The Grand Tutor Wen Zhong was sitting in the military tent and had a headache.

Although Huang Shiren saved his life in Zhunti's hands, Zhunti Taoist also agreed to Lu Ya's conditions and would not interfere with Yuan Futong's rebellion, his treasure was still there.

Now Zheng Lun, Su Quanzhong, Chong Heihu and others have been captured. To count it, Yuan Futong will win. What should I do next?

Just as he was worried, Wukong came in and asked him to call Huang Shiren.

Wen Zhong could see Huang Shiren's methods clearly and admire them. When he heard Huang Shiren call him over, he was overjoyed. He must have had some solutions to this cheap uncle.

It was not too late, and when he came to Huang Shiren's military tent, he saw Huang Shiren jumping around with wine and meat, he felt relieved when he heard about it.

"Uncle Master, I don't know what to ask me to come." Wen Zhong asked.

"Of course it's for that Yuan Futong!" Huang Shiren looked outside the tent and said, "This matter cannot be delayed anymore. Just capture this guy quickly. Otherwise, the government and the country will be shocked and all the princes will have different intentions, so it will be difficult to deal with."

When the Grand Master heard this, he nodded. When Yuan Fu joined the rebellion, all the eight hundred princes in the world cursed him. Later, he saw that Wen Zhong, the 72 princes from the North Sea, personally took action. The elite soldiers of the Great Shang Dynasty came out to suppress the rebellion. Many people were thinking about it.

"Uncle Master, I think too, but Yuan Futong's treasure is from Cunti, and you can see the power." Wen Zhong sighed.

"I will go to the army tomorrow, and I will see what happened before the formation." Huang Shiren was also curious about Zhunti's treasure.

I don’t know what kind of treasure it is, but it must be a good treasure. It’s not my style if I don’t take it when I see it.

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Master." Wen Zhong nodded.

The next day, under the tiger and wolf gate, the three armies were thundering, and the two armies faced each other, showing their might.

Let’s talk about Yuan Futong, although he saw that Taoist Zhunti had left, he was a little panicked, but then he thought, what would the baby child take in his own hands? As long as he was careful, he would definitely be able to take down the thieves and compete for the Chaoge!

In front of the two armies, Yuan Futong stood up and stood upright and was arrogant.

"Well, who can fight!"

"I'll go!" Su Hu's son was captured, and he had already thought of one, so he immediately came out.

The two of them stood together, and Yuan Futong was cautious and released the treasure. The golden light shone in his eyes. Yuan Futong knocked Su Hu off his horse and captured him.

"Who else!" Yuan Futong laughed wildly.

Wen Zhong saw that there was no one around him, so he activated the Black Qilin and was about to take action, but was blocked by Huang Shiren.

"Third brother, go and meet him for a while!" Huang Shiren knew that Wen Zhong would be in trouble. He was the head coach and could not make any mistakes, otherwise what would happen to Huang Shiren if hundreds of thousands of Shang troops were?

"Okay!" Zhu Zizhen smirked, carried the nine-toothed rake and flew away.

"You bastard, I'm a rake!" Zhu Zizhen flew into the air, raised his rake and smashed Yuan Futong!

No matter how awesome Yuan Futong is, he is just a mortal. If Lao Zhu continues to rake, he will definitely smash the guy with a pile of meat paste!

"Look at my magic weapon!" Yuan Futong panicked and took out the magic weapon. He swung the ground and took away Lao Zhu's rake. The golden light shot into Zhu Zizhen's eyes. Lao Zhu shouted in pain, covered his eyes, and flew back quickly.

"Brother, that thing is really amazing. I brushed everything away. The golden light was like a needle, and my eyes were so painful!" Zhu Zi really lost his weapon and was very annoyed.

"Master, I'll try it!" Wukong said.

"Be careful." Huang Shiren knew the skills of this precious apprentice.

"Don't worry, Master's immortal bricks for me, I'm about to try it!" Wukong smirked and went with a stick.

"You bitch, Grandpa Sun comes to meet you!" When he came to Yuan Futong, Wukong smirked and smashed the stick.

