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People come and go, rubbing shoulders, buying and selling, and people are boiling.

On the street, there are two people walking, one of them has thin eyebrows and square face, elegant eyebrows, but the dragon walks and walks like a tiger, as if he has the ambition to swallow the inner one.

Beside him was a white-faced young man, with an endless heroic aura as soon as his eyebrows were raised.

"Brother Long, what do you think of this city?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"Orderly, strict regulations, popularity like fire, steaming, looking at the world, such an orderly development of the city is very rare!"

The young man replied.

"That's true!" the middle-aged man nodded, "What's even more peculiar is that in this city, the land was replanned a few years ago, distributed by people, and no buying and selling was allowed, and no agricultural taxes were charged, so that the people really had a surplus base!"

"How can there be such a miracle?"

The young man was surprised, "How can we keep the whole city running without agricultural taxes?"

"I also just learned the details of the operation here, and it feels very novel!" said the middle-aged man, "They collect a tax on transactions, which doesn't seem like much, but it's several times the agricultural tax, which is unbelievable!"

"Impossible!"

The young man was surprised.

"I don't know the doorway inside, but this city is very good, and I plan to build a branch hall here to make this city work for me. ”

Middle-aged humane.

"If it is discovered by the righteous path, and there will be a fight, I am afraid that it will be difficult to defend it in the end!" the young man frowned, "Besides, with the disciples of my sect, if they come, won't they make this place a miasma?" Sect Master, you see, everyone here has new clothes, every family has surplus food, and there is no freezing and starvation to death, it can be called a paradise, if it is destroyed, it will ......!"

"If we can accomplish great things, such a place will expand to the whole world!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his arms, embraced the world, was ambitious, and swallowed the eight wildernesses, "If you have something, you can get something!"

But at this moment, the two looked out of the city at the same time.

"Interesting!"

The middle-aged man's expression moved, his figure flickered, and he had disappeared.

The pro-young man followed closely and left quietly.

The pedestrians on the street were indifferent to their departure.

Fifty miles outside the city, outside a mountain village.

The village was dead silent, there was no movement, and the sky was full of resentment.

"Senior brother, this is it!"

Zhang Zhang pointed to the mountain village road ahead.

His face was pale, apparently from his serious injuries.

"Slaughtering the village and destroying the household, it's really bold!"

The cold soldier snorted coldly, held the knife in one hand, turned his back and walked forward.

He had sensed an extremely evil aura behind the village.

How fast they were, and they had already come to the woods behind the village, where there was a blood pit full of blood and corpses piled around it.

"It's hateful!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, the cold soldier showed extreme annoyance, and the killing machine rose up. Even Zhang Li's eyes narrowed, and the cold light shone brightly.

"Is this your helper?"

In the center of the blood pool sat a young man in black, his eyes were glowing red, and he saw the tension at a glance, and then transferred to Han Bing, and smiled coldly, "I let you run away last time, this time, I will definitely kill you, swallow your essence blood, and eat your soul!"

"Who are you, and where are you from?"

The cold soldier stepped forward and asked in a cold voice.

"When I swallow the essence blood, you will naturally know!" the young man licked his lips, revealing excitement, "Your essence blood must contain more power than the untouchables of a village!"

"Look for death!"

The cold soldier's sword flashed and slashed down in the air.

The knife breath spewed out, splitting the air.

The young man in the blood pool rose into the air, pinched the seal with his hand, and the blood in the blood pool turned into a blood dragon and swept towards the cold soldiers, but it was torn open by a knife, and blood was sprinkled all over the ground.

The young man in black was also shocked and flew out.

"It's so strong!" the man in black was shocked, "It's not Taoism, it's not magic, it's like martial arts in secular martial arts, but how can it be so strong?"

"Say, who the hell are you?"

The cold soldier took his sword in one hand and forced forward.

"I want to know, let's go to hell!"

A bloody light rose from the black-clothed young man's body, turned into a skull, and with a red light in his eye sockets, he pounced, startling the cold soldier and hurriedly retreating.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Where have Han Bing seen such a strange technique, his eyes flashed, and his heart was restless, but he remembered the entrustment of the master in the distance, and the power to force the opponent back with a knife just now, and he couldn't help but be bold.

"Open it for me!"

Shaking the qi and blood, he raised the Qinglong Glaive Knife, and with a 'poof' sound, the skull was slashed, and a broken short sword fell in the air.

Burst......!

The black-clothed young man opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said in disbelief: "You actually cut off my magic weapon?"

"Artifact?"

Han Bing remembered it in his heart, stepped forward, and stabbed again.

The young man in black knew the horror, but where could he dodge it? Immediately, a blood-colored light curtain appeared in front of him, but it was easily cut open by the big knife.

Seeing that he was about to be divided, Han Bing turned the handle of the knife, turned the head of the knife, and slashed the back of the knife on the shoulder of the black qi youth.

Click!

Yes......!

With a crisp sound, the young man in black screamed miserably, was split and flew out, and fell into the dust.

His entire left shoulder was shattered by the back of the knife.

"Say, who are you?"

The cold soldier came to the black-clothed young man in one step, and the tip of the knife turned and aimed it at his throat.

"If you dare to kill me, you will surely die!"

The young man in black was covered with cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and was a little hard.

"Really?"

Han Bing used to be a decisive master, not to mention that now, his eyes were cold, and he shot a fierce light, which made the young man in black shrink his heart fiercely, he had seen too much of this kind of vision, he had it, this was the gaze of preparing to kill the hand.

"I said, I said!" The young man in black immediately withered, "My name is Xing Bin, I am a disciple of the Ghost King Sect, if you dare to kill me, the Ghost King will definitely not let you go!"

"Ghost King Sect, what's it?"

The Cold Soldier frowned.

