The second target of the East China Sea Snow Field, which stopped when it was a day away from East Snow Town. Pao Tianming slipped closer to take a look, and it was basically the same as the first target, thousands of people were holding a picnic party around a golden bodhisattva on the ground.

Pao Tianming just slipped behind the crowd and was about to probe to see what was going on, but he was almost bluffed down by a sentence. "All the lakes are friends, and all the four seas are brothers. In the Lower Demon Sect Murong Youyou..."

As the saying goes, it's good to be a thief. Now Paotian and tomorrow King Laozi also dares to see it, but he can't see Murong Youyou. Fortunately, when he set off again, Tang Tang prepared twelve masks and asked him to carry them on the road, so he hurriedly took a mask and entered his name: Dragon Set E (the one that was flattened at the Wudang Conference). Tang Tang can't help it, this person's reputation is getting worse day by day. If you don't take something to block it, you can't do anything when you go out to grab the treasure except for being beaten by the group.

Pao Tianming knew that under the influence of Murong Youyou, the crowd was about to start a group discussion again. And at this time, those who did not participate in the discussion were particularly glaring. Hurriedly ran two steps to the left, retreated to a small snow bag, and mingled with a few people who seemed to be in the same group.

There are not many people who come to the snow field alone, and there are three people in front of Pao Tianming. The one on the left is wearing a cloak and a hat, all of which are non-system items, and I don't know which countryman's house they came from. This man pressed the edge of the hat very low, and could not see the whole picture. In his hand, he was holding a flying knife that could shoot Xiao Li's flying knife, fiddling with a piece of tree root. ^^Starting? Monarch? Child?? Tang ^^ was so attentive that Pao Tianming sat next to him and did not react.

"Li Xunhuan?" After Pao Tianming sat down, he found that the unique movements of the hat man seemed to be Li Xunhuan's signature habits. Could it be that Lao Li has nothing to do recently to find a second wife and lose fire, but he was bankrupt? Thinking of this, he lifted his hat with his hand, a public face, obviously not. Pao Tianming pulled the hat and got it back to its original position. (It doesn't belong to the system, you can grab it, lift it...) ）

Cannon Tianming did this action in between. The man in the hat didn't raise his head, but the carving paused. His chest continued to rise and fall, apparently trying to suppress the raging anger, and finally after a minute, the hat man decided not to explode and concentrate on continuing his movements.

On Pao Tianming's right hand is a public-faced man in a whiteboard robe who is closing his eyes and recuperating, but Pao Tianming knows at a glance that this girl is the same as himself, wearing a mask, and she is also a villain who is not treated well. The white-robed man felt the bright gaze of the cannon. His eyes opened slightly, rolled his eyes at him, and closed them again.

The second one on the right hand side is a public-faced man wearing a yellow robe and knocking melon seeds, also wearing a mask, seeing Pao Tianming looking at him, he nodded very friendly, and continued to knock melon seeds.

Pao Tianming looked left and right, how can they all be virtuous? The one who hides his head and tail. It must not be a good thing... Of course, I have to exclude myself, I wear a mask so that the eleven people have something to eat, sacrifice one of me, happy eleven people, such a high sentiment of my own. How can you compare them to yourself for less than two minutes? It was normal for Murong Youyou to notice the four people who had been ignored by the masses. So he came over and hugged his fists and said, "Under Murong Youyou, I don't know if the four of you are together?" ”

No one spoke, Pao Tianming didn't dare, there was no way to change the voice, Murong was not afraid to kill him, he was afraid that Murong would go crazy when he saw him, so many people at the scene, how embarrassed. The hat man ignored it. Only carve the roots of the tree yourself. And the white-robed man. The man in the yellow robe was also in the mask, and he didn't answer at the moment. ^^Starting? Monarch? Child?? Hall?^^

Murong Youyou is also an old Jianghu. When I walked over, I saw that three people were wearing masks, and after hesitating for a while, they finally spoke: "A few people may have enemies or other difficulties that are inconvenient to show their true faces, and I don't dare to force them." So, I'm going to ask a question, and you just nod or shake your head. Is the green plum boiled tea in it? "This question must be clarified first, Murong Youyou is indeed afraid of Cannon Tianming. After knowing each other for less than an hour, he was made of chicken feathers and duck blood, empty of people and money, and became an idiot.

The other three shook their heads in unison, and... Pao Tianming, who hurts people's own happiness, never chooses AB, he has always liked to choose C, he pointed to the man in the white robe. Girl, pretend to be a calf with me.

This finger Murong Youyou broke into a cold sweat, took two steps back, and shouted all over his body: "Qingmei boiling tea is here." ”

The white-robed man hurriedly stood up and shook his hand wildly, but as soon as the crowd heard the name of the cannon Tianming, Hulala instantly surrounded him in the middle circle. Pao Tianming took out a 3.5-meter spear and blended into the crowd at the right time, glaring at the white-robed man together.

