"Why are you so angry, didn't you say that you were secretly attacking?

"Haha, to deal with this kind of goods, do you still need a sneak attack?"

The contemptuous laughter, and the casual dismissal of their voices, made the members of the Flame Mercenary Regiment feel like they were facing a great enemy.

"Who?!Get me out!"

"Oh no, it turns out that there is an ambush in this courtyard!"

In the midst of the noise, Chang Yu stood up from the bushes, waved his hand and said, "Don't hide, go straight on!"

"Okay——!"

With a shout, ten people rushed out in an instant, surrounding the eight-member group of the Flame Mercenary Group.

The people of the Agni Mercenary Group were startled at first, and when they found out what level of cultivation the people surrounding them were, they couldn't help but laugh out loud one by one.

"The cowhide is so big, I thought it was such a powerful character, but it turned out to be just a group of fucking rabble!"

"Hahaha, there are more than a dozen people, and there are only two who have reached the prefecture level, and they still want to do it with us. It's just too much to overpower!"

The only man at the peak of the prefecture level in the Agni Mercenary Group waved his hand, and his eyes were full of fierce light, "Brothers, give it to me, kill this group of waste, that Jun Muyan is not in our bag! I heard that slut is a big beauty, whoever kills the most people tonight, then the girl will reward you, and you can play casually for a night." ”

"The boss is mighty!"

The people of the Agni Mercenary Regiment laughed and took the lead, completely ignoring the people of the Ink Camp.

The corners of Chang Yu's mouth hooked up a cold smile, and he said loudly: "Brothers of the ink camp, let this group of fools know that we are powerful!"

"Kill ——!!"

The waning moon is like a hook, and the night is cool, but the small courtyard is filled with a chilling killing intent.

And the screams and howls that would sound from time to time.

It's been a long time.

It was a full half hour before the battle settled.

Seven of the eight members of the Flame Mercenary Regiment lay on the ground, either groaning in pain, unconscious, or in a different place.

The only prefecture-level peak that could still stand, his face was shocked, and he couldn't believe what had just happened.

On the other hand, there are more than a dozen people in the ink camp.

Except for a few injuries with a particularly low level of cultivation, there were almost no casualties.

Chang Yu still had a head in his hand, and looked coldly at the remaining remnants.

"You, who the hell are you?"

Why is it that a group of Xuan-level ancient martial artists can make the elites of the Flame Mercenary Group have no power to fight back.

Not to mention, he, Zhao Shan, is still the pinnacle of the prefecture level, and he is the third in command of the Agni Mercenary Group.

However, they were beaten by this group of rabble, and they were powerless to fight back?

How is this possible?!

The people of the ink camp smiled hideously one by one.

Someone even licked the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and said excitedly: "Damn, I've been training every day for the past few days, and I've been tossed like a dog, and today I can finally vent on this group of eight grandsons!"

"Lao Tzu really still likes the feeling of killing and abusing the opponent the most!"

"But I have to say, Miss Jun is really amazing, but in just half a month of training, our Mo Camp can actually kill a group of prefecture-level peaks. ”

Chang Yu threw away his head and wiped his face with his bloody hand.

The face that was already covered with scars instantly became even more terrifying.

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