Chapter 142: Monk of Drifting Cloud Valley

Luo Bingzhang spent a day in restlessness, and it was not until the sunset that the shadow of a team appeared on the horizon.

"Report to the lord, Guangji, and some people from Yanghe have arrived. The spies came to the camp and reported to Luo Bingzhang.

"Damn, why are you here? Luo Bingzhang scolded first.

At the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was a little calmer, not as uneasy as before.

After most of the hour, the sentry came to report, and the town of Guangji County asked Ye Wentian to see him.

"Yes, please. Luo Bingzhang sat on the handsome chair, did not raise his head, and said lightly. The person who came was not Dongfang Bai, Hongyi, Sunshine City and other county lords, so he was not so enthusiastic.

After a while, Ye Wentian calmly walked into the temporary tent with more than a dozen entourages.

"Lord Luo, Ye Wentian came to report. Ye Wentian clasped his fists and saluted, and at the same time peeked at Luo Bingzhang.

Luo Bingzhang looks like he is fifty years old, but his actual age is more than one hundred and eighty years old.

He is very well maintained, his skin is white and tender, and he has a bit of a scholarly temperament, but the two beards at the corners of his mouth add a touch of trickery and meanness.

Luo Bingzhang put down his stilts, sat up slightly straight, pointed to an empty seat next to him, and said, "General Ye, it's hard work, please take a seat." ”

Ye Wentian glanced at Qin Haoran beside him, and saw that he had been slightly closing his eyes, so he walked to the side of the seat with a big grin and sat down.

"Why haven't the other county armies arrived yet?" Ye Wentian asked knowingly, still pretending to be in a hurry.

When Luo Bingzhang heard this, his face immediately became gloomy, and he said coldly: "I don't know what the hell is doing, but I don't see a ghost until now." ”

Ye Wentian couldn't stop laughing in his heart, but he showed a sad face, if they could come, unless the flesh and blood were reorganized.

Suddenly, Luo Bingzhang frowned, which immediately aroused the vigilance of Qin Haoran behind Ye Wentian, and he secretly used his divine soul to transmit the message to Ye Wentian and several people around him.

"Come on, serve tea to General Ye. Luo Bingzhang shouted loudly outside the door.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of "dong dong" footsteps, and a tall and mighty soldier walked to Ip Man's table with a tea tray.

There was a steaming tea pot on the tea tray and several white teacups.

The mighty soldier placed the teacup on the coffee table, then picked up the teapot and poured tea into the teacup without hurry.

Qin Haoran stared at the mighty soldiers, feeling that something was abnormal, but he couldn't say why.

"It's hard work to pour a glass for those brothers. Luo Bingzhang said kindly, like a kind old man at this moment.

The mighty soldier didn't speak, but just placed the teacups in the tea tray neatly on the coffee table in front of Ye Wentian.

Then, pick up the teapot and pour hot tea into the teacup. After the teacups were all filled, he carefully served the hot tea to the soldiers behind Ye Wentian.

Qin Haoran looked at the mighty soldier with a smile on his face, stretched out his hands, and prepared to take the teacup in the hand of the big man.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the palm of the soldier's hand, and the soldier's palm was nothing special, generous and delicate.

"This big brother soldier, I don't know which peak of the Drifting Cloud Valley comes from?" Qin Haoran asked in a low voice; If there is no mistake, it should be Baicao Peak. ”

The mighty soldier was suddenly stunned and looked at Qin Haoran suspiciously.

"How do you know?" the soldier whispered.

"Because, in the palm of your hand, there is no cocoon generated by a soldier holding a weapon, and there is a faint smell of grass. Qin Haoran said with a smile.

"Also, you're too delicate when you pour your tea to match your appearance, and besides, you don't have the killing aura that is unique to a soldier. ”

"Smart, but smart people don't live long, especially a rookie like you. The mighty soldier smiled, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Qin Haoran's life.

Qin Haoran had already taken precautions, and hurriedly flashed to the side and dodged.

And the two entourages around him had already drawn out their waist knives, brushed the ground twice, one left and one right, and slashed at the right hand of the mighty soldier.

The mighty soldier was startled, quickly retracted his right hand, and hurriedly jumped back, dodging the waist knife that cut over.

"The magic weapon of the Drifting Cloud Valley is good. The mighty soldier smiled bitterly, he knew that he had encountered hard stubble today.

The two attendants didn't succeed in a single blow, and Qin Haoran knew that they were not the soldier's opponents, so he glanced at the other attendant next to him.

The entourage immediately drew his waist knife and rushed towards the mighty soldiers, and the three of them surrounded the mighty soldiers in a three-talent formation, and the sword light floated around him.

Luo Bingzhang sneered beside him, sitting there watching the excitement.

"Lord Luo, this tea, Lang is expensive. Ye Wentian poured tea on Luo Bingzhang and shook his head and said.

Luo Bingzhang hurriedly stood up and flashed to the side, and the tea splashed on the tiger skin of the handsome chair, and the tiger skin immediately bubbled.

"You. Luo Bingzhang stared at Ye Wentian viciously and roared angrily; Wait and see. ”

At this time, the soldier was a little weak, and he seemed to be unable to support it, although he changed his life to the peak of cultivation, but he usually just got some flowers and plants.

And Qin Haoran's entourage, although they have just broken through, they have experienced the test of life and death many times, especially the Sancai Formation, which is the Chinese civilization that Qin Haoran brought from his previous life.

The more the mighty soldier fought, the more his physical strength became more and more exhausted, and the sweat had already soaked his clothes, because he was wearing iron armor, the sweat could only flow down his side, and finally overflowed from the beast boots, and the ground showed a messy wet print.

In a hurry, the soldier secretly glanced at Luo Bingzhang and issued a distress look.

But Luo Bingzhang was still arguing with Ye Wentian, and he didn't care about him at all, and the soldiers had no choice but to fight hard.

At this time, he could curse his ancestor ten thousand times, and when he was in the Drifting Cloud Valley, the old ancestor confessed and asked him to go to the world to deal with a few miscellaneous birds.

"Ancestor, what kind of bird is this, this is a fierce bird that wants to kill people. ”

The mighty soldier was crying, his bowels were full of remorse, and if he had known this, he should have found a few weapons in his hand, as if he were now bare-handed.

Fighting with the magic weapon with empty fists, he had a chance to win, and as soon as he dodged a knife in the face, there was a chill in his back, and he just flashed out of the encirclement of the two.

Suddenly, with a "clang", the knife slashed into the iron armor of the thigh, flashing with dazzling white light, and the soldier fell to the ground as soon as his body stumbled.

Luo Bingzhang was startled, and when he was stunned, a cold light slashed at the neck of the fallen soldier.

Luo Bingzhang stretched out his hand and waved it to the sky, shouting loudly: "Stay under the knife." "Luo Bingzhang's ** is only an extraordinary peak cultivation, which has the ability to prevent the fatal blow of the life-changing monk.

Hearing only a "click", the heads and bodies of the mighty soldiers were separated, red blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the entire Chinese military tent.

"Presumptuous. Luo Bingzhang was furious, he kicked at the handsome seat, and with a "horn", the handsome seat turned into sawdust and scattered all over the ground.

"Be careful. Qin Haoran shouted.

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