"You said you weren't, so you took off your mask and let us see. As long as you're not a green plum brewing tea, no matter who you are, we guarantee that it will never be difficult for you? After Murong Youyou looked at a bunch of bosses with inquiring eyes, he asked directly. There is no shortage of these thousands of people who are members of the First Red Dot the day before yesterday, and they have long publicized Pao Tianming as the most despicable, shameless, cunning, inhumane, and profit-minded villain in China's 5,000-year history. Therefore, as soon as this person appears, he must be eliminated first and then quickly, so as to prevent the golden arhat from being unconsciously harmonized by him.

The white-robed man couldn't explain it, so he had to look at the crowd that was about to break out vigilantly, and at this time, a voice suddenly came from behind everyone: "Damn!" Everyone turned around, only to see that the man in the yellow robe didn't know when he approached Jin Luohan, and when everyone was distracted to encircle and suppress Qingmei to make tea, he suddenly grabbed Jin Luohan and galloped away.

"Chase!" I don't know who shouted, and the crowd collectively abandoned the white-robed man and set off. The yellow-robed man had an average speed, crossed a large snow bag, and after temporarily being out of the crowd's field of vision for more than ten seconds, he was quickly surrounded by a large army. But at this time, Tianming was dumbfounded, the yellow-robed man was empty-handed, he didn't have anything, and he was looking at everyone indifferently.

"Over there." A crowd of people pointed sharply into the distance, and sure enough, a vague figure was moving a mile away, and it seemed to be carrying a humanoid thing on his back.

"Chase!" After a sound, everyone gave up on the yellow-robed man and went straight to the figure. The distance of this mile can be caught up in less than three minutes. As soon as the yellow-robed man waited for everyone to walk away, he hurriedly took out a snow shovel to cut open a layer of snow about 20 centimeters thick, and after peeling off a piece of iron sheet, he grabbed the golden arhat buried in it in his hand and fled in the opposite direction of the crowd.

The man in the yellow robe was very proud, although he was only learning the blinding method used by Pao Tianming last time, but he carried forward this blinding method and became a vein of his own. That figure was naturally his accomplice, and when the crowd was discussing Jin Luohan, the accomplice had already dug a deep pit, and as soon as he got Jin Luohan, he immediately gave his accomplice a signal. The accomplice immediately pulled out a wooden statue and began to flee for his life. And when he was snowing heavily and everyone's vision was blocked, he threw Jin Luohan into the pit. Then pull the side ready to cover with snow subway skin. Everything was so simple, he didn't care that the wrath of the crowd burned him to death, because there were still his accomplices among the crowd, and there were also his accomplices nearby. Anyway, there will be accomplices who come up with this golden arhat.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that someone had already followed him. A faint trail behind him followed from the location of the snowpack. After escaping a few kilometers, the yellow-robed man hurriedly found a remote snow valley and began to arrange for his accomplices to take the next step, such as luring away the pursuers, such as ventilating the news.

As soon as the yellow-robed man put away the communicator, a person suddenly jumped out of the snow five meters away. Without saying a word, a Japanese-style Tang knife slashed straight at him from mid-air. Although the man in the yellow robe didn't know what was going on? But its path is very deep, and with a bang, the Tang knife slashed at the golden arhat. Because of the difference in internal strength, the yellow-robed man was taken a few steps back by the force of the shock.

At this moment, the yellow-robed man finally saw the appearance of the attacker clearly, with a white robe covering his forehead and face. If it weren't for the fact that someone was too badly beaten up, this person would have been the Japanese Japanese who was rumored in the forum.

Tianfeng Shishilang's martial arts mission is not something that no one has ever encountered, but they have all given up without exception. Mainly because Shishiro's request is a little weird. There are two weirdness, first of all, the player must be able to speak Japanese, and be fluent in Japanese. In his own words, he didn't want a person who didn't know Japanese to learn his martial arts. The second is that the player must admit that having the Japanese as the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Central Plains is the best way to resolve the endless disputes in the Central Plains martial arts. In his own words, he has been fighting for this noble goal all his life, even at the cost of his own life. As long as these two requirements are met, he can teach you ninjutsu and sword arts. If you can win the championship in the martial arts conference in a month, there will be another reward.

"Dead Woke." The yellow-robed man spat out a few women's voices. If Pao Tianming was around, he would definitely know that the owner of this frustration was the queen of heaven. But in fact, Pao Tian was indeed nearby, lying on his stomach fifteen meters away from the two of them and watching the two of them. He didn't make a sound because he noticed that there was another yellow finch nearby.

The wolf was not surprised to hear the voice of the queen of heaven, and the knife in his hand was about to be cut out. At this moment, a piercing sound of drawing a knife sounded behind him. He turned his head sharply to see that in the shadow of the snowdrift on one side, out of the hat man who had carved wood at the treasure hunting site had just arrived.

If there is a sound of drawing a knife, it means that the knife has a sheath, and if the knife has a sheath, it means that it is a high-end weapon. In fact, it is indeed a high-end weapon. It was a scimitar, the icy surface of the knife still dazzling in the blizzard. It makes people feel weird that they want to see it but don't dare to look at it. So it is with the sword, and so it is with the man. The hat man was still pressing the edge of the hat, looking down at the knife in his hand lightly, looking intently, it seemed that he was very attentive to everything, so attentive that he could integrate his own people and even his own soul into it.