(Still a little verbose!)

"Huh!"

The long knife carried a strong wind, swept horizontally, and where the shadow of the knife was more than two feet long, everything that stood in the way was cut into two pieces.

"Ahh

"Whew-"

"Mom!"

The screams were endless, and the crying father and mother were so lively.

More than two dozen Fog Clan monks, under a single sword, actually killed more than half of them, and the red blood stained the deck, gathered together, and flowed into a trickling stream of blood.

There were less than ten people left, who had already been frightened, standing in place and trembling, even forgetting to escape, they also knew that in the face of absolute strength, it was useless to escape.

"Didn't you just say that you were an uncle? What's wrong now?ah?!"

Mu Ping stepped forward.

"We ...... Uncle spare your life!"

"You bullying the weak and fearing the hard, don't you believe in the law of the jungle? Why are you dumb now?!!"

Mu Ping took another step forward, saw Ding Rui and Yang Jianjian together, and said that he was not angry, it was absolutely nonsense, and now, there is finally a place to vent, how can Mu Ping let it go?

"My lord, we just acted on orders, and we didn't do anything hurtful, please be enlightened!"

"You came here from the cultivation realm, and you didn't do anything about killing people and setting fires, are you blind?"

Mu Ping waved his hand and shot out a purple fire, and the yellow mist on these fog clans was like a coat, and suddenly turned into nothingness, revealing their bodies, one by one with triangular eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, pointed ears, similar to the yellow-faced guy of Lei Gong, appeared in front of him in an instant, trembling, it was really their turn to die, that situation, it was worse than ordinary martial artists.

"Look at you ugly guys! I can only hide in the dark yellow fog every day and pretend to be a ghost, and let Ben Shao avenge the monks you killed today!"

As he spoke, Mu Ping raised his right palm.

"Young and slow!"

The voice fell, and two streamers flew from far and near, flying quickly.

When he arrived above the deck, Mu Ping realized that the people who came were a man and a woman with flying swords, and the woman was flying in front of the man.

"You...... You ......"

Mu Ping and Ding Rui said the two words you in unison.

The woman Mu Ping had seen that it was the fairy who appeared in front of him when he first entered the game, the one who spoke with eight plus signs of sugar.

The man didn't need to ask, he must have met Ding Rui when he first entered the game.

The woman was dressed in a pink monk's uniform

, while the man is wearing a set of white monk's robes, but he also looks jade tree in the wind and graceful.

"Aren't these two virtual characters created in the game, how did they become flesh-and-blood living people?"

Mu Ping unscrupulously radiated his spiritual power, and swept it across the two of them a few times, only to find that the two were not virtual products at all, but flesh-and-blood people, no different from those aborigines.

"It's really strange that there are many things every year, especially this year!"

Mu Ping was speechless for an instant.

What is all this?

Virtual – Reality – Reality – Virtual!

He couldn't even figure out what was real and what was fake!

According to the intelligence of the Xuan Group, less than 300,000 martial cultivators came in Huaxia, and the population of a city here is as high as tens of millions, which is probably not just as simple as a Terran monk.

"Who are you?"

Mu Ping frowned.

"Shaoxia, this is not the place to speak, the invaders are coming soon, if you want to know the truth, please come with the slave!"

The nun opened her lips lightly, and the crisp sound of the big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate sounded one after another.

Compared with the fairy I just met when I came in, there was no pretentiousness and self-inflicted affection at all, and some were just straightforward expressions.

"And these people?"

Mu Ping pointed to the remaining less than ten Fog Clan monks.

"Don't worry, young man, hand it over to my subordinates, I believe they will handle it!"

Only then did Mu Ping find that the wind and thunder were rolling in the distance, and a battleship was speeding forward, and there were several figures standing on the battleship, all of them majestic and high-spirited, looking like soldiers going out to fight, looking like they were going home.

It's just that they seem to be malnourished and underfed, they all have yellow and thin faces, and the weapons in their hands are also varied, and the clothes they wear are like the flags of all nations, and they have all kinds of colors.

This whole ragtag army.

No wonder they value these fog tribes and this spaceship so much, I'm afraid they want to take advantage of the fire to rob them.

However, Yang Jianjian and the small leaders of the Wu Clan, including the rings of the monks who were killed by him, and the storage bags have all been put away by him, even if they pick up cheap, I am afraid there is nothing cheap to pick up.

"Okay. ”

Mu Ping glanced at Ding Rui, and the two followed behind the two young monks, boarded another spaceship, and left quickly.

"Shaoxia, should I call you Shaoxia, or should I call you Lord Xianzun?"

After taking a seat in the cabin, the nun was the first to speak.

"What do you mean?"

Mu Ping frowned, I don't know

What kind of medicine is this woman selling in her gourd?

"Wild 70 adults, no, it should be called the Tianma City Lord of Moro City, are you right when you say the slave family?"

The woman smiled slightly, got up and took the teapot sent by the maid, poured a cup of tea for Mu Ping, and brought it to Mu Ping's eyes with both hands.

"You inquired very clearly. ”

Mu Ping smiled slightly and reached out to take the teacup.

He regretted a little, why didn't he let the Zhou Qi family inquire carefully about the distribution of forces among all parties in the Doomsday God Realm at this moment.

He knew that, just as there were opposition in some countries on the planet, the Doomsday God Realm was so large and the indigenous population was so large that it was impossible for there to be no resistance, but he ignored this.

"This is Miss Ding Rui!"

The woman stretched out her hand and pointed at Ding Rui.

"You...... Do you know me?"

Ding Rui had a feeling of flattery, but how did this woman know her?

"Of course not. ”

The woman's words were like a scoop of cold water, and at once she completely extinguished the little pride she had just ignited.

"It told me!"

The woman took out a blank piece of paper in general, which was the bounty announcement issued by Mu Ping.

"Mu Ping, you ...... You've been looking for me since you got here?"

Ding Rui himself is a college student, how can he not see that this bounty announcement was sent by Mu Ping, and the paper was brought from the earth, because the Doomsday God Realm could not make A4 paper at all.

"Don't mention the past!"

Mu Ping's face darkened.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you so concerned about Ben Shao's affairs?"

Mu Ping's face was cold and his eyes puffed out.

"Big Brother Pegasus, of course I told her!"

As soon as the hatch opened, Zhou Wan'er walked in, followed by a figure, not Fluttershy or which?

"Wan'er, Fluttershy, why are you here?"

Mu Ping immediately stood up and spoke in surprise.

"Zhou Wan'er meets the city lord!"

"Fluttershy meets Eun Gong!"

The second daughter stepped forward to salute.

"Excuse me. ”

Mu Ping waved his hand.

"Brother Tianma, I told Sister Li so much about you, you won't be angry with Wan'er, right?"

"Of course not. How can the eldest brother be angry with Wan'er?"

Mu Ping reached out and gently stroked Wan'er's head, "By the way, Wan'er, what's going on?"