World of Cultivation

The second hundred and ninety-sixth month of silver

With such a wave of shocks, the front two thousand people lost more than 500 people.

"It's really slag." Lei Peng was full of disdain: "So many people can't stop even one wave."

Green doesn't take it for granted: "Isn't that better? Save us the trouble. Be careful that the boss's mission is not finished."

"What are you going to do?" Lei Peng muttered.

"Do you think? Don't be lucky!" The green bangs in front of the plucking of the bangs, and the whole sighs: "The boss is so many people boast of Haikou, if we have not finished, oh. Lose the boss's face, is lost The face of Xiao Niang. Lost the face of Xiao Niang, the rest will not need me to say it."

"I know this too." Lei Peng put on a gesture of loneliness: "I just feel that it is no fun to defeat such an enemy."

"Enemies? Oh, you must be mistaken, they are fat sheep. The pleasure of killing fat sheep is stripping, not defeating."

"..."

The two had no time to continue to hang around, and the orders of Xiao Niang quickly conveyed, and the two quickly converge and turn their hearts.

I saw the Suzaku camp, which was interspersed with the other side, and slammed back to kill.

More than a thousand repairers who had just been smashed into chaos, suddenly screamed and screamed, lacked effective organization, and they escaped in panic.

Can not escape too far, they have been quietly touched the flank of the Suzaku cultivator to hit a squad, after being killed dozens of people in a row, the rest of the people, scared to death, turned around and ran.

These songs that wandered on the flank did not catch up. They were only responsible for re-driving those who were preparing to escape to the big team.

The Suzaku Camp, which was chased and killed, is like a sheep, constantly driving more than a thousand people who have been killed.

Hong Junxuan was cold and cold, and looked desperate. He stood in the air and looked at the cultivators who had been passing by him. Their faces were full of fear and despair. All of their own deployments were disrupted, and the other party broke through the success without any effort. He had not had time to react to any of them. Those outsiders who had flooded the tides shattered the remaining three teams.

The fear spread quickly, and the morale was so low that the team collapsed on the spot.

On Xiangyun, Zuo Mo looked at the chaotic battlefield and couldn't help but shook his head: "This kind of team is really strong and strong." He immediately smiled and said: "It is cheaper for us."

The woman is standing beside him, like a wood man.

Zuo Mo is actually just talking to himself, and does not expect the female repair to respond. If the female practitioner suddenly speaks, he must be scared.

The Suzaku camp screamed in the voice of "surrender to death", which is far and near. The desperate cultivators who had long been desperate had surrendered, and they were surprised by the fact that they were even stunned.

The whole process of the battle went beyond what everyone expected. Even Zuo Mo and Gongsun’s poor, some can’t believe that four or five thousand people simply gave up their resistance and chose to surrender collectively.

Others are even more sloppy.

The middle-aged people took the lead in reacting and shook their heads and sighed: "There is no right way in the outside of the church. The team formed in this way has no morale at all. There is nothing on weekdays. If you are in danger, you will be vulnerable."

The big man is somewhat dissatisfied: "If the door is so elite, I am afraid of the outcome, it is still unknown."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The elite of this door may not be inferior to this team, but what about the war?"

A big man, a thousand troops are easy to get, one will be hard to find. The war will be difficult to train, and there are very few wilderness paths. Often only the big gates will cultivate some. The various seals and appraisal institutes have the least popularity in the competition. However, since the accident in the **** world, various training courses have been springing up, and they have emerged in an endless stream.

Of course, that's all about scams.

But it can also reflect the thirst of the various party factions from the side, and now the war has become the hottest and most demanding profession. There are also three or five warriors in the sect, but they only have bronze medals.

This team's warfare is definitely more than a bronze medal.

The bronze medal goes to the next level and is the silver medal of the month. The monthly silver war, each of them is a very rare talent, the cost of recruitment is even higher than a Jin Danjian.

Is it the moon silver war...

Dahan stared at the face of the grandson, with a shy face, some could not believe it.

The same shock as him, or Rong Wei. However, Rong Wei is not skeptical, but affirmative. She is a bronze warrior and has a more accurate judgment on the level of the grandson.

The young man who is ashamed of being a boy next door is definitely a silver war!

The Alum sent this time to the iron plate!

Rong Wei looked at the battlefield without saying a word. After her, she was a horrified guard.

Her gaze suddenly fell on the black cloud of the young man, the golden city owner. She frowned at the slightest inconsistency, and the Jinwu City Lord seemed to be admiring the barefoot of the woman around her.

I did not expect to be a erotic.

She couldn't help but secretly, such a young moon and silver war, the future is limitless, actually under the hands of a erotic, let her give birth to a dark pearl.

