Walking out of the gate of the black tiger's lair, Fang Zhuo let go of Han Qingchu.

"Why are you stopping me?" Han Qingchu smashed his fist on the big tree on the side of the road, looking at Fang Zhuo viciously.

"You don't have the determination to fight to the death, and besides, we can't beat it!" Fang Zhuo said lightly.

Han Qingchu glanced at Fang Zhuo and wanted to say something, but his momentum suddenly fell into decay, and he said in a low voice: "I'm just ..... alone."

"Why don't we find a place and talk about the story behind it?" Fang Zhuo suggested softly.

Sitting on the sofa at home, Han Qingchu poured two bottles of treasured good wine into his stomach, and then calmed down and told the story in a few words.

The story is not complicated, and even simple and old-fashioned, in a relatively large mission, he encountered a strong enemy halfway, except for Han Qingchu who barely escaped with his strong strength, everyone else has basically been sacrificed. As the convener and captain, Han Qingchu, in addition to the pension, naturally took over the task of raising the children of these families.

She sent the families of those comrades who died in battle to a safer rear, and sent some of the children and her younger brother to a training facility somewhere in Yunqing City for training. This money is not a lot, Han Qingchu not only put in all his savings, but also borrowed a sum from the Black Tiger Gang, and the result is more and more profitable.

This amount of money may be a drop in the bucket for the Gate Lords of the Upper Continent, and even for the Scholar Clan, but in Yunqing City on the front line, a fifth-level hunter was about to fall into a desperate situation.

Originally, according to Han Qingchu's character, once he forced himself to be in a hurry, it was a big deal to kill the leaders of the scum of the Black Tiger Gang, and then hide in the wilderness, unless the Black Tiger Gang did not travel in Chengdu, he would inevitably kill one by one, and two of them would kill a pair!

However, the children in Yunqing City and those family members who lost their partners became a dead knot, and after Han Qingchu looked forward, he lost the determination to fight and die in battle.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to return that gun to you!" Han Qingchu hugged his head and said in a low voice.

Fang Zhuo shook his head, signaling that he didn't need to think about this matter for the time being, but said calmly: "Does the second master know about this?"

Han Qingchu put down the wine glass in his hand, grabbed Fang Zhuo's arm, shook his head and said, "No...... No, I can't trouble the second master anymore in this matter, he has already helped me a lot, and even took out a lot of savings for the elderly! If he knew about this matter, he would definitely have to drain his savings. ”

Fang Zhuo looked at the huntress in front of him, who was panicked and afraid of causing harm to others, and was also trying her best to maintain her last dignity. He reached out and patted Han Qingchu's hand lightly twice, giving the other party a little support and comfort, even if it was useless.

Han Qingchu calmed down, and then spoke: "Actually, the Black Tiger Gang did things in a measured and disciplined way before, but I didn't expect it to be chaotic this time, but this time it was ......."

"No surprise, when the benefits are big enough, they will naturally break through the constraints and boundaries of the rules. Fang Zhuo shook his head, this is the inevitable result.

"Then you still take out that gun! It's for nothing to give to those hungry tigers!" Han Qingchu muttered.

"Not all, didn't he waive your interest and add thirty days?"

"That's a huge loss, I'm afraid the value of that Grim Reaper is far more than that!"

"It's already good to be able to get some of it back, of course, this is also the old spicy of the Black Tiger!" But Fang Zhuo actually saw it very clearly, if it wasn't for that Grim Reaper, even if he could come out today, he would have to have something less or more!

"However, since this is their rule, then one day, I will also be happy to follow their rules and get back what belongs to me!" Fang Zhuo looked into the distance.

At this moment, Han Qingchu seemed to know this big boy who still looked very young for the first time, and there was a firmness that could not be shaken under the calm. At this moment, the big boy who had never shot in the face of the mob was fixed in his impression, but a man who had experienced iron and blood.

"Are we going to prepare for the mission?" I don't know when Fang Zhuo turned his head and looked at Han Qingchu and said.

Han Qingchu was stunned for a moment, then fell silent and began to pack his luggage, and after half a ring, he gave Fang Zhuo a box of Force bombs, and felt the breath, it should have been infused by Han Qingchu himself, so he accepted it.

In the early morning of the next day, according to the previous plan, everyone will go to the meeting point in a different order, which is a small tactic for the hunters to go out in groups, which can greatly avoid the realization of reconnaissance and hide the actual purpose of the mission.

Fang Zhuo and Han Qingchu greeted the morning light and also set off along different city gates!

The blood-colored continent is quiet and glowing with all kinds of strange colors, and the battle that is often said to be earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods back then has forced this original human ancestral land out of the mainland, only partially connected, and most of it is floating in the void of the continental plate.

