Shuijiang City, Shuichang Province, Xuanji Sect Shuichang Society. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Within the high walls of the huge and empty Shuichanghui compound, the bodies of the disciples of the Xuanji Sect had already been cleaned up by the local police, and the on-site investigators had been working inside the high walls for many days.

It was not until today that the evacuation was finally made, and the police car left, but there was still a cordon left to warn others not to enter.

Not far from the high wall, on the opposite street corner, two young men in ordinary clothes and ordinary appearance were smoking cigarettes, and there seemed to be a casual chatter.

One of them, a long-faced young man with tiny eyes and eyes that seemed to be closed, said in a deep voice: "The above has already communicated with the Shuichang Provincial Police Department, and this time seventeen disciples of our sect died, and Elder Qu happened to be here, and unfortunately he was also killed. ”

"At the moment, the police have not made any progress at all, and the Council of Elders has sent us over, so we naturally want to find out something." Another man with a stirring ear said: "If it weren't for the sect master taking the night spirit to Xia Jing, as long as the night spirit came out, he could find out clearly, and maybe he could kill the person who destroyed this branch directly!" ”

The long-faced young man shook his head: "Don't count on that for the time being, the Ming Sect is not as good as the Dark Sect, those elders are selfish, greedy for life and afraid of death, even Qu Changchun is dead this time." If something happened, it wasn't for us brothers to come first! We'd better settle this matter in advance, and as soon as the sect master comes back, we can report back, and we will pay a light hand. ”

The man nodded and said, "Also, near this Shuijiang City, who has the strength to compete with our Shuichang Branch?" ”

The long-faced young man groaned slightly, and said: "There is a Qianhe Town not far from here in the past, which is the hometown of the master of magic, and it is said that it is presided over by a person named Gu Xingzhi, if there is any suspicion, it should be the most suspicious person." ”

"So what are you waiting for?" The man with the right ears pinched the cigarette butt in his hand with one finger, as if he didn't feel pain, "Even if Gu Xingzhi is a celestial, as long as he doesn't build a foundation, he has to lie on his stomach in front of Lao Tzu." ”

When the words fell, he patted the bulging part of his waist, and there was a gun pinned inside!

And the long-faced young man was also different, his two talents were mediocre, and he had no hope for cultivation, but as a disciple of the Xuanji Sect, he was impatient with marksmanship. After condensing the world and being hopeless, the two of them have trained the magic spear to the top, and the two heavenly law martial arts spearmen, with their skillful marksmanship and the power of the hot fire, are the condensation realm, as long as there is no real spiritual weapon to defend themselves, they are not the opponents of the two of them.

A lowest-grade Yellow Rank Martial Spear Warrior can instantly kill a martial artist below the Divine Sect or a Wizard below the Yu level with the firearm in his hand, while a Ground Grade Martial Spear can also compete with a Condensation Realm celestial or even kill the opponent with the ability of a hot weapon.

As for a Heavenly Martial Spear Person, even in the middle stage of Qi Condensation, as long as the opponent does not have special body armor or even spiritual weapons to defend himself, he can kill the opponent at a long distance.

This is the power of the magic spearman, but the premise is to attack from a long distance, not too close, otherwise as long as the gun is out of control, a monk of the Condensation Realm will have thousands of ways to put this magic weapon gunman to death.

The two drove an old-fashioned black Volkswagen sedan, and soon came to the outside of Qianhe Town.

After the car was impassable, he got out of the car one after another, and looked up to see a small river surrounding Qianhe Town, and above the small river was the only small wooden bridge across both banks.

Not far from the town, several young men moved their eyes at this time, and their expressions showed a bit of vigilance.

"Uncle, who are you looking for?" A girl about ten years old with a pigtail on her head asked.

This girl is the girl who asked Jiang Jingyang, but the little boy who was missing that day is missing.

The long-faced man glanced at her, but didn't mean to answer.

At this moment, a voice sounded from the other end of Xiaoqiao, it was one of the Yu-level magicians who was beaten by Jiang Jingyang last time and spat blood.

"Two gentlemen, we don't see guests in Qianhe Town today, Teacher Gu is out, you can come back another day."

