So he did not sit on the position of the ninth general of this city pass, but his status in this city pass was still respected, and when he was dying, he took off a military armor, but he did not leave, but found a courtyard on the side of this city pass to retreat and practice, in order to be able to step into the next realm in his lifetime.

There are not a few people like him in this city. With such an atmosphere of the Demon Pass, fighting between life and death has long been commonplace, and in this field, even some martial artists who are not very talented may step into the realm of grandmasters by chance.

Although such people can be regarded as rare, there are so many martial arts cultivators in the Demon Control Pass, and every year the army is drawn from all sides to supplement it, when the base is too large, such a rarity is no longer rare.

Such a person is actually a kind of background, and I can't see how it is on weekdays, but when this city is in a crisis, those old immortals who are rarely known on weekdays come out of their retreat, and the strength gathered together is enough to be invincible.

However, just as the old man was holding a cigarette gun and spitting out the clouds, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the barracks, and the old man with a goatee did not look back, and knew who it was, after all, it was a friendship for decades.

"The changes in these barracks are basically cleared, what did you find when you came to me?"

The old man's voice echoed, and the dozens of soldiers surrounding him were silent, and after a while, outside the barracks, another old voice came in.

"Hmph, old thing, there are indeed some discoveries, but ...... If what these old boys say is true, then they ...... You don't deserve to die......"

The old man who was addicted to smoke turned around when he heard this, and looked at the other old man who was walking slowly from the crack in the barracks wall, and his eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc.

"Have you found the root of this calamity?"

"Hehe......"

The old man who walked slowly from outside was much younger than the old man in the barracks, but he was already gray-haired, and his breath was surging, although he was a little weaker than him, he still had the level of a grandmaster.

"Yes, I found it, it turned out to be a group of stinky rats hiding in the pickled place, and a bunch of ants that can be pinched to death at any time can actually make my Demon Pass suffer heavy losses......"

The old man sighed and laughed directly, but although he was smiling on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, and a pair of old eyes were only piercing cold.

"It's them?"

The old smoker's pupils seemed to dilate for a moment, and although they returned to normal in an instant, they still couldn't hide the shocked look in his state of mind.

"Do they really have the guts? No, where did they get all these skills?"

"Indeed!"

The old grandmaster seemed to smile slightly, and said: "In the city pass, all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have escaped, and there are abnormal movements in several dungeons, or some prisoners have escaped, or the jailers have escaped, which can be regarded as very lively." ”

The old smoker who had previously performed the "Mighty Vajra Technique" did not have any superfluous expression, and even waved his hand to blow away the dust in front of him, and sat down directly cross-legged in this piece of rubble, holding the cigarette gun in his hand is a burst of smoke.

The slightly younger grandmaster didn't care when he saw this, they were all decades of old friends, and he knew this smoker quite well, so he naturally understood what he meant by letting himself talk in detail, so he just shook his head helplessly.

"I wanted my little cubs to get rid of all these troublemakers, which can be regarded as an example, but I didn't want to make a mistake, and the old man took it personally, so he took a few who almost escaped!"

"Don't underestimate them, the old man doesn't even know that these old thieves in the dungeon have unknowingly reached the realm of the Great Martial Artist, and even the old man almost failed to hold them!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the expression on the old smoker's face finally fluctuated slightly, he put down the cigarette gun in his hand slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, implying a bit of sarcasm: "Unknowingly, I have become a great martial artist, and that is really a genius! But for so many years, have the patrols of several major military camps been decorations?

"That's right, as a person in the military armor, he can't even see the cultivation of those old thieves clearly, and he should indeed be punished heavily!"

The old man said, but his tone suddenly changed: "It's a pity that those who neglect their duties can't be severely punished......

The old smoker was slightly stunned when he heard this, but as if he remembered something, he turned his head to look at the demonized corpse that had long since lost its life in the pile of rubble, and he seemed to gradually understand something, and the knuckles of his fingers rattled.

Seeing this, the old grandmaster no longer sold the guanzi, but walked up to the old man who was addicted to smoke and sat down, and then said: "Those old thieves do have some skills, even the old man had to use some extraordinary means to knock their mouths open!"

Although he only mentioned the "extraordinary measures" in the mouth of the old grandmaster, he did not hide the evil spirit contained in his words at all, and it was obvious that the fate of those jailers who made trouble was not very optimistic.

"The culprit was asked, it was the person in the cell on the west side, and it was strange to say that the city was affected by this change, and the other five dungeons all reacted more or less. Those who couldn't hold back wanted to escape directly, and those who were deeper in the city deliberately released some prisoners to see the old reaction. But only the cell on the west side was safe and secure from beginning to end, without the slightest change, and I was afraid of ......."

Before the old man's words were finished, the old smoker sitting cross-legged in front of him directly patted his buttocks and stood up, and asked with the pungent smell of smoke all over his body: "It seems that the army went out of the city a few days ago and took away a lot of capable people, who is in charge of the city now?"

The old grandmaster suddenly heard him ask such a question, and he didn't seem to react for a while, but he muttered a little, and still replied with a little uncertainty: "It seems to be the most amiable general among the nine generals, right?"

"Oh, is that him?"

The old smoker laughed directly when he heard this, and he didn't know if he had smoked fiercely just now, or because of other reasons, he coughed slightly, "Heqi? Hehe, hey, interesting!"

The old smoker shook his head with a smile, as if the previous feeling of depression had been swept away, and he was still in the mood to sigh: "Since the throne left him in the city gate, it is obvious that he has expected it a long time ago, so the old man can also feel at ease!"

"It's just a little crumb, I'm afraid I'm going to have to suffer!"

The chill in the old man's words had not been concealed at all, and the murderous aura in his eyes had obviously already sentenced the few people who had made the rebellion to death.