Xing Bin immediately grinned, and said in disbelief: "You don't even know about the Ghost King Sect?"

"Should I know?" said Han Bing, "Tell me, what kind of existence is the Ghost King Sect?"

"I'll tell you!"

Under the tree next to him, a middle-aged man appeared at some point, and when he heard the voice, Han Bing reacted, his face changed wildly, he didn't care about killing Xing Bin, he danced the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, protected his body, and retreated more than ten meters away.

"Who are you?"

Han Bing's pupils shrank to the size of a pintip, and he could appear silently beside him without being noticed, and he must be higher than him in terms of cultivation.

At this time, Zhang Li also walked over and stood side by side with the cold soldiers.

"Meet the Sect Master!"

Xing Bin showed joy, endured his injuries, got up, and knelt on the ground.

"Useless stuff!"

This sect master is none other than the Ghost King Sect Master, one of the four major sects of the Demon Dao, he glanced at Xing Bin, snorted coldly, and looked at Han Bing, revealing a look of curiosity.

"Brother Long, he doesn't cultivate the Dao Law, he doesn't understand the Dharma, and he doesn't know magic, why does he have such a strong qi and blood, and he has strong strength?"

Tens of thousands of people asked.

is also constantly looking at the cold soldiers and tension.

"I've been meditating all these years, it's really unknown!" Brother Long, who is also one of the four protectors of the Ghost King Sect, Qinglong, he quietly appeared beside ten thousand people, shook his head, and seemed to be aware of it, "Only cultivating qi and blood, condensing will, this kind of method, like a martial art in the mortal world? But how can it be so strong? Looking at Xing Bin's state, he has just broken through and improved, even the disciples of the seventh layer of the Qingyunmen Yuqing Realm can compete, but they are defeated by such a young man." ”

"With their physique and such vigorous qi and blood, if they cultivate demonic skills, will they advance by leaps and bounds?"

Ten thousand people suddenly wondered.

"Definitely! We cultivators, whether it is the Dao, the Devil, or the Buddha, all pay attention to the foundation, the so-called foundation is just the strength of the innate blood and blood, with their kind of physique, cultivating the Demon Skill, it will definitely grow rapidly, and in time, it will not be difficult to become a core disciple!"

Qinglong nodded.

"Are you from the Ghost King Sect?"

Han Bing was judged by the head and was angry, but he knew that the two people in front of him were great enemies, so he forcibly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said coldly.

"Little one, how about worshipping me as a teacher?"

Ten thousand people said suddenly.

"Worship you as a teacher?"

Han Bing couldn't help but be stunned.

"Worship me as a teacher, you can make your sword in the sky, become a master in the world, although you can't live forever, but it is not a problem to be able to enjoy the world for five or six hundred years, how about it?"

Ten thousand people put their hands behind their backs, and the momentum soared out of the air, pressing down, making the two Han soldiers immediately breathe quickly and their faces flushed.

"I already have a master!" Han Bing suppressed the chill in his heart and asked, "This Xing Bin, since he is a disciple of your sect, I want to know, how are you going to punish him?"

"It's a pity!" The ghost king sighed, he really had the mind of loving talent, and when he saw that the other party had a teacher, he gave up, his eyes lit up and said, "My sect disciple acts, how can I let you ask?" hurt Xing Bin, you say, what should I do with you?"

Han Bing's eyes narrowed: "He slaughtered the village and wiped out the households, you don't care?"

"It's just a mundane ant!"

Ten thousand people said indifferently, "Give you a chance, tell me the origin of your teacher, and I will let you go!"

Hahaha!

Han Bing laughed wildly, full of sarcasm, "It's worthy of the Ghost King Sect, it turns out that they are all a group of evil ghosts! Let me ask you, before you became a strong man, were you a mortal person?"

The faces of the 10,000 people changed.

"Presumptuous!"

Qinglong kept frowning, shouted, and stepped forward, "The junior is rude, I will teach you a lesson for your teacher!"

"Really?"

Han Bing had his own arrogance, knowing that things were difficult to get good today, he immediately urged the White Emperor Xuanjin Gong, and the true qi flowed out, especially in the Lung Gold Origin Aperture, the White Emperor Golden Qi flowed out.

Buzz ......!

The Qinglong Glaive Knife trembled, and a power that was indestructible and indestructible emanated, and it was automatic without wind, cutting the ground one after another.

"What a might!"

Qinglong's face changed slightly, and he looked at the big knife.

"Today, I will eliminate harm for the people!"

The cold soldiers jumped up, volleyed a knife into the air, spit out the sword, as if opening the heavens and the earth, and slashed Huashan and fell.

As soon as Qinglong's palm flipped over, he shook the broadsword out and sent the cold soldier back two steps.

"It's so strong!"

The cold soldiers were shocked.

"You're not bad either!"

Qinglong frowned, what kind of person he was, under one palm, he only let Han Bing take two steps back. With a flash of figure, he came to the side of the cold soldier and slapped his palm on the shoulder.

Han Bing's mind had already risen to the top, and when he felt the crisis, he didn't want to think about it, so he slashed at the top of Qinglong's head, and as for the other party's attack, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

It's a pity, how did he know that Qinglong was really powerful.

A palm slapped him out.

"Tell me where you came from, and you'll be gone, if not?"

Qinglong walked over slowly.

"What else?"

Han Bing struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, felt heavy on his shoulders, I was afraid that the bones had been cracked, but he didn't care, handed the Qinglong Yanyue Knife to the other hand, and said coldly.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Qinglong is a character who has lived for hundreds of years, and his heart is as hard as iron, and his eyes are flashing with coldness.

"I'll take a look at your ruthlessness?"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

High in the sky, a streamer of light came across the sky, and the figure fell, already standing in front of the cold soldier.

It's not Chu Yang, or who is it?