Yuan Futong saw this person with Lei Gong's face, so scary. He dared not fight, and he released his magic weapon.

"Good baby! Go!" Wukong looked empty, threw out the immortal-killing brick, and rushed to Yuan Futong's back of his head!

Yuan Futong was not stupid, and he heard the sound behind his head. He knew it was a hidden weapon, so he had to abandon Wukong's golden cudgel, shake the magic weapon behind his head, shake the immortal gold brick, and then take it away!

"You monkey, stay, too!" Yuan Futong saw that he had received the golden bricks, and he shook the magic weapon of Wukong, and the golden light was thrust into Wukong's face and ran back with a stick.

"Master, no! It hurts so much!" Wukong shouted.

"Retreat!" Huang Shiren was so angry.

Hundreds of thousands of Shang troops returned to the tent, and their morale was depressed, and Wen Zhong was even more frowning.

"Uncle Master, what should I do?" Wen Zhong said angrily.

Huang Shiren pondered for a moment and said, "The treasure of Yuan Futong should be the proud magic weapon of Taoist Zhunti. Although he couldn't see his head, his ability to brush when he saw something was slightly inferior to the Seven Treasures Tree. Even if I took action, the magic weapon on hand could also brush it with seven or eight, and it had the golden light, which was very fierce, and it stabbed people's eyes. It was amazing."

"Uncle Master, please find a way! Now that all the generals have been captured, the morale is under the throne, and it will probably be over after a long time." Wen Zhong said anxiously.

Huang Shiren stood up, headed towards the direction of Hulang Pass, and smiled: "Yuan Futong, Yuan Futong, it was your mother who forced me to come up with the magic weapon!"

"Uncle Master has a countermeasure?!"

Huang Shiren smiled and took out the Seven Arrow Book of Nailhead from the immortal bag and handed it to Wen Zhong. He ordered: "This is the treasure given to me by my master, called the Seven Arrow Book of Nailhead. You can quickly go to the camp to establish a battalion, and a straw man will form a man. People will write Yuan Futong's name, a lamp on their heads and a lamp on their feet. You will fight hard, worship three times a day, and call him on the last day!"

Wen Zhong was very inconspicuous when he saw such a small thing, and he was very suspicious. However, seeing Huang Shiren's confidence, he heard that this was Lu Ya's magic weapon, so he was curious and took the book of Seven Arrows and went out.

"Master, can it work?" Wukong didn't know how powerful this Nailhead Seven Arrow Book was.

"Don't worry, twenty-one days later, that guy Yuan Futong will surely die!" Huang Shiren smiled treacherously.

This Nailhead Seven Arrow Book is mainly effective if the other party’s cultivation is similar to or lower than that of himself. Wen Zhong’s cultivation is far above Yuan Futong, so he can naturally succeed!

"Wukong, take advantage of this skill to go into seclusion and use the ten Lihuo Refinings given by your master to refine my 24th-grade Zhuxian Lotus Platform. There is nothing to do, don't bother me!" Huang Shiren ordered.

"Master, I'll leave it to me! I'll give you the Dharma protector. I didn't say it was a human, even a fly, so I won't let anyone fly in!" Wukong said happily.

Huang Shiren entered the camp, sat cross-legged, sacrificed the twenty-fourth-grade Zhuxian Golden Lotus, and began to refine it.

Since he was blackened by Cunti, Huang Shiren has really experienced the cultivation of a saint! If the master hadn't come in time, he would have died long ago. This time it was a lucky one, but he might not have such good luck next time.

It seems that your own strength is the most important thing when you are exploring the world.

When the lotus platform was released, the lotus platform was completely illuminated and covered with cracks. Old Huang felt so distressed.

"It must be refined successfully!" Old Huang bit his teeth and carefully drew out a stream of Lihuo Essence!

Puff! As soon as the Lihuo essence came out, Lao Huang almost fainted, and his hair suddenly became charred!

