"Seven Absolute Sons, Desperate Death, Desperate Ruthlessness...... What else?" Fang Ran asked cheekily.

He felt like a curious baby, and he didn't know anything in the tent. Fortunately, I have always given people the impression of living in a simple place, so that I will not be suspicious because I am too ignorant.

"Seven Uniques...... It's not like that. The Seven Absolute Sons like poetry and music the most, and they call themselves the Seven Uniques, which is an extraordinary attainment in the Seven Words Quatrain. Ying Ruoyan also came to the tent, and just when she heard Fang Ran's question, she explained a word.

"I've seen the Shadow Manager. ”

"Mr. Shadow is in charge. ”

"Eh, you're here too. ”

The last greeting was naturally Fang Ran.

Ying Ruoyan sighed helplessly, it seemed that there would be no way for Fang Ran to change his name for a while.

Her brow furrowed, her delicate brow furrowed. Before walking to the sand table, he picked up a small yellow flag, hesitated for a moment, changed it to a red one, and solemnly planted it in front of Beacon Hill.

"Red, critically endangered, life and death. Is it so serious?" Fang Ran asked cautiously.

The significance of these red flags and yellow flags is still determined, and the significance of red is so great that it will only mark the enemy who is almost impossible to deal with in the present wasteland.

Ying Ruoyan was obviously entangled for a while, but in the end, she still thought that the Seven Absolute Sons were outside the current Huangchen's ability to fight.

"On the Realm of Yuanmo, cultivation can't break through four steps, you know this, right?" Ying Ruoyan looked at Fang Ran's eyes and asked with great solemnity.

Fang Ran nodded. Of course he knew.

The first three steps of cultivation have good cultivation techniques, and if you are in an oasis, you can barely rely on terrazzo kung fu to pile up. Can be ...... in four steps

First, how can there be cultivation practices among the sinners?

Don't look at the cultivation path, it's just a word difference, but it's a world of difference!

Cultivating the exercises, which can be said to be everywhere, is not a rare thing. But the cultivation method, that is the treasure that truly sheds the mortal shell to achieve the immortal path! This kind of thing, even if it is an ordinary force other than Yuanmo, they can't get it with all their might, let alone the sinners in the wilderness of Yuanmo?

Second, even if there is a chance to splash the sky and get even the most superficial cultivation exercises, the scope and intensity of the spiritual power involved in the cultivation exercises, no matter where they are in the field of abyss, will inevitably set off a spiritual storm.

When the time comes, this massive amount of violent spiritual power will surge, let alone spit, and people will be directly torn apart!

Fang Ran didn't say a word, first drinking the sea and swallowing a wave of spiritual power before starting to cultivate, it was definitely an outlier among the odds.

"Seven Peerless Sons...... There are four steps?" If that's the case, then it's still a fart? A four-step early realm deputy commander of the Heavenly Thunder Gate almost razed the wasteland, and now when a hundred ruins are waiting to be rebuilt, another four steps?

Ying Ruoyan turned her back to everyone, except for Fang Ran, no one could see her expression, so she gave Fang Ran a generous look and replied, "No." When I talk about four steps, I actually want to say that the cultivation of the Seven Absolute Sons is invincible, and the combat power is less than four steps. ”

"So crazy, who sealed it?"

"Kill it out. Four words, Ying Ruoyan said lightly.

But when she said these four words, there was a dead silence in the big tent, and the needles could be heard.

In this environment, Fang Ran felt that the hairs on his back stood up one by one, and a chill leaked from the tail bone, slowly climbing up his spine, making him chill all over.

At this moment, what Fang Ran felt was the shock, fear and sorrow of everyone in the big tent.

The guard who brought back the news of the Seven Peerless Sons was covered in blood and stood in the middle of the big tent. He was badly injured, but he still insisted on standing on his own.

But that's the limit.

Inside the silent tent, only the chatter of his teeth was clearly discernible.

Fang Ran noticed Ying Ruoyan's words.

"Killed", not "frequented".

"The Seven Peerless Sons, the famous and fierce, is the real reputation that comes out of the sea of blood. "The shadow is like smoke, word by word, extremely dignified.

"I didn't ...... That's right......" The bloodied guard, who had a great deal of effort to calm down, straightened his breathing, and said in a trembling voice, "We...... A team of four people, when they explored Beacon Hill, felt that something was wrong, so they went to look separately, and agreed to turn after half an hour...... Half an hour later, when I returned...... I'll go back...... All are dead! All brothers are dead! There is blood everywhere...... There are stumps everywhere...... and Liu's big mouth's head...... Nose and eyes...... There are only holes left...... I'll just run...... Run...... Ahh

Eventually, the guard's mood began to fluctuate violently again, and he gradually became incoherent, holding his head and starting to scream.

Obviously, the last scene he saw was really beyond the limits of what this young man could bear.

Ying Ruoyan's figure was fluttering, turned behind him, cut down with a knife, and temporarily stunned him: "Let's sleep first, let Lian Qingyi make a dose of soothing soup, and give him a drink when he wakes up." He handed the poor young man over to another guard.

Fang Ran's eyes had already brought thunder: "Life and death are impermanent." Killing and being killed are all fates, but such a cruel killing?

Fang Ran's thunderous anger was clearly transmitted to the big tent, and everyone was silent.

"Seven peerless sons, never leave a whole corpse. Ying Ruoyan broke the silence and replied.

"This time, he didn't kill them all, but he also left them alive and put them back to demonstrate?"

Fang Ran's tone at this moment was no longer angry, but with a sinister aura.

This evil aura was like a substance, and in an instant, the breath of everyone in the big tent froze.

