Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Three days later, at the front garrison of Yuan Futong's rebel army, inside the central military tent, the atmosphere was tense and heated.

All seventy-two princes were present, surrounding the pharmacist and expressing their opinions on the next plan. Their voices rose one after another.

At this moment, Yuan Futong stood up. He was slightly fat and had a solemn look on his face. He took a step forward, walked in front of the pharmacist, bowed, and said respectfully:

"Sir, Wen Zhong's army has been on the sidelines for three days. Our army is now in high spirits. Should we take the initiative and send someone to challenge them?"

The pharmacist sat on one side, nodded slightly, raised his head, and glanced at every prince present. With a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, he slowly said:

"What Lord Yuan said makes sense. Three days is not a short time. If you allow them to avoid fighting and delay time to ask Chaoge for help, it will be extremely disadvantageous to you!"

"Then sir, I will send someone to challenge you right now!" Yuan Futong said anxiously.

The pharmacist pondered for a moment, nodded, and said:

“Yes, but this time we can send someone who has practiced magic to lure Wen Zhong out of the camp to fight!”

After a pause, the pharmacist continued:

"When the time comes, I will take action and capture them. The Shang army will be leaderless and fall into chaos. In this way, we can take the opportunity to launch an attack and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."

The princes all nodded in agreement after hearing this. They knew that if what the pharmacist said was successful, it would bring them a huge advantage.

Yuan Futong smiled and said happily:

"Okay, just as you said, I will immediately send my generals who have practiced magic to challenge you!"

After saying that, Yuan Futong selected several generals who had practiced magic from the army and kept a few more on standby in case of any accidents.

Yuan Futong ordered them to go to the front of the battle formation together to challenge and lure Wen Tai Shi Wen Zhong out of the camp to fight.

Following Yuan Futong's order, several selected generals took orders and left. After a while, several generals led elite teams and arrived in front of Wen Zhong's army.

At this time, one of the generals, who was about twenty years old, with a burly figure and a resolute face, wore armor, held a spear, mounted a warhorse, took a few steps forward, and shouted loudly to the camp:

"Where is Wen Zhong? Come out and fight!"

When the soldiers guarding the gate saw someone challenging them, they did not dare to be negligent. They took a deep breath and ran towards the camp where Wen Zhong was.

At this time, Wen Zhong was sitting on the commander's chair in the center of the camp, discussing the war with several generals. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through all the fog.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the camp. He frowned slightly, and before he could ask, he saw a soldier rushing in hurriedly.

The soldier's face was filled with tension and excitement. He knelt in front of Wen Zhong, panting, and reported loudly:

"Report! Report to the Grand Master! Someone is challenging us in front of the battle line!"

His voice echoed through the camp, each word filled with urgency.

When Wen Zhong heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He stood up quickly, his body as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain, and the armor on his body also flashed with cold light.

He turned around and swept his sharp eyes over the generals present. Every general felt the majesty and power emanating from him.

"All the generals, listen to my orders!!!"

Wen Zhong's voice was deep and firm, as if carrying an irresistible magic, "Follow me, Grand Master, to fight!"

"I obey your command!!!"

All the generals responded in unison, their voices loud and uniform, echoing in the camp like a torrent.

They all stood up and bowed, with seriousness and urgency written all over their faces.

Following Wen Zhong's order, all the generals quickly organized their equipment and prepared for battle.

"it is good!"

Wen Zhong nodded with satisfaction, then strode towards the camp gate, followed closely by the generals.

After a while, Wen Zhong rode on the majestic black unicorn and led a group of generals to the camp gate slowly.

Wen Zhong was wearing armor and a golden helmet. He had a calm expression and eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could penetrate the darkness and see through everything.

When the soldiers at the camp gate saw Wen Zhong coming, they all bowed their heads and saluted with awe on their faces.

Wen Zhong nodded slightly, glanced at them, and then ordered in a deep voice:

"Take down the banner of exemption from battle, open the camp gate, and follow me to fight!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately took action. They quickly took down the exemption from war sign hanging at the entrance of the camp and opened the gate of the camp.

As the camp gate opened, a cold breeze mixed with the smell of solemnity and dust blew in our faces.

But Wen Zhong and his generals didn't care at all. They just quietly organized their equipment and prepared for the upcoming battle.

Wen Zhong rode the Black Kirin out of the camp gate and saw a young general standing in front of the formation on a warhorse. He was surrounded by spiritual energy and had an imposing aura. He muttered to himself:

"At such a young age, you have already reached the mid-stage of the Celestial Immortal Realm. Not bad! Not bad!"

When the young general saw Wen Zhong leading his army out, his heart trembled. Everyone was familiar with the name of Grand Tutor Wen Zhong. He had fought wars for the Shang Dynasty in the east and west, and his reputation spread far and wide.