I'm so awesome! I'm a three-turn golden body, and it almost couldn't resist its temperature! Huang Shiren rolled his eyes. A stream of Lihuo's essence is so awesome. Lu Ya, who has three thousand Lihuo's essence...

Huang Shiren shook his head, unable to imagine it.

Squeak!

With the spirit of Lihuo, the lotus platform in the flame made a crisp sound. Not only was it not scorched, but it actively absorbed the fire breath. The cracks on the lotus platform gradually became smaller and the light became stronger!

"Okay! There is a way!" Old Huang was overjoyed and carefully refined!

Not to mention that Lao Huang worked hard to refine the golden lotus, let’s talk about Wen Zhong.

After getting Lao Huang's book of Seven Arrows, Wen Zhong did not dare to neglect it. He ordered the person to take over a battalion in the military camp. A platform was erected, and a straw man was erected on the stage, writing about Yuan Futong's life, a lamp on his head and a lamp under his feet, and he took a bath, changed his clothes and ate his feet, and worshiped three times a day, and did not dare to neglect it at all.

Time flies, and I prayed for 17 or 8 days in a blink of an eye. There is not anything unusual. Although Wen Zhong was suspicious in his heart, he did not dare to neglect it. He thought to himself: Since it was the order of uncle from his master, then pray for 21 days and see the result.

Besides, Yuan Futong took over the generals of Da Shang and all the generals, and he was happy and went down to curse the enemy. The other party was exempted from the battle card and ignored him.

After returning to Guanzhong, I drank a lot for several days, and suddenly felt that I was in a daze and was out of my mind. After a few days, Yuan Futong felt that his heart was like fire, and his meaning was like fried oil, and he was very upset. He walked around here, scrambled there, scratched his ears and heads.

More than ten days later, Yuan Futong became quiet and felt dizzy. He just wanted to sleep, fell on the bed and was unconscious.

Wen Zhong came here on the 21st day, got off the stage and went to find Huang Shiren.

When he walked to the military tent, he saw Wukong. Zhu Zizhen kept the door and wanted to go in, but was stopped by Wukong.

"What should the Master do?" Wukong said coldly.

"According to the instructions of the uncle, I have been worshipping for twenty-one days. I will come and invite the uncle over there."

"My master is refining treasures, no one can go in!"

"But Yuan Futong..."

"Let's talk about it later!" Wukong's dead monkey believed the truth and refused to let Wen Zhong go in if he killed him.

Wen Zhong was so anxious that he scratched his head. He didn't know what to do, but he heard Huang Shiren roaring happily from the military tent: "Haha, it's done! It's done!"

Wukong hurriedly picked up the tent, but saw that the twenty-fourth-grade Zhuxian Golden Lotus emitted thousands of red lights above Huang Shiren's head, which was extremely hot. The golden lotus in its body turned into a blood-red field, and the fire breath surged, so lifeless!

"Master, what's going on?" Wukong asked.

"I am worthy of being the master's Lihuo Essence! I have been practicing the ten Lihuo Essences in rotation for twenty-one days. Haha, I finally became. Wukong, the lotus platform of my master is now no less than a hundred times stronger than before. What's even more wonderful is that this thing has been dissolved into the realm of Lihuo, and it can be said that people can use the Fire Breath Master to be able to practice it. When I meet Cunti again, I can handle him with ten or eight!"

"That's still impossible to beat!"

"Damn it! With these ten efforts, you can escape by being a teacher!"

"Master, I admire your virtue."

The two guys were happy, but Wen Zhong was anxious.

"Uncle Master, I have been worshiping for twenty-one days as you told me, but there was no movement at the Hulang Pass. Is it because the magic is not effective?" Wen Zhong said anxiously.

"Haha, Yuan Futong is now like a dead pig. If you take his life today, it will be today." Huang Shiren smiled slightly, left the camp, came to the stage, looked at the grass man, and laughed.

"Wen Zhong, let's look at my methods. Today, Yuan Futong will be dead!" Huang Shiren took out two things from the fairy bag, and saw that everyone around him was dementia!
Chapter completed!