Wei Zhuang's back looked a little lonely. Although he was not the strongest swordsman, he was confident that his sword could be ranked in the top ten among his peers.
Even if his sword was inferior to his opponent's, it would not be so simple to lose. However, Chen Zhiyuan's sword made him feel a little afraid.
Right now, Wei Zhuang no longer wanted to borrow the sword. His mind was filled with Chen Zhiyuan's 15 swords.
Chen Zhiyuan looked at Wei Zhuang's back and did not say anything to stop him.
Even though Chen Zhiyuan also wanted to watch a battle of the Cross Sword Technique.
There was an agreement before the sword competition that only the sword that could defeat him could take Yuan Hong away. Since he had lost, he naturally could not take Yuan Hong away.
Lending the sword to Wei Zhuang at this time was an insult to him.
Yuan Hong returned to its sheath. Chen Zhiyuan waved his hand to signal for everyone to break camp and continue moving forward.
Everyone quickly moved, and soon the convoy set off again.
Four hours later, the group of 1,000 arrived at a military camp.
There were 20,000 Qin soldiers stationed here, and their goal was the Mohist City of Traps.
The Mohist City of Traps was easy to defend but difficult to attack. There was no place to attack. These 20,000 people had been stationed here for more than a month.
Although he knew that the Mohist City of Traps was nearby, he could not find a place to attack.
That was why Quicksand came to help them break through the Mohist City of Traps.
A middle-aged man in armor walked out of the barracks with a few deputies.
"General!" The middle-aged man cupped his hands.
This middle-aged man was the commander of the Qin army, Zhao Nian.
Although Chen Zhiyuan was conferred the title of Marquis Champion, the people in the army still called him General.
Chen Zhiyuan nodded, indicating that there was no need for them to be so polite. After all, he was not ordered to go out to war. He was not willing to interfere in anything if he was not a soldier under his command.
"General is tired from the long journey. I have already prepared a welcoming banquet in the camp. Please take a seat.”Zhao Nian quickly said.
Normally, it was not easy for him to meet Chen Zhiyuan. Now that a great opportunity to build a relationship was in front of him, he naturally would not waste it.
Although Zhao Nian was not Chen Zhiyuan's subordinate, a single word from Chen Zhiyuan could still help him rise to the top.
"No need, just arrange for some tents to rest. Also, send over a map of the nearby terrain.”Chen Zhiyuan waved his hand and said.
"Yes, this general will do it now!" Although Zhao Nian was a little disappointed, he didn't dare to show any expression on his face. He quickly arranged for the 1,000 white-robed soldiers to come down.
Then, he gave up his tent for Chen Zhiyuan to rest.
"Just do your own thing. Don't worry about us.”Chen Zhiyuan walked into the tent and instructed Zhao Nian.
The meaning behind his words was to tell Zhao Nian not to disturb him and to just do his own thing.
"Yes, sir!" Although Zhao Nian was unwilling, he could only respond and leave the tent.
Lifeless Thorn stood guard at the entrance of the tent with his sword. Without Chen Zhiyuan's order, anyone who dared to approach him would be killed by his sword.
Chen Zhiyuan sat on the chair. He had only two purposes for coming here.
One was to earn killing points, and the other was for the Illusion Sound Box of the Yin-Yang School.
The Illusionary Sound Treasure Box was useless to Chen Zhiyuan, but it was a precious treasure to the Yin-Yang School.
He couldn't use it, but he couldn't let Yueshen bring it back to strengthen the Yin-Yang School.
Chen Zhiyuan didn't care about the small fries of the Mo Family, but this time, the Mo Family had invited many experts to help.
Those were Chen Zhiyuan's true goals!
At this moment, in the Mohist City of Traps.
Master Ban had gathered all the commanders of the Mo Family because he had just received a report from the Mo Family's spies!
The six commanders of the Mo Family were gathered together. Gao Jianli and the other five looked at Master Ban's grave expression and had a bad feeling.
The only thing that could make Master Ban frown was the death of the Mohist City of Traps!
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