In the small fishing village, Erdanzi ran back to the village, he remembered Zhang Ping's words, and tried his best to persuade the people in the village to escape. But what will happen to this bright and stable little fishing village? Who will listen to him, he will only treat him as a fool, even his father will not believe him, and complain about the lack of dry food at home.

And in the middle of the mountain, Shui Miao did not dare to slack off, and released all the power of nature, this is his killing move, and it is also a life-fighting move, and he has pinned all his hopes on this move. All the hard work he had worked on for days, the moves he had honed in pain and failure, had finally come in handy at this existential juncture.

"Soul Shaking - the turtle in the urn. ”

A shock, a turtle in an urn.

I saw that his right index finger and middle finger were cocked, his little thumb and ring finger were together, his thumb was pressed down, his right hand was placed in front of his chest, his hand was replaced by his foot, and his left hand was slapped on Cao Long's defensive barrier. Cao Long was furious, seeing everything this madman had done, he was about to transform his defense technique into an attack technique, but he felt that under this beat, the entire defense technique began to shake, and the surrounding soil was even more squeezed towards him.

But what's worse is that this trick was originally evolved from the "Secret Art of the Protoss", and it has different degrees of trauma to the soul, even if it is the first shock, it is like killing a chicken with a knife for a wizard of Cao Long's level, and after a while, Cao Long's mouth and nose have overflowed with blood, and a force erodes his bones, muscles, blood and soul, and he begged for mercy loudly: "Let me go, let me go." ”

Zhang Ping's eyes widened, a look of pain and despair flashed in his eyes, and he muttered: "Soul Shaking Technique, Soul Shaking Technique, three thousand years, another three thousand years." ”

Stopped, Shui Miao walked down from him, and said calmly: "Reading in our senior brother, I let you go today, you swear, in this life, you are not allowed to set foot in a small fishing village." ”

Cao Long was pardoned, and before he had time to wipe the blood off his mouth and nose, he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy: "I won't, I won't." He was aggrieved and scared in his heart, and he couldn't imagine how Shui Miao could suddenly become so powerful.

"Get out. Shui Miao said sharply.

"Yes, yes, I'm out, I'm out. Cao Long ran down the mountain with a roll, and Shui Miao stood majestically with his hands in his hands, looking very stylish.

Zhang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, finally smiled, covered the wound and was just about to get up, Shui Miao's majestic posture immediately collapsed, fell to the ground and convulsed, his eyes rolled and his mouth foamed. Zhang Ping's brows furrowed, and he said: "Such a powerful witchcraft does not have enough foundation to be used rashly, it is to hollow out the power of nature in his body. Oh, this kid has some talent. ”

Saying that, he actually stood up like no one else, Shui Miao was already in a state of shock, if he saw Zhang Ping's indifferent appearance at this time, he would probably be shocked. Zhang Ping walked up to Shui Miao, clicked on his back a few times, and sent a majestic force of nature into it, and it took about five minutes before Shui Miao stopped convulsing and fell asleep peacefully.

At night, ten miles away from the small fishing village, Cao Long stumbled forward, and came over with confidence, but went back with a disgraced face. If he goes back, it's a dead end if he doesn't get the "Secret Art of the Zombie Clan", but if he doesn't go back, where else can he go?

Ahead, there was a neat pace, very light, but due to the large number of people, such a close distance could still be heard clearly, Cao Long panicked in his heart, the army, only the army would have such neat and well-trained steps and breathing sounds. There is only one situation in which such an army can appear in Huaicheng.

Cao Xiaozhi is here.

Cao Long didn't dare to dodge, but stood upright, the people in front did not light the torches, but followed the moonlight, led by four people, carrying a sedan chair, and when Cao Long was ten steps away, a bright knife was placed on Cao Long's neck. Cao Long didn't dare to move, swallowed his saliva, and stared straight at the sedan chair.

The knife was placed on Cao Long's neck, and one of them shouted, "Who is coming?"

"I'm—"

As soon as Cao Long wanted to speak, Cao Xiao in the sedan chair said directly: "It's Long'er." ”

"Yes, Father. Cao Long was holding back his anger in his heart, how could Cao Xiaozhi not know that the person who came was his son, as early as within a mile of the army's advance, even if a few mosquitoes flew by, they would be told by sniffing, Cao Long was still a mile away from the team, Cao Xiaozhi already knew that Cao Long was coming, and he was seriously injured and disgraced. actually asked someone to put the knife on his neck as soon as he came up, otherwise if he really didn't know, someone in front of him bumped into him, where was there a knife holder neck like this, and he would be killed directly, and who would he ask?

"Failed?" Cao Xiaozhi asked knowingly, and Cao Long could only pretend to be stupid: "Please ask your father to forgive me, the child really didn't expect it-"

"Come here, my son. Cao Xiao opened the curtain and beckoned Cao Long to come over, Cao Long walked over tremblingly and got into the sedan chair. To Cao Long's surprise, Cao Xiaozhi didn't mean to blame, but touched Cao Long's face lovingly, "My son, you have suffered." ”

The centaurs began to move forward again, and Cao Long said nervously: "Father, it's the child's incompetence, Zhang Ping has been seriously injured by me, but I didn't expect that Jin Shuimiao, he is so powerful, Zhang Ping still has such a hand, hiding his strength." ”

Cao Xiaozhi actually listened to Cao Long's defense patiently, and laughed: "My son, my stupid son, if I were you, I wouldn't make excuses for myself after I failed." There are only two kinds of success and failure, no one will pay attention to how you are successful, because you have succeeded, and when you are successful, you just need to make up a high-sounding reason, because anyone will believe it. When you are a soldier, no one will be interested in hearing how you have failed, even if there is really a thousand helplessness, all kinds of twists and turns, no one will be interested in knowing, because you have failed. Explanation is an excuse for the weak. When you fail, it's best to keep your mouth shut, the man who talks a lot is the most annoying. ”

Cao Long saw Cao Xiaozhi's face full of anger in a blink of an eye, waste, of course it is waste, failure is waste, Cao Xiaozhi can go from a reckless young man who doesn't understand anything and can only shout and kill to become the master of the entire Huaicheng today, why, because of his success. If he succeeds, no one will ask him how many people he has killed, what means he used, and how many tricks he has played.

Because he succeeded, he was a success.

Only the victors are qualified to tell their deeds - brilliant deeds.

Cao Xiaozhi was obviously pleased, and he continued: "I have brought the top subordinates of the entire Huaicheng City over, and you can appreciate it my silly son, how I turned this place into a human purgatory." ”

In purgatory on earth, today, Cao Xiaozhi is going to raze the entire village to the ground.

What he wanted to get, he couldn't wait any longer, even if the enemy took advantage of the situation at this time and seized his Huaicheng, he would not hesitate to do so.

Therefore, Cao Xiaozhi just asked: "Is that kind of thing really in the hands of that person?"

Cao Long said: "Yes." ”

Cao Xiaozhi nodded with satisfaction, not only satisfied with the answer to this question, but also satisfied with the consciousness of this only remaining son.