Now that I have seen it, it is indeed extraordinary. I can't help but feel a little nervous.

The young general took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, pointed his gun, and said in a loud and firm voice:

"I am Yuan Zhiqing, a general under Lord Yuan! I have heard that Grand Master Wen is extremely powerful and feared by all. I have come to challenge you today. Do you dare to step forward and fight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the Shang army camp, and Wen Zhong's generals all showed anger on their faces.

One of the burly generals even rode forward on his warhorse and bowed to Wen Zhong, with a hint of anger and dissatisfaction in his voice:

"Grandmaster, this man is so arrogant that he dares to challenge you! I am willing to go and fight him to dampen his arrogance!"

Wen Zhong rode on the majestic black unicorn, staring at Yuan Zhiqing with a sharp gaze, his face solemn, he shook his head slightly, turned to his general and said in a deep voice:

"This person is surrounded by spiritual energy and has an extraordinary aura. He is obviously a cultivator. His strength is beyond your ability to deal with. Back off!"

Upon hearing this, the general was unwilling but did not dare to disobey Wen Zhong's order and had to retreat to his original position.

Wen Zhong rode on the black unicorn and moved forward slowly. His eyes met Yuan Zhiqing's, as if an electric current was flowing between the two of them.

"Yuan Zhiqing, since you are here to die, I will grant your wish!"

Wen Zhong's voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an invisible pressure.

Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhong had already moved. He held the golden whip of a male and female dragon, and the whip was flashing with cold light, like two silver dragons flying in the air.

He rode on the black unicorn and attacked Yuan Zhiqing like lightning, his speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

The soldiers standing behind Wen Zhong also took action at this moment.

They formed a neat formation, and the weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the sun.

They shouted in unison to support Master Wen. The sound was as shocking as thunder, making the entire battlefield tremble.

Yuan Zhiqing was also shocked when he saw this. He knew that Wen Zhong's strength was unfathomable, but at this moment, he could only face the challenge head-on.

He gripped the spear tightly, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and state, and prepared for this life-and-death battle.

In a moment, the two figures intertwined on the battlefield, forming a thrilling picture.

Every confrontation was accompanied by deafening crashes and flying sparks, giving people a strong sense of shock and oppression.

The soldiers around were shocked by the fierce battle. They held their breath and watched nervously this battle with a huge disparity in strength.

Yuan Zhiqing's spear was flying in the air like a silver dragon, continuously launching fierce attacks on Wen Zhong.

However, Wen Zhong's strength was indeed unfathomable. His double whips seemed to be at ease under Yuan Zhiqing's attack, and he could cleverly resolve Yuan Zhiqing's attack every time and take the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Although Yuan Zhiqing's spear skills were superb, he gradually felt unprecedented pressure in front of Wen Zhong's incredibly powerful double whips.

He knew very well that he would not be able to compete with Wen Zhong with force alone.

So, in the interval between another confrontation, a hint of determination flashed in Yuan Zhiqing's eyes.

He quickly retreated several steps, steadied his body, quickly formed seals with his hands, and began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

He took a deep breath and concentrated his mind to the extreme. Brilliant rays of light burst out from his hands and quickly condensed into several sharp beams of magic light.

These beams of light drew graceful arcs in the air, and with sharp sounds of breaking through the air, they attacked Wen Zhong directly.

Wen Zhong saw this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his face, saying:

"Haha! You can't hold it back! With the cultivation level of a mid-stage Celestial Immortal, you dare to confront this Grand Master head-on. You have great courage!"

As soon as Wen Zhong finished speaking, the spiritual energy in his body suddenly surged, like a river bursting its banks.

He tightly grasped the male and female dragon golden whips in both hands and circulated all the spiritual power in his body, injecting it into the golden whips.

Under the nourishment of spiritual power, the golden whip instantly became golden and dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, the golden whip was swung violently in the air, making a deafening dragon roar.

I saw the golden whip dancing quickly in the air, like two real dragons flying in the air.

They are covered with golden scales and their eyes flash with ferocity, as if they want to devour everything.

The two golden dragon whips transformed into dragons and instantly stopped Yuan Zhiqing's attack with the force of thunder.

Yuan Zhiqing's magic beams hit the dragon scales, causing sparks to fly, but were unable to break through their defenses.

When Yuan Zhiqing saw this, his face changed. He didn't expect Wen Zhong to be so powerful. He couldn't help but feel a little desperate!

Just as Yuan Zhiqing was hit, a dazzling stream of light suddenly streaked through the void, blocking him in front of him as accurately as lightning, and attacked Wen Zhong.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong tried to dodge the sudden attack, but the light was so fast that he couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard in the chest.