After taking the others out and completely walking out of the scope of the ruins, I thought that there would be a lot of fewer people, but now it seems that the number of people has increased instead of decreasing, and I think they all want to get a piece of the pie.

Chu Wuguo inspected the crowd in front of him, he didn't even know how to find Tingjian and Bu Jinghan now, just as Chu Wuguo and the others were communicating, Zheng Tian came back with Gu Shule and Liu Ran, who were covered in blood.

Liu Ran said: "We're fine, it's just a few little bugs, and we don't know what we can do." At this time, Liu Ran didn't have the gentle feeling of the previous senior sister at all, and looked murderously at the few monks from the Western Continent who came out behind him.

Gu Shule also looked coldly at the people behind him who were supporting each other: "We're fine, a group of villains don't have to care, how about Zhao Feng." ”

Chu Wuji: "I can't find Uncle Listening to the Sword Master, they ......"

"Ahh Yan'er, who killed my Yan'er! A sudden shout behind him interrupted Chu Wuyi's words, and when everyone turned around, they saw a middle-aged man holding a monk from the Western Continent, his hair standing upright, and tears were in his eyes.

The eyes of the Taichu Sword Sect and the others sank instantly, and the so-called adding fuel to the fire was nothing more than that.

The monks of the Western Continent gathered around the middle-aged man and didn't know what to say, and the middle-aged monk turned his head and looked at Chu Wuguo viciously at them. Chu Wuguo frowned and stepped forward to meet the middle-aged monk's gaze.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and walked towards everyone quickly, Zheng Tian and Liu Ran Gu Shule drew their swords almost immediately, and the surrounding monks quietly watched the development of things with cold eyes, or they were waiting for these lucky mice to bring out something.

"You bunnies killed my son?" The middle-aged man said unceremoniously.

Chu Wuguo frowned and did not speak.

The middle-aged man stomped his foot heavily, and was so shocked that the loess under his feet broke three cracks, and the huge shock even caused the others behind Chu Wuguo to be almost overturned, Chu Wuguo hurriedly looked back at Zhao Feng, but fortunately, Ah Er unloaded his strength, and Zhao Feng was not affected by twists and turns.

Chu Wuguo pulled out his sword and looked at the middle-aged man and admitted frankly: "We killed people. ”

Middle-aged man: "Boy, I dare to admit that I have a lot of courage, so are you ready to die?" ”

Although the people in the Eastern Continent didn't know what Chu Wuji's plans were, they had no fear on their faces, and looked at the middle-aged monk coldly, ready to fight at any time.

Chu Wuxu said lightly: "We have no choice but to kill that monk, after all, everyone wants to fight in front of the treasure." ”

"Oh? What a treasure! The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, Chu Wuguo sneered in his heart, and secretly looked at the reactions of the "far away" overhaulers around him, and when he saw many people looking at him, he sneered in his heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"It's a fragment of a cheats, I can only understand the fourth order, the method above is very peculiar, just a slight test, the strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but unfortunately the back can't be understood, it seems that the strength is not enough, your son wants to fight, but not my opponent, I was killed."

The middle-aged monk looked at Chu Wuji coldly: "Boy, it's good to dare to be you, give me that secret book, and I'll leave you a whole corpse." ”

Chu Wuguo showed a panicked look on his face, pretending to be afraid, and said in a trembling voice, "Can't you let me go?" ”

"Hmph." The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, "Kill my child and still want to leave alive?" Dream! Hand in the cheats! ”

Chu Wuguo shivered fiercely as if he was afraid when he heard the middle-aged monk's words, and the middle-aged monk looked at Chu Wuguo, who was pretending to be calm on his face, but his eyes were full of panic, and he was even more disdainful in his heart.

Chu Wuji moved to the middle-aged monk's side in small steps, looked left and right, mysteriously took out a skinless book from his arms, stuffed it into the middle-aged monk's hand, and then turned around and jumped away, his eyes "cautiously" tracing around.

The middle-aged monk didn't care about Chu Wuguo's small movements, in his opinion, no matter how Chu Wuguo ran, he couldn't run away from his Five Finger Mountain, opened the book and turned two pages at will, the middle-aged monk's eyes changed, and he put it in his storage space with a solemn face, looking at Chu Wuji meaningfully.

Chu Wuguo looked at the middle-aged monk with an innocent face, and the middle-aged monk uncharacteristically put away his previous arrogance, but his tone was not polite at all: "Okay boy, you can die." ”

Chu Wuguo's eyes sank, and Zheng Tian behind him quietly began to accumulate strength.

"Wait." A neutral male voice resounded in the sky.

Chu Wuji secretly hooked the corners of his mouth, and a strong man with black hair and eyebrows walked out of the crowd behind him.

The middle-aged monk's eyes narrowed: "Why are you his senior?" ”

The strong man didn't reply, his eyes widened, the middle-aged monk snorted coldly, stepped forward, and the two began to collide in momentum, Chu Wuguo glanced at the two of them coldly, turned around and returned to Ah Er's side, Zhao Feng's lips were white, and the elements in the ruins were still very uniform before, but after coming out, the Western Continent was too dry.