Zuo Mo stared at the perfect and innocent barefoot of the woman, and said to herself: "You said, will this ancestors come here this time?"

Since the last experience in the nine-turning clay plate, Zuo Mo has become more and more unaware of the relationship between women and women. Perhaps even he himself has not realized this.

The barefoot of the female repairer always attracted his attention inadvertently. At first, he was a little embarrassed. Later, he found that the female repair did not care, and he was unscrupulous.

This is the pursuit of good things! The reason for Zuo Mo’s reason is to be strong and strong.

"It should be coming soon."

Zuo Mo did not remove his gaze, he said to himself.

"Alum ancestors..."

The female repair is silent.

The collection of the Suzaku Camp is quite a very skilled business, and Bao Yi can't wait to go out to help. It took only one hour to get through, and all the prisoners were under the body, and all of them were searched clean.

The defenders of the war, all look at the heat, can not wait to get a hand. However, I have seen the powerful fighting power of Zhuque Camp just now, and no one dares to move.

Hong Junxuan and several other aunt disciples were taken to the left, and there was only one crotch left for each person.

"You dare to move us a hair, the ancestors will not let you go!" A Ming disciple sighed.

Neuropathy, left to turn straight into the white eye, when is this all the time, also said such awkward words, and can not go with yourself?

Hong Junxuan suddenly yelled at the disciple: "Shut up!"

He ignored the disciple and turned his face to the left. "We are all core disciples of the Ming Dynasty. If you can let us live, we are willing to pay the corresponding price."

Zuo Mo’s eyes are brighter, nothing is more attractive to him than earning spar, but he said, “Oh, but you have nothing now.”

"Please give me a paper crane. I believe that the price will definitely satisfy you." Hong Junxuan recovered from the previous calm.

Left Mo thought about it and shook his head.

"Why?" Hong Junxuan was a little anxious. If the other party did not agree, then his own life would be difficult to protect. He thought that the other party was not satisfied: "Two hundred pieces of four crystal spar? This price..."

The surrounding teachers and brothers took a breath of air and looked at the two brothers in disbelief. None of them thought that the second brother would be so rich.

Where did the two brothers get so many spar?

Zuo Mo still shook his head.

“Plus half of the profits in the outer court!” Hong Junxuan said in a very painful way: “You also know how much you can earn in a year, as long as you let us live, the outside church is still under our control...”

"Two brothers, you are crazy..." An aunt disciple could not help.

"Shut up!" Hong Junxuan looked blue and green, and said: "Do you want to die here?"

Others do not speak immediately.

Hong Junxuan was on the gambling gambler and looked at Zuo Mo: "How?"

Zuo Mo still shook his head.

"What do you want?" Hong Junxuan almost collapsed.

"I want to kill the Ming dynasty." Zuo Mo calmly said.

All the aunts and disciples screamed and laughed, as if they heard something incredible jokes.

Hong Junxuan also laughed quickly. After a while, he stopped and smiled. "Don't be kidding. You want to kill your ancestors? Just because of you? I think you should consider my suggestion."

Zuo Moo is interested: "Oh, what? We are not strong enough to watch these people?"

"I don't know enough?" Hong Junxuan sneered: "The ancestor Jin Dan is repaired, and the mana is boundless. Although you have a little strength, but in front of the ancestors, there is no room for any movement. How? Or consider my suggestion, be a man Actual point."

Hong Junxuan’s face floated involuntarily and now has a touch of pride.

Zuo Mo did not have an interest in their nonsense, turned and left. Everyone has a different position. Many of his ideas, Hong Junxuan, are impossible for them to understand. He didn't wave his hand back: "These are not kept, so you don't have to worry about it."

Hong Junxuan and others face a white paper.

Jinwucheng has been famous for its success. It has spread throughout the hills. This group of people, the city, all suddenly rose up, without any warning, and no one knows that they are coming.

But the stupid people also know that the Jinwu City and the Ming Dynasty are about to arrive.

Whether it is the black refining futon or the war, it is doomed that both sides can only die.

After Jinwu City, since the war, the city gate was closed and the security was strict. No one knew what was going on inside. It was only from time to time that there was a loud bang in the city. Some courageous monks wanted to fly to the sky to see it. As a result, they were almost killed by the squad that was released by the war.

The Jinwu City, which is fully prepared for war, let other practitioners feel the arrogance of the situation. Within a hundred miles of Jinwu City, there is no one, although they really want to see the upcoming war like the last time, but this time they dare not.

The Ming Dynasty sent this time, it will only be a person, the Ming ancestors

- The only Golden Dan left in the hills today!

For a few days in a row, the sky was overcast and the unstoppable suppression was chilling.

The rain is coming from the wind.