Online game of short knife

Chapter 863 Changes in Qingcheng
Hearing the serious question, Fu Hongyu frowned slightly, "I don't know their intentions either. Everywhere the Rakshasa Sect goes, they just force those gang sects to hand over the cheats. I don't know what they want to do. My master and Yu After the first battle of Rakshasa, I am still unconscious. Senior Wei from Zizaimen healed my master, which was also a great loss of vitality. Fortunately, Li Daxia brought Dr. Ye and Dr. Mei to Changkong League. I heard from them that my master His injury has improved and he will wake up soon."

"Mr. Xiao Da is auspicious, and nothing will happen." Seriously comforted, Li Yutang is proficient in the Celestial Silkworm Art, which is extremely effective in healing, and with ghost doctors Ye Tianshi and Mei Yao moxibusting, Mr. Xiao Da will definitely recover safely.

At this moment, Dai Yan had already cleared the battlefield with the brilliant people, and called Fu Hongyu back to the Changkong League to hand in the mission. The Rakshasa Sect returned to the carbine again.

The dusk is low, and the gold is sinking.

A group of uninvited guests came from outside the Qingcheng School far away in Shu.

The two disciples who guarded the mountain wanted to stop them, but the leader waved them casually and beat them far away, killing them.

A player from Qingcheng happened to be going down the mountain. Seeing this situation, he quickly turned around and ran back. The person who came was not friendly. This player named Orange Flavor Mirinda didn’t want to die in vain. Although he had a substitute doll, it was troublesome to do the task. The materials are also expensive, so it's better to wait for the head and many elders to deal with it.

With just a glimpse, Orange Flavor Mirinda still saw the name of the person who came. The person who made the shot was called Yindiling, the soul chasing demon, and Pan Tianxing, the thousand-handed human demon, was walking alongside him. NPC, followed by more than a dozen lawless players.

Yin Diling, the soul chasing demon, didn't chase after him, and led the crowd up the mountain with his head held high.

Orange-flavored Mirinda ran desperately, went straight into the main hall, and reported to Master Song Mu and the three elders who were doing evening classes in the main hall.

The orange-flavored Mirinda also pays attention to the things on the forum. Of course he knows about the Rakshasa Sect. At this time, the Rakshasa Sect is probably doing trouble in the Northland. The battle with the Sky League, the Northland is far away, and the Orange Flavor Millenia Tatsuya just wanted to watch the fun, how the Raksha Sect would find the Qingcheng Sect nowadays, the Orange Flavored Mirinda was full of doubts.

The Qingcheng faction is not well-known among the eight sects, and it is not very famous among the players. It is all due to the novel of Xiaoaojianghu. The characters created there, Yu Xiaozi and Qingcheng four beasts, are too unbearable , There are not many players who worship under Qingchengmen, but Orange Flavor Mirinda still thinks the school is pretty good, and advanced martial arts will not be much weaker than other schools. It is slightly inferior to Shaolin and Wudang, but compared to Shaolin and Wudang. Starting point Cang, Kongtong, and Kunlun are not weak at all, and there are also unique schools.

This is not the first time that Qingcheng has been beaten to the gate of the mountain. The last time it was a man in white. After a fair fight, the former head Master Songhe was killed with a knife. Now there is a Raksha Sect to find fault. The head of the sect can't handle it, there are no ancestors living in seclusion in the sect.

Glancing at the peaceful Pine Master, the orange-flavored Mirinda had bitter taste in his mouth. The previous head had a straight temper and would rather bend than bend, but the current head Pine Master has gone to another extreme, his temper is too easy-going, what? Everyone sees the clouds as calm and the wind is light, and their martial arts are not as good as the previous head. The three elders are also indifferent, and they don't have much desire to compete for strength. The oldest real Songmu became the head of Qingcheng.

"There are enemies attacking the mountain gate, the brothers who can come back come to help!" Orange Flavor Mirinda screamed in the sect channel, I don't know how many brothers can be summoned, but one person counts as one person, and it is more strength.

There were so many brothers and sisters who responded, which warmed the heart of Orange Flavored Mirinda. Although the sect has declined, it still has a cohesive force.

After all, it was a foreign enemy, so the sect leader and the three elders also started to move, ordering the Taoist boy standing beside him to call the disciples to gather in the main hall to prepare for the attack.

On the other side, Xiaoyao Longfei, who followed the soul chasing demon Lord Yin Diling and the thousand-handed demon Pan Tianxing, complained in the team channel.

"The task was just to ask us to pick up someone, but now something unexpected happened, and they were sent by Qingcheng. Isn't this a deliberate mess?"

"Anyway, the missions are completed, and people have received them. Let the brothers in the gang escort them back. It's okay to follow along. This triggers a branch mission. Maybe something good will happen." A player named Gu Butong was lazy. Yang Yang replied.

"It's better not to be knocked down the mountain. Killing the disciples guarding the mountain as soon as you come, it's a big knot." Xiaoyao Longfei sighed depressingly.

"The two demon kings are very powerful. I think it's definitely a good thing for us to follow. Don't worry, Boss Long Fei." Another lawless player said with a smile.

"That's right, Boss Long Fei, you just worry too much."

"You don't have many chances to attack other people's mountain gates, and it's worth dying once."

There was a lot of echoes, these lawless players were all members of Xiaoyao Longfei's hall, and Gu Butong was still his best friend, so Xiaoyao Longfei couldn't say too many disappointing things.

Gu Butong is also like Xiaoyao Longfei, he likes to practice defensive skills, he doesn't pay much attention to attack, he only wants to break through the sky, he greatly agrees with Xiaoyao Longfei's defense method, naturally he and Xiaoyao Longfei hit it off, Xiaoyaolong Feidu regarded him as his confidant all his life, but his character was a bit lazy, and he didn't care much about other things except his mind-numbing practice.

Not long after, I arrived outside the Qingcheng faction, and saw the gate was open, and the soul chasing demon Lord Yin Diling walked in with a big thorn. Xiaoyao Longfei had to follow with his gang brothers. Inside the gate was a spacious square. It was a grand hall, and a group of disciples gathered on both sides of the hall, waiting in full force. At a glance, there were no less than a hundred people.

Xiaoyao Longfei glanced cautiously, most of them were NPCs, only a few players mixed in.

"Tell your sect masters to come out and speak!" Yin Diling, the soul chaser, shouted violently, his voice resounding like thunder, resounding everywhere.

Master Songmu of Qingcheng took the three elders out of the hall leisurely, stepped forward, bowed his head, "Poverty is the current headmaster of Qingcheng Songmu, I don't know if you come to Qingcheng, what advice can you give?"

"I heard that the Tianluo Gang Qi of your Qingcheng faction is very good, and it is somewhat mysterious. I would like to borrow it for reference. If you don't want Qingcheng to be washed in blood, you, an old Taoist, will give it to you quickly." Soul Chaser Demon Lord Yin Diling said unceremoniously.

"Your Excellency's request is too unreasonable. The poor can only learn about your master's clever tricks." The real Song Mu's eyes were lowered, and his expression was still calm, and he was not angry at the words of the soul chasing demon Lord Yin Diling.

"Stubborn!" Yin Diling, the soul chasing demon, let out a snarl, and his figure flashed in front of the real Songmu, and he slammed his palm on the face of the real Songmu.

(End of this chapter)