"Finally something interesting. ”

The corners of Zhang Muyang's mouth hooked up a chuckle, and with a slight wave of his palm, several monks who were close to him all exploded and died, and the blood mist dispersed in the air, falling to the ground like lotus flowers. Just when Zhang Muyang was about to walk towards the black shadow summoned by the Dongying ninja. Outside the valley, a pair of centaurs galloped in.

The leader is the old monk Fangzheng, he got the United States, Dongying and other countries, united a group of forces, to deal with Zhang Muyang here, then led people to rush over, although he knew that Zhang Muyang's cultivation was extremely high, and the means were endless and extremely powerful, but the monk Fangzheng was still a little worried, after all, the other party's power can be called the world's small monk gathering.

"Master Founder, look. ”

When the group came to the entrance of the valley, they saw the periphery of the major forces surrounding the place.

"This road is not passable, please take a detour. Although there will be bursts of screams in the valley from time to time, the monks guarding the periphery still stick to the intersection as if they had not heard of it, although they also wanted to participate in the siege of Zhang Muyang, but they were ridiculed for being too low, and they could only guard the gate here, which made them people resentful in their hearts, but they didn't know that it was because of their weakness and being looked down upon that they escaped a life and death disaster.

When they saw Monk Fangzheng and others, they immediately jumped out to block it, although they felt that the action inside was already ten or nine stable, but in order to prevent accidents, they did their duty, and after seeing Monk Fangzheng and his party, they directly appeared to block it.

The monk Fangzheng who was blocked in the way had a gloomy face, and he said, "Who are you?"

The person in the way glanced at the monk Fangzheng, seemed to recognize his identity, and smiled contemptuously: "This has nothing to do with you, I was just ordered to tell you that traffic is prohibited here, if you don't want to cause trouble, hurry up and take a detour, otherwise...... Hum. ”

The last snort was full of threat and contempt, as if as long as Monk Fang Zheng stayed here for a second longer, they might all make a move. And in order to show a warning to the monk Fangzheng, these people also revealed the logo of the forces to which they belonged. Just like the five-clawed golden dragon of the special ninth game, the major forces have their own unique symbols. The eagle of the rice country. The English lion sword, etc., have their own markings.

Their expressions instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of the special nine bureaus, no matter how they are also the elite of the special nine games, not all the deflated three can spread wild on their heads, plus there is still the pressure of the monk Fangzheng, so they looked at these roadblockers with unkind faces.

I don't know if they are too confident in their own strength, or if they think that Monk Fangzheng is a monk who is easy to bully, and when the special ninth bureau and others are not good-looking, they still stop in front with that look of death.

"Amitabha, which of you will translate and ask them if they really can't give way?" Monk Fangzheng said anxiously, although he knew some English, but in a hurry, he didn't bother to listen to it, and directly ordered his subordinates to ask.

It's a pity that the other party seems to have become arrogant, and his eyes are higher than anyone else's, plus they have been ordered before that people from Huaxia are not allowed to make trouble, so the negotiators sent by Monk Fangzheng were scolded back without saying a word.

"As I said, you can't go through here. ”

"Why, this isn't your chassis. ”

"Huaxia people, I told you no reason, we said you can't pass, just can't, I said one last time, if you yellow-skinned monkeys don't leave, don't blame me for being polite, it is said that you have taken a lot of benefits in the ruins this time. "The roadblock is a typical European, looking at his logo, it should be the British Academy of Magic, but in this case, their identity is not necessarily true, and behind this magician, there are several Asian faces, look at their appearance as dead, you don't need to look at them, they all know that they are Dongying dogs.

Before Monk Fangzheng came to participate in the ruins again, he had done his homework, after all, he was not as bold as Zhang Muyang, he had unlimited death skills, if he wanted to improve his chances of survival, he had to sit until he knew himself and his opponent, the masters of the major forces, as long as there was a special nine games in Huaxia, he had understood. But there are no such people on those lists.

According to his observations, these people were obviously miscellaneous fish, and they were anxious, and after seeing that they were obviously delaying time, the Fangzheng monk who was worried about Zhang Muyang's safety didn't talk much nonsense, and did it directly.

"A Thousand Hands Like a Chapter!"

With the Dao Dao palm shadow blasted out, the few little ghosts who blocked the way were all knocked out, falling to the ground and convulsing non-stop, obviously this old monk was still merciful when he made a move, but it only saved their lives, as for cultivation, it has been slapped away by the old monk.

For the old monk's shot, not only a few monks who blocked the way didn't expect it, but also the newcomers of the special ninth game who came with him, they didn't expect that the old monk Fangzheng has always been a moderate, except when he encounters Dongying people and opponents who behave very badly, he will directly shoot so hard.

"Look at what you see, let's go. ”

After killing these roadblockers in seconds, Monk Fangzheng directly led people to break into the valley. Regarding this situation, although the newcomers of the Special Ninth Bureau did not ask much, endless curiosity arose in their hearts, what kind of situation is this, it can make Master Fangzheng so anxious and tyrannical, who is the person they want to save this time.

Several special nine game sprouts looked at each other, secretly suspicious in their hearts, but did not guess what the result was. On the way to the valley, they encountered a lot of obstacles, but among these people, there were no masters, most of the monks were slapped to death, and the rest was a matter of adding another slap.

A few minutes later, they reached the vicinity of the valley, and standing on top of a protruding rock, the monk Fang Zheng happened to see Zhang Muyang torture and kill several monks.

A few breaths seem to be at least in the late stage of Qi practice, and even there are monks who build a foundation, after rushing to Zhang Muyang's side, he just waved his slap lightly, and those people are all dead, and even the bones are gone, this strong sense of stimulation makes these sprouts a little at a loss, although they have experienced life and death, and have seen the outlaw fight, but this kind of killing like slaughtering ants, they have seen it for the first time.

The one who had just opened his mouth to take the goods asked in a daze, "Master Fangzheng, are you asking us to come to the aid of this monster?"

Monk Fangzheng didn't say anything, nor did he nod, just looked straight into the valley, at this time Zhang Muyang seemed to feel their breath, turned around, nodded lightly towards Monk Fangzheng, and then continued to kill.

When Zhang Muyang turned his head, the sprouts of the Special Ninth Bureau were shocked again, the kind of five internal organs, three souls and six spirits that vibrated together.

"How could it be him. ”

"Isn't that our second-generation team leader?"

"Damn, I'm not dazzled. ”

"Who the hell is he......

These budding newcomers in the special ninth game can't believe their eyes at all, the one who was sprayed by them before was useless, just a brainless guy, and now he is so bullish.

(End of chapter)