More than a dozen martial artists led by He Ting lined up and stood at the door of the courtyard.

Compared with other warriors who fought separately and had a chaotic organization, the temperament of these martial artists was completely different, standing upright like a soldier, and the martial robes on their bodies were also the same silver, just seeing them from a distance made people feel the atmosphere condensed.

He Ting, who was in the center, said to Cheng Liang with an expressionless face: "The divine envoy of the Heavenly God Sect, please also give up your senseless resistance, the imperial court has never eliminated the believers of the Heavenly God Sect, and the belief of the people has never been controlled, and it will definitely protect the integrity of the divine envoy." ”

As he spoke, his voice suddenly became stern.

"But if you insist on resisting, then you will be a killer to your companions!"

He Ting's sharp warning made the martial artists of the Ninth Gate also feel imposed, these people have no courage to fight hard, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, and the ability to see the wind and rudder is a must.

"With He Wuzong here, there is no hurry. ”

"Where is Hewuzong going, isn't this group of people still winged and unable to fly?"

"Hehe, then there will be a good chance to fish in troubled waters!"

But the more Cheng Liang reached the tense and exciting link, the less panicked he was.

In the face of the other party's warning, Cheng Liang clasped his hands on his chest and put on a deferential expression, and after He Ting finished speaking, he said in a slightly mocking tone: "

"Are you sure that the imperial court can only keep my life safe?"

He Ting didn't understand what Cheng Liang meant for a while, and replied in a deep voice: "What else does the divine envoy want?"

Cheng Liang stretched out his hand and broke it one by one

"Isn't there still something to enjoy, endless glory and wealth, endless delicacies from the mountains and seas, endless jade porcelain carvings, and then a few graceful maids?"

He Ting's eyes froze, faintly angry.

"If the gods make you really want these rewards, I believe the court will ...... too"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Liang suddenly clapped his hands, as if he remembered something important.

"Shouldn't the imperial court set up a position like a pope, and give me a position? I don't need to have too much power, just like your emperor Lao Tzu. ”

'Master, I think you're happy, you really want this, and by the way, be a pope, right?'

'Hehe, to be honest, I think it's pretty good. ’

The warriors around were dumbfounded, is this envoy stupid? All the requests are raised, why don't you let the emperor give you the throne directly.

He Ting also heard it, this oracle was playing tricks on him.

But for some reason, the anger on his face disappeared.

"It seems that there is no need to talk about it, and I hope that the adults will do it themselves. ”

After that, He Ting waved his hand.

When the martial artists got the order, they immediately approached in unison, obviously knowing each other, and after cooperating for a long time, a compelling momentum also rushed towards Cheng Liang and the others in an instant.

If you want to talk about the amount of combat power, if it is purely mathematics, then Cheng Liang is undoubtedly a complete defeat here.

Even if you count Yuan Lu Zhi and Sansan, the number of martial artists is less than half of that on the other side.

And even if Suzaku has the strength of the Martial Sect after transformation, he may not be able to defeat He Ting.

This is not counting the dozens of warriors on the side.

It was as if their plan was on the verge of death from the beginning, and they couldn't even step through the gate of this courtyard.

But Cheng Liang is naturally not this kind of brainless person, and if he dares to do it, he must not only dare to be responsible, but also have some certainty.

He was not afraid of these enemies who were gradually approaching, and continued with a smile: "Senior He is so capable, it is a pity to stay in the ninth gate of the longevity service here, your Excellency will be more leisurely later, but don't accidentally burp the fart, we will not have anything in the future." ”

Wait?

"Bang!"

Before anyone else could react, a muffled sound suddenly sounded.

All the martial artists who pressed forward turned their heads suddenly, because the direction in which the voice sounded turned out to be behind them, that is, the direction where He Ting was!

Immediately, they saw an old man with no white hair left on his head, hunched back, wearing a loose military robe, and a long knife at his waist, who fell from the sky and fell behind them at some point.

If it weren't for the knife at her waist, Sheila's ordinary old man would be like an inconspicuous janitor.

He Ting had already retreated, and he had grasped his sword tightly in his hand.

It's just that in He Ting's solemn eyes, the sword body is still trembling slightly.

Uncle Liao looked at He Ting and shook his head.

"You can't beat me, if you don't want to die, call your little brothers over to help. ”

Then he turned his head slightly and shouted behind him, "Why don't you keep walking?"

Cheng Liang immediately smiled when he saw the comer, "Thank you for your help." ”

Then he turned around and said to the stunned warriors around him: "This Liao senior, Wuzong cultivation, it is said that it is not far from Wuzun, I know that all the heroes present are heroes, capable people, this is an opportunity to learn from Wuzong, but the opportunity will not come again, everyone has to seize it." ”

The martial artists were suddenly shocked, the Martial Sect not far from the Martial Sect, could it be the legendary half-step Martial Zun? That is much more powerful than the He Martial Sect, okay?

Cheng Liang's words suddenly made these warriors who had just ignited the courage to fish in troubled waters lose their fighting spirit, hesitate one by one, and be discouraged.

As a result, a strange scene appeared.

Although there were many people in the ninth gate, there were few who dared to go up and fight hard, and He Ting and several martial artists were all dragged by Uncle Liao alone.

Although the old-timers looked light and breezy, the knife on his waist was not pulled out.

In addition, the remaining martial artists, Suzaku and others were enough to deal with it.

Not only did the group successfully step out of the gate of the courtyard, but they were even able to slowly approach the depths of the valley without beating or leaving.

This is the ninth gate of this mixed fish, the biggest drawback, when encountering a close match, no one really needs to fight for their lives to stop the enemy.

Cheng Liang, who was protected in the middle, didn't feel nervous at all, looking at the aggrieved looks of these martial artists who betrayed the race, he was in a good mood.

"This old man, is your fist too soft? ”

The old brother who was complained about was stunned for a moment, and then was blown away by Yuan Lu Zhi's punch.

"This old iron, shouldn't your hair be straightened, it's almost up to your knees. ”

Then the man was climbed up by Sansan with his hair down, and a paw beckoned to the door of his head.

"This lady was born very beautiful...... You said that you were still distracted and flattering at me, and you were dying. ”

Suzaku flew by suddenly, grabbed the eldest lady with one claw, and threw it out.

Cheng Liang's grinning expression made the warriors even more afraid.

This divine envoy is so dashing, there must be a backhand, and you can't act rashly