Seeing it, Jin didn't change it all the way to cry blood and fly freely.

All the bandits swallowed their spit subconsciously.

"Ghost Knife...... It's broken!"

"The knife is broken, the person dies, this cannot be ......"

"What the hell is this monster?!"

For a while, the eyes of the bandits looking at Jiang Ge changed again and again, full of surprise, shock, and fear.

There are also a large number of people, resentful and angry, with cold faces and blood-red eyes.

"Kill him and avenge the third gear!"

"All together!"

With a shout, the remaining dozen or so bandits flashed with madness in their eyes, and they all showed their desperate ruthlessness, raising their scimitars in their hands one after another, and moths rushed towards Jiang Ge like flames.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Turn.

The scimitars all fell on Jiang Ping's neck, fast, accurate and ruthless, and a trace of blood sparked.

It all happened so fast.

Jiang Ping was still immersed in the joy of the ghost knife Jin Buchang who was about to torture and kill Jiang Ge, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his legs, and his smile gradually became perverted.

This...... How did you get held hostage in a blink of an eye?

Jiang Ping's smile froze, which was more ugly than crying.

But the bandits had the confidence to say loudly:

"Jiang Ge, don't move, we have hostages!"

Jiang Ge was stunned when he heard this, and squinted at Jiang Ping, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and not crying.

Then there was an urge to kill the hostages.

In the live broadcast room.

"Hahaha, this group of bandits is too showy!"

"What do you know, support mentally, retreat in action, have a correct attitude, be loud, this is a tactic!"

"As long as I shout loud enough, you won't hear my steps back!"

"Shocked, a wronged man ate melons on the edge, and was subdued by the gangsters on the spot!"

"Bandits on the other side, don't be obsessed, otherwise our anchor will kill the hostages!"

"Poof. Jiang Ge couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But at this moment, this hearty laughter is particularly harsh.

It hurts the bandits' self-esteem too much.

It's maddening.

The bandits trembled with anger, but they had no choice but to tighten the steel knife in their hands, cut a blood line on Jiang Ping's neck, and threatened viciously: "You...... Don't come here, or we'll tear up the ticket!"

"Please, tear up the ticket. Jiang Ge made a gesture of prayer, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh again.

The reward in the live broadcast room has exceeded 20,000, Meizizi~

But.

Swords shattered, people died...... Hit people in the face, the ghost knife Jin didn't change his head, and he beat himself off, and he definitely couldn't live.

But Jiang Ge didn't wait for the system prompt.

Dropped by kills.

So far, Jiang Kun, Zhu Chengjin, and Jin Bu have not changed the three of them in his hands, only Kun Kun has given face and exploded his martial arts.

So the question is, what is the explosion rate?

A heated discussion broke out in the live broadcast room, and then a system prompt was ushered in-

"Ding, ten minutes, the live broadcast room is about to close. ”

"Thank you for your rewards, see you tomorrow, Mo Da!" Jiang Ge was reluctant to say goodbye.

Without sand sculpture netizens, everything is boring.

Jiang Ge's enthusiasm plummeted, and he didn't even look at everyone, turned around and left, and rode his horse to gallop outside the city.

"......" bandits.

"......" Jiang Ping.

Look at each other.

The small eyes were full of big doubts.

......

Meanwhile.

East of the city, Changqing Street, in another restaurant.

Private room.

Leng Chengfeng took a sip of sake elegantly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Across from her, a tall, burly man in a hat mask was about to get up.

The maidservant Xiaoqing came in from outside, smiled and said, "Miss, Jin Bu went to Fugui Street and met Jiang Ge's waste!"

"The road is narrow. ”

Hearing this, a touch of happiness appeared on Leng Chengfeng's face: "I thought that this waste would survive tomorrow, but I didn't expect that this would be retributed!"

Xiaoqing clapped his hands and said: "Yes, Jin Buchang is not a good stubble, under the ghost knife, no one can live...... It's a pity that he can't see Jiang Rulie's tragic ending. ”

"It's okay, grandparents and grandchildren together, Huangquan is a ghost, and there is company. The man in the hat masked laughed deeply.

Mentioning that Jin Buchang, Leng Chengfeng also nodded.

Seven-star samurai, ghost sword gold does not change, a brave and brave, under the full force, even if he is an eight-star cultivator, he may not be able to retreat with his whole body.

Although Jiang Ge has repaired the martial soul, he has unlimited potential, and he has ancient alchemy techniques, and the means are endless.

But bandits are bandits, people don't talk much, and they are not bound by the rules, they will not stand and be beaten, and their hands are lore, Jiang Ge has no chance of surviving.

