Twilight was approaching, and a group of people hanging on the cliff wall finally climbed Tianzhu Mountain when the sun set, but when they climbed the cliff, the fierce fighting suddenly stopped. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The leading reef and shoal were stunned, where was there a shadow of eating a person on the top of the mountain, and some were just smiling members of the Bull Heads Club, looking at it, it was black, gloomy and made people feel cold all over the body.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"No...... I don't know ......."

"Don't look at me, I'm stupid."

"We ...... Have we fallen for it? ”

The murderous group of people was in a hurry, and the previous thoughts of wanton looting had long been thrown out of the clouds, they knew the current affairs very well, and the Bull Head Society was by no means comparable to their rabble. The rabble is not a good word, but when they see the neat queue of bulls, they can't help but think of this word.

"Enough!" The reef shoal suddenly shouted loudly.

Then, when the crowd gradually quieted down, he stared at Fang Fan and said, "What did you do?"

The smile on the corner of Fang Fan's mouth deepened a little, and he patted a rickety old man next to him and asked, "How is it?"

The old man smiled and said, "No problem."

The reef and shoal frowned and looked at the old man whose hair was almost bald, but the old man suddenly let out a rough voice that did not resemble his size.

"Sons, kill with me!"

Everyone was stunned, this voice was unfamiliar to them, but they had just heard it at the foot of the mountain, and it was the voice of the first to eat someone.

"This ......"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and they all saw the doubts in each other's eyes, and suddenly, the old man's voice sounded again. It's just that it's no longer the sound of eating a person, but the sound of violent weapon impacts, the sound of swords cutting through flesh, and the whistling sound of true qi colliding, and the sound of blood flowing.

A vivid and fierce battle was staged in the mouth of the old man, if he were not here, he would never have imagined that a mouth could deduce a tragic battle.

"The times are different, and the skills passed down by the ancestors are almost lost, do you want to learn them?

I teach you. The old man smiled kindly.

The reef and the dangerous beach looked at the old man whose teeth were almost gone, and suddenly, he sighed and said, "Since you are an old man, why do you want to run to the young people to mix."

The old man said sadly: "The way of the world has changed, no one is willing to learn a thankless craft, no one is willing to pass it on, and I always have to find a successor for this craft."

"And ......" The old man's tone suddenly became stern, and he scolded: "Who said that Lao Tzu is old?"

As he spoke, a repeating crossbow suddenly appeared in the old man's hand, and several crossbow arrows shot at the chest of the reef and shoal.

No one could have imagined that such a trembling old man would be so violent, and suddenly, six sharp crossbow arrows pierced the chest of the reef and shoal, knocking it out.

When the reef shoal flew out, the crowd immediately stepped aside, and when it landed, it was already a dead cry.

Everyone looked at the pool of blood slowly oozing from under the corpse of the reef and the dangerous shoal, and then raised their heads to look at the old man who was carrying the repeating crossbow on his shoulder, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

The old man didn't look at everyone, but turned to the bull head and said, "Young men, look at how important it is to learn ventriloquism."

"The old man is mighty!"

The old man heyed and said, "Then do you want to learn?"

No one talked.

The old man's orange-peeled face suddenly fell, and he lamented repeatedly: "The children can't be taught, and the children can't be taught."

The old man staggered back to the station, he was already old, the old arms and legs could not withstand such a fierce battle, for him, his work was done, and the rest depended on the young man's performance.

"Where did you find such a ......?" the little arson expert wanted to say "Living Treasure", but he felt that it was really inappropriate.

Chen Pi Cinnamon said with a smile: "I found it myself, if I have to say that I am looking for someone to inherit the craft, I will accept him, I didn't expect it to be useful."

"Of course." The old man had already walked to the mountain gate, although he was old, but his hearing was still sensitive, and he immediately turned his head and said, "The older you get, the better you know now, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Chen Pi Cinnamon smiled bitterly and agreed, and continued: "Thanks to your old idea, otherwise you really wouldn't be able to deceive this group of people."

The old man scolded: "I know it's my idea, hurry up and find me an inheritor, don't chatter, Lao Tzu doesn't have much time to live."

Tangerine peel cinnamon could only continue to smile bitterly and responded: "Yes, yes, I work hard, I work hard."

"Enough!!" The gangs that have been left out in the cold have finally come out of a person who can speak, and the biggest power of these gangs is to eat people first, and there are dead reefs and shoals. Without these two people, the leader of the small gang that blindly conforms to the crowd has to stand up and do something of his own opinion.

"You can't help but ignore us!"

Fang Fan and tangerine peel and cinnamon glanced at each other, nodded at the same time, and didn't even have the mood to talk to the visitor, so he shouted loudly: "Release the white mist!"

A group of people were stunned for a moment, only to see hundreds of iron eggs thrown at them, and the weapon was subconsciously sharpened, but what it touched was a mist, and in an instant, tens of thousands of cow hair flying needles swallowed everyone.

The crowd immediately fell into a piece like wheat harvesting, and the players standing behind had no time to make a move, and even if they did, they couldn't resist the life-devouring sea of needles, and everyone fled in all directions.

But everywhere is a sharp flying needle, there is no way to dodge, there is no way to hide, some people have run to the edge of the cliff, but the back has already been full of dense needles, only the fate of falling to the ground and dying.

It's just a few breaths of time, and no one can stand on the ground anymore, more than a thousand corpses are lying in wait, and the blood is flowing like a river, which is slowly flowing along the cliff wall, staining the entire Tianzhu Mountain red.

Fang Fan waved his hand and said, "Together with the previous team, throw down Tianzhu Mountain."

"Yes." The neatly lined up immediately separated, and behind them was a pile of corpses in a miserable state.

One man carried two corpses, and without the effort of a single cigarette, the top of the mountain was emptied. And the leaping horse at the foot of the mountain on the river bridge, couldn't help but let out a sneer, and said: "Fortunately, there are so many stupid people in the world, we can have a chance to live for a long time."

The young man asked, "Then ...... of us?"

"It's time to go." Yuema Heqiao smiled coldly and said, "I wanted to defeat them first, but I didn't expect to defeat our army, you see these people under my command."

The young man looked over and saw that most of the disciples of Mingyue Tower had closed their eyes, and they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.