In the face of this great war that can be called human history, no one will not yearn for it, but a hundred years ago, someone broke the link between the fairy world and the human race.

Fang Zhuo is naturally fascinated by such a big deal, but he doesn't complain about regret like the world.

This time, the distance from Yunqing City to the meeting place was relatively long, and Fang Zhuo needed to run for a day and a night while maintaining no loss of combat strength. But this kind of marching speed is already very common for hunters.

After Fang Zhuo left, there were dozens of figures walking out of the main gate of Yunqing City, leading two figures, one slender and chic, and the other petite and graceful. Dozens of people behind him walked, like one person, exuding a smell of iron blood and toughness, which was completely different from the chaos of the Scarlet Continent.

"Young master, I heard that someone has already taken over this task, will we collide or even disrupt their rhythm?" said the petite figure.

"Can't we take on the task? Besides, there are so many people who are easy to do, what kind of chaos are you afraid of?" waved his hand for the leading figure and said casually.

The petite figure who serves as a personal guard, after getting along for so many days, has long understood the temperament of the other party, and is generally a master with a high chest, but sometimes matters are easy to be unrealistic, but because of his background, he still takes the rules very seriously.

The group of people followed the route that had been listened to a long time ago, and quickly walked away silently like ghosts, looking at the footsteps and speed, this group of people had at least crossed the threshold of the fifth level of cultivation, but they didn't know where this group of elites appeared and the existence of the four major guards was close to it!

Entering the wasteland, Fang Zhuo kept holding Whispering No. 1 in his arms, and started to run to the limit of the rhythm, heading towards the predetermined location.

I encountered a lot of beasts on the way, and I had some ideas at first, but I didn't know that Fang Zhuo was so perverted, as constant and long-lasting as a machine, as if he would never feel tired, and after a while, he could only choose to give up.

Halfway through, Fang Zhuo, who was moving fast, instantly felt a sense of unease, which was the feeling of the purple mandala and the Force in his body.

In the distance, there is an abandoned relic, possibly an old industrial factory or a city, and Fang Zhuo jumps to quickly approach, and then begins to observe the surroundings.

Suddenly, a black figure in the distance suddenly appeared in his field of vision, floating in the distant mid-air, as if he was in a hurry, but when Fang Zhuo looked at it, the other party instantly sensed it and immediately looked over.

At this moment, the purple mandala flower in Fang Zhuo's Force node bloomed instantly, covering all his aura fluctuations in an instant, like a stone that could be seen everywhere.

Fang Zhuo instantly judged the terrifying strength of the other party, and at this moment, it was like a real stone falling to the ground, and on the basis of the purple mandala flower, he used the secret method in the army, and forcibly lowered his heartbeat to a minute, almost suspended animation.

After an instant, a grand consciousness swept by, and at this moment, Fang Zhuo's consciousness seemed to fall into darkness, and the consciousness that swept over like a comet was already powerful enough to erase Fang Zhuo at will.

Fang Zhuo could only sink his consciousness into the Force node that had already ignited the Force, and the consciousness turned over the purple mandala flower, and then sank into the depths of the milky white Force node!

I don't know how long it took, but the feeling of being like a black cloud pressing down on the city finally disappeared, and Fang Zhuo's consciousness recovered from his body.

This aura is as majestic as a mountain, deep as the sea, it is no longer something that can be described by the word "master", among the great powers that Fang Zhuo has seen, only the dean or Li Taibai, who has never really made a move, can have this power.

But Fang Zhuo had just woken up, and before he could react, he encountered a big problem.

The two purple forces that were originally contained in the purple mandala flower instantly rioted, and the dark golden demonic energy seemed to have received a provocation and insult, rushing out of the stamen and letting out a silent roar.

But that aura was gone, so he turned around and rushed into the purple mandala, fighting against the other thick black jade-colored demonic qi.

It stands to reason that the dark jade-colored demonic qi is deeply ingrained in Fang Zhuo's body, and the dark golden demonic qi will not last long, and it will be slender. But in the battle, it was true that the dark golden demonic qi was losing and retreating, and almost three wisps of demonic qi could resist one wisp of golden demonic qi.

And this, it still can't resist the devouring of the dark golden demonic qi on the dark jade-colored demonic qi.

For this sudden situation, Fang Zhuo looked confused, but the two demonic qi fought unhappily, and no one paid attention to Fang Zhuo, the master, Fang Zhuo could only watch the fight continue.

From time to time, a wisp of demonic energy drifted to the white lake beneath Fang Zhuo's body, causing a low sound, which was a fierce struggle between the Force and the demonic energy.

The two demonic qi fought for nearly an hour, and then they stopped, and the dark golden demonic qi naturally won a big victory, and after reporting a meal, they returned to the center of the mandala flower and lurked still. The other black jade-colored demonic qi can only be on the edge, slowly recovering.