Can he still ...... Anti-killing?

Leng Chengfeng shook his head and sneered, his mood was very beautiful.

The voice did not fall.

Bang!

A loud bang was heard.

From top to bottom, the restaurant was broken and knocked through.

The private room was not spared, the walls cracked in an instant, and a vague figure fell and smashed down from the flying debris.

"Boom-"

The aftermath is still there, and it booms and bursts.

The floor of the restaurant instantly collapsed downward, creating a two-meter-diameter hole, and the cobweb-like cracks spread throughout the private room in the blink of an eye.

"This ...... What happened?"

Everyone in the private room was stunned.

Leng Chengfeng and the masked man glanced at each other, subconsciously got up, and looked over curiously.

This glance completely shocked everyone!

But see.

A warrior covered in ghost knives and exuding a fierce sword, foaming blood and dying.

The neck is broken, and the head is about to fall off!

"This, this, this...... It's not ...... Won't the ghost knife gold be exchanged?"

"It's him, I can't be mistaken...... How is that possible?"

"He's not on Fugui Street, why did he suddenly appear here...... Two streets apart, what's going on?"

In a trance, there was a cold wind blowing.

The noisy scene instantly stopped.

Leng Chengfeng almost bit his lip, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the ground in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that the corpse in front of her was the fierce and vicious ghost knife that made her jealous!

However, apart from Jin Buchang, in the entire Tianfang City, who else can have such a strange martial soul power?

But it was really him...... How did it end up like this?

Jiang Ge......

Leng Chengfeng raised his head with difficulty and looked at the masked man, but saw the shock and surprise in the other party's eyes, no less than himself.

"The plan is accelerated. Leng Chengfeng gritted his teeth, and his voice was bitter: "Also, notify the Changle Gang ......"

"Send the money back without changing it. ”

......

A few hours later, the night was like a knife, cold and tricky.

Jin Buchang's cold corpse was sent back.

Changle Gang, in the grotto, thousands of people gathered, one by one, strange shapes, like a group of demons dancing, the scene was disorderly.

But no one dared to make a sound.

Because the helper got up.

Jin Changle, also known as Jin Chanle.

Because of the cultivation of "Jin Toad Gong", Jin Changle was extremely sleepy, and he was used to hibernating, accumulating cultivation and strength.

But!

Whenever this short, short, chubby man, with a narrow face at the top and wide at the bottom, eyes like mung beans, and a toad-like shape, is awakened, he is destined to have a radius of 100 miles, and he will not be at peace.

"Helper!"

The head of the big stall is not wanton, the head of the second stall is not restless, and the eight hundred bandits behind him are prostrate on the ground, and the sound of squirming gradually turns into the same torrent of sound:

"The Jiang clan is young, Jiang Ge, kill my stall leader, insult my Changle Gang, the crime is unforgivable!"

"After tomorrow, the three-day covenant, we will wait to take the head of this master, and the consolation money will not be exchanged for the spirit of the sky, and we will be able to rest in peace!"

In unison, the sound was rolling, and the mountains were shaken.

But!

But it was suppressed and covered up by the power of one person.

Jin Changle was like a humanoid toad, popping out of the darkness with a "whoosh", his cheeks bulging, and he said coldly: "Shut up, shit's three-day appointment!"

"Jiang Ge is a person, his combat power is not inferior to that of an eight-star warrior, and he has ancient alchemy skills, and Zhu Chengjin, a half-step martial artist, died carelessly...... But we're different!"

"We are bandits, evil, marauders, and rulebreakers!"

"Tear up the agreement, we won't give him half time to prepare, set off overnight, and the soldiers will come to the city and force Jiang Ge to death!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded, and a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened.

Human hair kills!

......

Meantime.

Tianfang City, the Jiang compound.

Looking at the five hundred people of Jiang Hu's tribe who were busy in front of him, constantly tinkering with nearly 30,000 catties of moldy rye, and were so tired that they were almost paralyzed, Jiang Ge combed his hair with satisfaction.

He never pinned his hopes on the enemy.

30,000 catties of moldy rye, almost the entire inventory of Tianfang City...... Of course, no one has this thing in stock.

Although the conditions in this world are rough, there is no qualified ethanol, and there is no standard amine water.

However, regardless of the cost, 30,000 catties of raw materials were smashed, and after all, a little bit of medicine could be refined.

Knowledge changes destiny.

But!

It's not enough, it's not sassy enough.

Jiang Ge pointed to the mirror comb and said, "System, open the thousand-yuan luck roulette, and have a ten-in-a-row draw." ”

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