Chapter 47 The Three Mountains of Iron Palm Town

One step away, the end of the world.

Walking into the door of space, Wu Ji only felt that his mind was blank, and in a trance, it seemed that his soul was out of his body, and when he came back to his senses, he had already appeared in the dormitory of the mighty dart bureau.

"Knock knock."

A hurried knock on the door caught Wu Ji's attention.

"Big brother, big brother, are you there?"

Hearing the sound of stones, Wu Ji shook his still dizzy brain, stood up and opened the door.

"Hey, big brother, are you back?"

"Coming back?" Wu Ji was stunned, how did he know that I was not in the room, could it be that Wu Ji had a bad premonition in his heart.

"yes, it's been a day, and no one answered when I knocked on the door." Shi didn't know what Wu Ji was thinking, and said bluntly.

"One day." Wu Ji was a little stunned, it seems that the time of the two worlds is different, he has been in the smile for a year, and only one day has passed here.

That's fine, that's it, so that outsiders don't have to find anything abnormal.

"By the way, do you have anything to do with me?" Wu Ji didn't want to continue the topic, so he hurriedly asked.

"Oh, that's right." Shi was honest in his heart, since Wu Ji didn't want to continue, he didn't ask more, patted his forehead, and then remembered that he was looking for Wu Ji, "The head of the dart is back." ”

Speaking of this, Shi Shi's face couldn't help but show sadness and anger, "Dozens of coffins, lined up for a whole street, damn brute, don't let me know who it is, otherwise I will never let him go." ”

Although before leaving, I heard the stone say that this time the loss was heavy, but I didn't expect that it was so tragic, dozens of coffins, which could afford to be carried back with coffins, at least at the level of the peak of the third rate.

"By the way, big brother, Senior Brother Zheng Feng sent an order from the door, let us all go to Qingshi Square tomorrow to gather." The stone informed Wu Ji of the order in the door.

Wu Ji nodded, and said secretly, it seems that something big will happen tomorrow.

It's just that no matter what, I don't know anything now, and even if I know, I can't use any strength, although with the help of various opportunities and time, compared to the disciples of the same class who are still hovering in the middle of the third rate at most, it can be said that I am advancing by leaps and bounds, but this point of cultivation will not help at all, and there is a problem with self-preservation.

Shaking his head, Wu Ji no longer thinks about these troublesome things, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and although the strength in the door is greatly damaged, as long as the head of the three mountains in Tiezhang Town is still there, there will be beams and pillars, and this house will not fall.

"By the way, how are you cultivating lately, but what do you not understand?" Putting aside the things in the door, Wu Ji looked the stone up and down, he hadn't paid attention to it before, but at the moment, seeing that his breath was unstable, it was obvious that he had made a breakthrough not long ago.

Sure enough, Shi touched his scalp and said with a shy smile, "Thanks to the guidance of my eldest brother, I finally broke through to the third layer yesterday." ”

"Huh." Wu Ji shook his head, "This is all the result of your own efforts, and it has nothing to do with me, it's just that the wind and rain are coming, and while you are diligent in cultivating your internal strength, you must also cultivate your martial arts well." ”

"Yes." Shishi's face was pale, and he also knew that such a big thing had happened, and it was indeed a mountain rain that was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

Wu Ji asked him to go to the courtyard, put his cultivation of martial arts on display, and pointed out some of the joint tricks, which made Shi feel very rewarding.

Although Wu Ji's cultivation is low, his knowledge is extraordinary, and the information on the Internet in his previous life is combined with a year of wandering in Xiaoao, although his experience is not rich, but it is more than enough to point to the stones.

On the second day, early in the morning, Wu Ji, Feng Tiange and others came to Qingshi Square under the leadership of Zheng Feng.

The sky was gray, the clouds were very low, and there was a light rain with a slight chill of cold wind.

Dozens of coffins were spread out in the most conspicuous position, one was silent and the other was silent.

At the very front of the coffin, three people stood. The middle one is burly, with thick eyebrows and square face, and his appearance is heroic, especially a pair of palms that are a few points larger than ordinary people, he is the head of the mighty dart bureau, Tiezhang Town, Sanshan Zhou Tong.

There is a person on the left, he is surprisingly tall, and when he stands there, it is like a half-stacked city wall, with strong limbs, broad round shoulders, and a tall chest, as strong as a steel stake and iron pillar, he is the head of the mighty dart bureau outside the hall, Iron King Kong Mohu.

A person on the right, eight feet long, gentle and elegant, wearing a red scarf, wearing a crane, holding a feather fan, pale, as if he was sick, he is the chief manager of the Mighty Dart Bureau.

They are the three pillars of the mighty dart game, and they all have the skills above the second-rate late stage.

There were four people standing on either side of them, except for a man in Tsing Yi in his thirties who had been promoted from disciple to elder, and the others were all Elder Keqing of the Mighty Dart Bureau, all of whom were second-rate cultivators.

As for the ones standing below, except for disciples like Wu Ji who have not yet reached the strength of the third-rate late stage, they are deacons who have already become teachers.

Scattered more than a hundred people, compared with what was seen in the bluestone square in the past, the heat is in full swing, the sound of humming, the fist wind is whistling, and the grand occasion of the endless collision of swords and soldiers is not the same.

Everyone stood in the square, no one spoke, and a depressing atmosphere and the overcast weather in the sky made people's mood particularly bad.

Wu Ji and they belong to the new initiation disciples, so they naturally stand with the same class.

Wu Ji was arranged by Zheng Feng to stand behind him because of his appearance, and next to him were the captains of the other two pairs, Jiang Feng and Xie Jun.

Wu Ji inadvertently scanned around, and he didn't know if it was because of the prejudice in his heart or what, anyway, when he saw the corners of Jiang Feng's slightly upturned mouth, with a hint of a smile on his side face, he couldn't help but feel a little weird in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you've all learned about the recent events in the door from various sources." At this time, Zhou Tong raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Even if you haven't heard of it, seeing the current scene and the dozens of coffins behind me, I know a little bit about it." ”

"That's right, for some reason, we fell into the enemy's trap, so that the masters in the sect suffered heavy losses, and the people lying behind me are twenty-eight third-rate peaks, five second-rate cultivators, a total of thirty-three talents, not counting the other third-rate middle and late stages."

"This is the loss of the sect, the sorrow of the sect, and it is also my responsibility, my shame, but also the shame of you, in the face of shame, do we want to take revenge." In the end, Zhou Tong's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

Although heavy losses will make morale low, it may also be because of the mourning of the soldiers, and now, after Zhou Tong's transfer, this is undoubtedly the case.

"Revenge, revenge, revenge"

Instead of dying in silence, it broke out in silence, and the oppressive atmosphere was suddenly swept away, and everyone screamed as hard as they could.