the sloppy old man led them into the battlefield without saying a word.

With the addition of a new force, it took only an hour to repel the monster clan's attack.

While cleaning the battlefield, a Jindan cultivator stationed here came over to greet the sloppy old man.

"Senior Brother Chu, thanks to your timely arrival this time, otherwise I would not be able to persist here. Before you came, we had already fought with this group of monsters all day."

This Jindan cultivator is also a cultivator of the Qingxu sect, and the two of them were familiar with each other before, so they didn't have so many politeness when they met.

"Brother Gu, I see that you are full of energy and don't look tired at all. If you want to be lazy, just say so." The sloppy old man replied cursing.

"Hey! But these little brats have indeed been fighting for a whole day, if it takes longer, they really can't hold on anymore.

Brother Chu, where did you find this group of fierce people this time? It looks very vigorous! "

Gu Yuan pointed to Wang Hong and his group who were collecting spoils under the city wall, and asked the sloppy old man.

In the battle just now, he was deeply touched by the combat effectiveness of this group of people. Judging from their attire, they were not monks of the Qingxu Sect, but their combat effectiveness was even better than that of the disciples of the Qingxu Sect.

In particular, the two thousand people seemed to have rehearsed countless times in advance. During the battle, they were divided into many small teams, each with 50 to 100 people.

Each team cooperates with each other and has a certain degree of offense and defense. After a battle, there are only a few minor injuries, not even a single serious injury, let alone casualties.

You must know that after every battle, some monks will die more or less, even if it is a big victory, it is difficult to avoid.

The performance of this team greatly increased Gu Yuan's interest.

"Did you see that kid down there? It's the team brought out by this kid. To be honest, when I first saw this team, I was also taken aback."

When the sloppy old man spoke at this time, his expression was a bit self-conscious, with a sense of pride.

"Oh! Which faction does this kid belong to now?" Because Wang Hong was not wearing the standard purple robe of Qing Xuzong at this time, Gu Yuan showed a very interested look.

"Are you tempted? Want to win him over?" The sloppy old man asked with a smile.

"En! This kid is really good. If he is willing to join the Qingxu Sect, I can accept him as a disciple." Gu Yuan admitted frankly.

"Hahaha! If you really do this, just wait for Gu Qingyang to come to your door to find you desperately." The sloppy old man laughed.

"Has it already been ordered by that old boy Gu Qingyang?"

"Hey! To tell you the truth, this kid has been worshiping my Qingxu Sect for decades, and he is Gu Qingyang's fifth official disciple." The sloppy old man finally told the truth.

"It's a pity! It's a pity! With Gu Qingyang's elm head, it's impossible to train such an outstanding disciple. It's a waste for such a talent to fall into his hands." Gu Yuan sighed repeatedly.

"It sounds like you are better than Gu Qingyang, Gu Qingyang has a beautiful Taoist partner, and you are still a poor bachelor.

He also has a stupid son, and you are still a bachelor.

He has five good disciples, but you are still a polished commander. "

The series of blows by the sloppy old man made Gu Yuan blush and had nothing to say.

He really wanted to say that you are not a bachelor, but he still took a deep breath and held back.

Because anyone who knows the old sloppy past knows that this matter cannot be mentioned to him. This is the old sloppy scar.

At that time, Wang Hong and the others had packed up the loot and returned, came to the city, and saluted Gu Yuan again.

"From today onwards, you belong to our section of the city wall, under the direct command of me and Elder Chu.

Including you, there are now a total of 10,000 monks. The section of the city wall that needs to be defended is two miles long. I can divide you into three groups, and then take turns to defend. "

When arranging these things, Gu Yuan was still very confident in guarding this section of the city wall.

On an average of 10,000 people, each person only needs to defend the city wall a few inches wide. Let alone defending the small portion of the city wall, even if all these people are squeezed into the city wall, they will not be able to squeeze out.

The most important thing is that the people brought back by the sloppy old man are more powerful.

Among Wang Hong's group, the total number of Foundation Establishment cultivators alone reached more than two hundred, nearly three hundred, which is quite a high proportion.

Coupled with their two Jindan Patriarchs, it should be safe to guard this section of the city wall.