Chapter 271 Determining Han Yang’s future

The high wall of the monster front is hundreds of feet high and nearly a thousand feet wide. All the suppressors live on top of the high wall.

After just one glance from a distance, Han Yang roughly estimated a number.

Half a million!

The number of warriors stationed on this high wall even exceeds the number of warriors in Nanyang County.

Many of them were transferred from other counties in Xuanfu.

There are many more who probably came because of their reputation.

According to Lu Xingyun, some people are born to like killing.

The monster front is a lawless place.

As long as you can kill the monster, no matter what method you use, it doesn't matter.

No matter how evil he is, no one can accuse him.

"Actually, the reason why many people here do not choose to leave is because they have transformed part of the blood of monsters. Staying here and hunting monsters is the fastest way to practice!"

Lu Xingyun's secret voice transmission revealed a secret that wasn't even a secret.

Han Yang was not surprised.

For those warriors who have been stuck in the early stage of Qi gathering for the rest of their lives due to rebirth, monster bloodline is undoubtedly an option.

This is even more true for those Bone Forging Realm warriors who are unable to gather Qi in the first place.

However, transforming the bloodline of monster beasts is a road of no return!

If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you can't keep improving your strength, one day your blood will backfire and you will become a monster that is neither human nor demon.

Rather than saying that these people on the monster front are staying here to improve their strength, it is better to say that they can no longer leave here.

Once they leave the monster forest, their advancement speed cannot resist the backlash of the monster bloodline.

They are simply...a bunch of pathetic people.

"stop!"

As soon as a group of three people arrived in front of the garrison, a warrior in black armor stopped them.

"This is an important military area. Everyone who comes here must take off their weapons!"

The black-armored warrior looked at the sword box behind Han Yang maliciously.

Lu Xingyun frowned slightly: "It's strange, I've never heard of such a rule before..."

The black-armored warrior sneered: "You have heard it now. What I said is the rule! This general is the ninth-grade military attache of the garrison camp. You, a warrior from a small sect, dare to question me?"

The cultivation level of this black-armored warrior is only at the second level of Qi Gathering, which is one level lower than Lu Xingyun, but he is so aloof and arrogant that it is really surprising.

Lu Xingyun wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Han Yang.

"Senior Brother Lu, I wonder how many meritorious deeds are needed to kill a ninth-grade official on the monster front?"

Han Yang's eyes glanced coldly at the black general's neck.

Lu Xingyun's eyes widened in shock.

But the black-armored general shouted angrily: "How brave you are, how dare you..."

puff!

He had only spoken half of his words before his head flew high into the sky, blood spraying everywhere.

The head spun around two or three times before falling in front of the gate of the garrison camp.

The dozen or so soldiers from the garrison camp all around stared at this scene in a daze, unable to recover for a moment.

They have been guarding the monster front for many years, but they have never encountered a warrior who casually kills the officers and soldiers guarding the camp.

Not to mention, he was still killing people in front of the gate of the guarding camp.

"You...are bold!"

"Get him!"

Four or five Qi gathering warriors rushed out of the barracks and surrounded Han Yang and the other three.

Han Yang asked casually, still calmly: "Brother Lu, you haven't answered the question I just asked."

Lu Xingyun was completely confused.

This Mr. Han is exactly what he said in the letter: he is murderous.

Back in Yuanmen, even the leader of the sect, He Wantong, was killed after a disagreement.

After going to Yuanzong, before entering the mountain gate, he killed the legitimate son of the Nalan family with one sword during the main sect's martial arts competition. Nalan was the only one.

Now, I just arrived at the monster front, my butt is still hot, and I slashed the military attaché of the garrison with a knife?

Damn it, he is really a careless master!

"A second level of Qi Gathering, at least... two hundred merit points!" Lu Xingyun gritted his teeth and said.

Han Yang glanced at the four or five Qi gathering experts surrounding them, "What about the third level Qi gathering and the fourth level Qi gathering?"

When Han Yang glanced at his neck, several Qi gathering experts subconsciously took half a step back.

There is something evil about this kid.

"Seven hundred points for the third level, two thousand points for the fourth level. On the monster front, there is nothing that cannot be solved with merit. As long as you have the ability, you can... kill."

Lu Xingyun's eyes turned red and he chose to break the jar.

Zheng!

The Hongyan knife in Han Yang's hand trembled.

"Wait a minute..."

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar hurriedly ran out of the Central Army's tent and said with a smile: "Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings..."

He winked and asked the four or five Qi Gathering warriors to retreat, and then said with a smile: "General Li probably doesn't know that the two of them are people who participated in the hunting operation of the third hunting team, so there will be a misunderstanding. As long as If you are willing to atone for your sins with your merits, we will not pursue his death..."

Han Yang laughed, suppressed his killing intent and said, "It's such an interesting place... Okay, this meritorious service will be credited to me..."

After saying that, he strode towards the Chinese army's tent, not paying attention to the warriors around him.

Lu Xingyun sighed and followed closely.

The expressionless Xu Ziran was completely numb.

The middle-aged man looked at Han Yang's leaving back, his eyes full of coldness, "I didn't expect him to be a stupid young man, so... he dared to kill people in the garrison camp, even if he killed them secretly, those three old guys couldn't say no What's wrong!"

With a sneer, he quickly followed.

…

There were three people sitting in the big tent.

At this time, the faces of the three of them were very ugly.

These three people have already learned about what just happened in front of the camp gate.

No one would have thought that a young warrior who had just arrived at the monster battle line would be so unruly and would dare to kill a ninth-grade military attache from the imperial court at the slightest disagreement?

"Haha... he is such an interesting little guy. If the heavens hadn't chosen him by name and chosen him to be the medicine man, I would have cut off his hands and feet right now and thrown him on the city wall to show off to the public for three months!"

The one on the left is a middle-aged woman, sneering constantly, with murderous intent in her eyes.

The old man on the right smiled and said: "Sell him to the Heavenly Dao, and you and I can get a chance to baptize the blood. It's not a bad price."

The woman snorted coldly and said nothing.

Sikong Zhengye, the demon-hunting general of the garrison camp who was sitting on the main seat, was holding a teacup and sipping tea carefully, as if he didn't hear the conversation between the two.

After a while, the tent door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man from before led Han Yang and the others into the big tent.

"Monster Hunting General, why don't you kneel down and worship?!"

The middle-aged man introduced Han Yang and the others with a solemn expression.

Lu Xingyun and Xu Ziran cupped their hands.

Han Yang looked at the three of them with an indifferent expression, indifferent.

If there hadn't been the scene of killing people in anger in front of the camp gate, the middle-aged man might have scolded him twice, but at this time, he just lowered his head and pretended not to see Han Yang's rudeness.

Sikong Zhengye did not speak. Instead, the old man on the right smiled and spoke: "I have long heard that a heaven-level genius came out of Yuanmen. When I saw it today, it was indeed well-deserved... This hunt should be done by this guy." Little brother."

This old man spoke very politely.

But in Han Yang's eyes, he was just another smiling guy like He Wantong.

"I am here to officially tell you that I will not participate in the third hunting team's bullshit operation. I have my own action plan!"

Han Yang spoke slowly, but what he said made everyone in the tent look confused.

The middle-aged man was even more shocked.

Even Lu Xingyun couldn't help but send a message: "Junior brother Han, I would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, so why bother with the people of the imperial court? These guys... are not successful enough, but they are more than capable of failing..."

Snap!

Before he finished speaking, Demon Hunting General Sikong Zhengye looked solemn and placed the tea cup in his hand on the table...