The water trick of Bulan Water surrounded Zhao Feng, and there was also a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the water trick dissipated quickly, and it couldn't last long at all.

Chu Wuguo frowned and stood aside, carefully looking at Tingjian's figure.

"Boy." A hoarse voice sounded behind Chu Wuguo, Chu Wuguo immediately turned around, and saw an old man with a broken cloak standing behind him, the old man's beard and hair were all white, but it was not, but gray, his beard was knotted, and he looked sloppy.

Chu Wuguo remained vigilant, looked at the sloppy old man and asked vigilantly, "What's the matter?" ”

The sloppy old man rolled his yellow eyes, tilted his head to look behind him, and said, "I can keep you safe." ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the two people who were still confronting each other just now suddenly took the lead, and the middle-aged man said: "Where did the old man come from, he is not ashamed, you dare to protect the person I want to kill?" ”

Compared with the middle-aged man, the strong man was much more direct, taking big steps, stepping forward in two steps, and swinging his heavy fist directly at the sloppy old man with an angry wind.

There were people around who underestimated softly, the strong man was recognized, and there were intermittent exclamations around him, this strong man turned out to be a famous lone ranger in the Western Continent,

Seeing that the strong man's fist was about to fall on the sloppy old man's body, the old man looked at Chu Wuguo, as if he was waiting for Chu Wuguo to say something, and he didn't care about the heavy punch behind him.

Just when the heavy punch was about to hit the old man, the sloppy old man made a move, and simply raised his hand weakly, and the next second the strong man's whole body flew upside down, fell heavily in the crowd of onlookers, struggled twice, and lost his breath directly.

The people present gasped, this strong man's strength had reached the eighth order, and he was slapped to death by the old man casually.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became ugly, although he was confident that he could beat the strong man, but he couldn't do it with such a light palm.

The old man didn't seem to care about the atmosphere around him at all, and continued to look at Chu Wuguo, who was numb in the scalp when he saw it, and reluctantly: "Please tell me the conditions." ”

Chu Wuguo is not stupid, there is no free lunch in the world, and now I just don't know what the old man has taken a fancy.

The old man rolled his eyes again: "I want to ...... All the books and documents you brought out of the ruins are still ......," the old man raised his hand tremblingly and pointed in the direction of Ah Er, and continued, "I still want that kid." ”

Chu Wuguo took a sideways step and said in a deep voice: "My younger brother is seriously injured, and I ask my seniors to raise their noble hands." ”

The sloppy old man seemed to be in poor health, coughed heavily a few times and continued: "I know, that kid can't survive, and I will take you away a burden." ”

"Zhao Feng is not a burden!" Bu Lanshui glared at the sloppy old man with a pale face, and the eyes of the others were also full of emotion.

"The books you bring out can be given to you, but Zhao Feng can't." Chu Wuguo said directly, his eyes were already glowing with cold light.

The sloppy old man rolled his eyes and looked at the group of young monks in front of him, turned his head to look at the middle-aged monk, and raised his hand: "Bring it." "The voice has no emotion.

The middle-aged man looked at Chu Wuguo coldly, then at the old man, and reluctantly took out the book that Chu Wuguo had just handed over to him and threw it at the old man.

"Ahem." The monks around him were startled by the old man's cough, and saw that the book thrown by the middle-aged monk was about to reach the old man's hand, when suddenly, the space around the book shook slightly, and the scroll disappeared out of thin air.

The scruffy old man's eyes narrowed, and the monks around him widened their eyes and did not understand what was happening.

"Since you dare to take my things away in front of the old man, why don't you dare to come out and show up?" The scruffy old man's voice resounded throughout the ruins door.

"Oh? Your stuff, how can I see that it's that little friend's stuff? An old and familiar voice sounded, which made the people of the Eastern Continent breathe a sigh of relief.

Chu Wuguo let out a long breath in his heart, although his senior uncle had not yet shown up, but he was not alone.

The space in front of Chu Wuguo shook slightly, and the seventh grandfather appeared out of thin air, holding the scroll just now behind his back with one hand behind his back and the other hand, looking at the sloppy old man in front of him casually.

"It's you." The sloppy old man's tone was slightly solemn, "Kill Seven, you actually came." ”

"Kill Seven?"

"Who is Kill Seven?"

"I haven't heard of it...... Did you know? ”

The monks present began to whisper and ask in a low voice who Kill Seven was, and only a small number of monks changed their faces after hearing the name Kill Seven.

"You Li Changsheng can come, why can't I come?" Kill seven faint words.

"Li Changsheng? That sloppy old man turned out to be Li Changsheng. ”

"Shhhhh

"Who is Li Changsheng......

The discussion was still indecisive, but those monks who had ugly faces before turned even more ugly after hearing Li Changsheng's name.

The middle-aged monk looked at the sloppy old man in disbelief and said in a lost voice: "Li Changsheng? That scavenger Li Changsheng from the Western Continent? ”