The mana of the sorcerer is much stronger than that of a martial artist who specializes in martial arts and a martial arts spearman who specializes in marksmanship.

The man with the ear of the wind stared at him, and said to the long-faced man: "Kang Bo, this person is a master of magic, and his grade is not low, at least above the level of the universe." ”

The long-faced man Compopi said with a smile: "In that case, let's do it first, anyway, there are elders behind us who will carry it for us." ”

As soon as the words came out, with a flick of his right hand, a black pistol of the Ban Viper produced in Tsarist Russia slipped out of the wide cuff and fell right into his palm, and without looking, a bullet was thrown out horizontally.

Heaven and earth are wrapped in one breath, and on the surface of this layer of bullets wrapped in heaven and earth, there is actually a faint blue glow, and I don't know what additional energy blessings there are.

With a pop, just before the Yu-level magician had time to take a step back, his hands were sealed, and he didn't even release the spell, the bullet pierced through the back of the magician's palm, bringing up a blood mist.

Turning a corner, one ear of the other person behind the space-level magician was cut off, and another turnaround, and the third person's shoulder was pierced by this bullet again.

A bullet turned three times in the middle of the bullet!

After the Yu-level magician was taken aback, he couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and he couldn't help but retreat while holding his hands that were already dripping blood, and the two people behind him had already fallen to the ground and snorted in pain.

The ten-year-old girl's face turned pale with fright, her whole body trembled, her crotch was wet, and she was already incontinent.

"Gu Xingzhi is not here, we will see it ourselves, and it is not your turn to say." The man with the right ears also took out a handful of black class vipers and smiled hideously.

Raising the gun in his hand, he took a sip: "Xuanji Sect is something that you and other ordinary people can provoke, the affairs of the Shui Chang Society, even if it is not Gu Xing's actions, he can't escape from it." It's okay that Gu Xingzhi is here, but if he is not there, he is empty-hearted. ”

The words fell, and he shot at the Yu-level magician whose hands were bleeding and his finger bones were broken.

This time, he didn't think about showing mercy......

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Nanqian City, Nanzhou Province, No. 32, Yangguan Road.

The sky was overcast, as if it was a sign of another rainy day.

The humid air is swirling, and if pedestrians on the road breathe heavily, a mist will form between their noses after a while, and when it accumulates too much, it will flow down like a runny nose.

Jiang Jingyang stood on the balcony protruding outwards as usual, looked up at the gloomy sky, and then looked back to see that the short-headed senior brother Qin Wei was still playing with the computer, chatting with the plump and round Wang Jiao.

Look at the tea house downstairs, the bright bald head under the light, and the old Grandma Zhao opposite the bald head.

The bald old man Yaozhong still meets with Grandma Zhao in the tea house every day, drinking afternoon tea and eating refreshments, looking happy.

After a while, Grandma Zhao stretched out her wrinkled hand and slowly groped on the tea table, and Yao Zhong didn't stop her, just looked at her with a smile.

His wrinkled hand finally touched a plate, picked up a piece of tea from the plate, raised his hand, and stretched it out in the direction of Yaozhong.

"The relationship between the two has improved." Seeing this scene, Jiang Jingyang couldn't help laughing.

At this time, Yao Zhong poked his head over, adjusted the position of his mouth and the refreshment, took a bite, and then swallowed it in a few bites.

A peaceful smile appeared on Grandma Zhao's ravine-like face, which warmed people's hearts.

Jiang Jingyang stared at the two of them in a daze, his heart was warm, for a moment, he even had an illusion that the spiritual power of the dantian in his body had risen sharply, and he could already draw a high-grade yellow talisman casually.

At this moment, in the opposite teahouse, Yaozhong's bald head was slightly on one side, and his eyes were cast to the downstairs where Jiang Jingyang was.

At the same moment, Qin Wei in the room also looked away from the computer screen and looked at the staircase, his expression revealing a trace of strangeness.

Jiang Jingyang dispersed his spiritual sense, smiled slightly, turned around, and looked at the few people who came up from the staircase.

"Master Jiang, you made me look so hard!"