"Before the head of the party...... Is there such coercion?" someone asked himself silently in his heart.

In just a few days, Fang Ran was furious, and it had reached the point of being so terrifying.

Feeling that it was not appropriate to vent his emotions in such a big tent, Fang Ran took a few deep breaths and suppressed his anger.

In the big tent, everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

Ying Ruoyan raised her eyes and glanced at Fang Ran deeply, and asked him, "What are you going to do?"

"According to the preparation I said before, I will go to talk to the Tang family, it is best to retreat, if they are obsessed, I will let them have no return. Canglu waits over there, be prepared, it may not be impossible to win. ”

"The Seven Peerless Sons?"

"Let Zhuo Mo prepare. The road to Beacon Mountain is the most difficult to walk, and the Seven Peerless Sons can't walk fast with the team, day and night, and it will take at least a day and a night to get here. I solved the Tang family and came back immediately. ”

The people were commanded to retreat.

Fang Ran glanced at the sand table again, and the Heavenly Machine Roulette Wheel outlined three twists and turns of the path, each path continued to change, and in an instant, dozens of changes appeared.

It is from the three places of Bijia Mountain, the Dead Wood Forest, and the Flood Cliff, under all kinds of consumption, that the way to go to the barren world.

The most conservative and safest will take three to five days for the carriage and horses to arrive, and the most radical and the most unscrupulous will only take three hours at the earliest.

"Fortunately, even if I came to walk on the road of Beacon Hill, it would take seven or eight hours. The Seven Peerless Sons have a frame, and there are only a limited number of roads they can walk, and the estimate of one day and one night is already very radical. The one who tortured and killed my desolation, the guts!"

The figure flashed, and then disappeared into the tent. When it reappeared, it rose and fell, and rushed straight into the wasteland.

Inside the camp, Ying Ruoyan and Zhong Mingtai stood side by side.

"He's really different from what he was before. Zhong Mingtai sighed.

"Yes, who would have thought that the little boy who you didn't bother to look at before would now support the survival of the entire Huangchen by himself. "Ying Ruoyan has a feeling of crowding Zhong Mingtai.

Zhong Mingtai disagreed: "Martial artists only look at strength. ”

Ying Ruoyan exclaimed: "Strength, you mean, even you can't beat him now?"

"Yes, in the big tent just now, the young master was angry, but it really made me feel a coercion. Heh, half a month ago, when he just came back, he had to rely on you to block my punch. This kind of entry is really terrifying. ”

Ying Ruoyan glanced at Zhong Mingtai and said, "After all, it's the Fang family." If you hadn't been trapped in Yuanmo, who knows what kind of cultivation she is now?"

Zhong Mingtai was silent for a long time before he sighed: "Yes, I only hope that his sister and brother can really bring us out of Yuanmo." ”

"Don't think that far. Ying Ruoyan patted Zhong Mingtai on the shoulder, "Let's talk about it after living this time." The Seven Peerless Sons are not fuel-efficient lamps, and if they can't survive this time, they can't tell Yuanmo. ”

......

Outside the dead wood forest, a line of chariots and horses, gurgling, unhurriedly moving forward.

The frame was extremely heavy, and when the wheels pressed over the crushed stones, the crushed stones splashed open and hit the carriage with a dull sound.

With such a heavy frame, there is only a lone tall horse pulling the cart in front of each car.

The tall horse, covered in armor, stepped silently on the ground. The horse's movements are neat and uniform, and there is nothing strange at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, people are surprised to find that the angle of the horse's movements at each step has not changed in the slightest, and all are the same.

Beneath the heavy armor, where the eyes should have been, were empty and pitch black.

Four cars, four horses, all dead and silent, like dead things, looking at it from a distance, makes people's hearts tremble.

Sandwiched between the front and rear frames, it is a delicately carved carriage, in which an old and a young sit opposite each other.

The old man had white hair and wrinkled faces, and looked at the young man across from him with kindness.

The boy was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was concentrating on the table in front of him. The table is filled with tools, and in the middle is a lifelike wooden bird. The abdomen of the wood carving was filled with machine springs, and the boy was filling in the last part with a "click" sound.

"Whew......" the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, this sparrow is already the last difficulty in the "Karakuri Record" handed down by the old master. Little master, you are so young, you can already master it, and you will ...... in the future ...... in the future"

The old man spoke halfway through, his mouth opened, and he could not say anything.

Future...... I thought that a volume of clever records was enough for the little master to study for half a lifetime, but who would have thought that the little master was so talented and intelligent, and at a young age, he would master them all.

Little master, but only fifteen years old!

The old man sighed inwardly, and then stopped making a sound. If it was in the Tang family, the little master would already be the core disciple of the inner hall, but it's a pity......

Sighing, the old man raised his head and looked ahead: "Huangchen...... If you can take the soft gold of the stars, the picture brought out by the old master may be completed with a sense of certainty......"

The young man finally recovered from the state of concentration just now, and smiled sweetly: "Uncle Ou, it must be possible." In the past, we couldn't beat the few people under Fang Qingyu, but now that my mechanism technique has been completed, it's no problem. ”

The old man touched the young man's head dotingly, and was about to say something, when suddenly, the carriage and horse shook, and stopped.

"Who!" the old man stepped out, and when he faced the potential enemy, he completely lost the kindness of Fang Cai, and turned like a god and demon, and roared out, rolling like thunder!

Ahead, a thin young man stood alone in the wilderness, his eyebrows were handsome, his hair was scattered, he smiled at the old man, arched his hand, and introduced himself:

"Huangchen, Fang Ran. ”