Zhang Guangpu couldn't help but feel creepy, his eyes contracted, and he slowly retreated.

I saw that Miao Xiaoliu had entered the arrow of the detached string, wrapped in a ghost phantom, and went straight to the right window of the car, the ground cracked along the way, and the evil ghost suddenly collapsed, turning into a gust of yin wind and the head of the evil ghost, and the radius was pitch black, and the drizzle was messy and splashing.

The scene was terrifying.

He was an extremely rare half-step Great Master Realm ghost martial artist.

The guards of the Jiang family around the car noticed it for the first time, divided twenty people, and manipulated the dense "natal elite soldiers" to meet and kill.

At this moment, the man who was originally sitting at the noodle stall eating beef suddenly rose from the ground, like an idle cloud and a wild crane, and disappeared into the eyes of the naked eye, and then flashed to the top of the car, with dazzling military intent around him, and slapped his palm at the car.

The palm wind is like a steel blade, rolling up a ten-zhang phantom.

He is also a half-step master master, cultivating the martial arts of the void and the martial arts of soldiers.

The remaining more than ten guards of the Jiang family bounced up at the same time and jumped into the air, and the "natal elite soldiers" roared and slashed.

This happened too suddenly.

Not only was the crowd startled, but Lingyi, who had originally prayed for the son's forgiveness for his mother, who had suffered an unjustified disaster, was also stunned.

"Here we go!"

In the attic on the left, Feng Shuning drank a cup of tea.

"Here we go!"

In the private room on the right, Ji Li's legs that were placed on the two singers were retracted, obviously "boring", but at this time he was a little more interested.

The two attackers were very domineering, and although a group of Jiang guards reacted in time, they were still half a beat slower.

"Boom-"

The car was torn apart in an instant, and the horses were injured and fell to the ground.

However, a group of Jiang family guards fell back to the ground and surrounded the surroundings, but they were not very worried.

The Miao Xiaoliu and the vicissitudes of life also fell back to the ground, their momentum was a little sluggish, and their faces were even more dazed.

The crowd of onlookers in all directions, including the attics on the left and right, was silent for a while.

I saw that there was no half a figure in the carriage, and there was a yellow-haired earth dog squatting on the shelf at the base of the carriage, with a pinch of red fur on its head, covering the sky, ugly and terrifying, and its body even had a layer of indescribable barbs.

The dog has barbs, but it is rare, the key is that it is unscathed at this moment, and it is still squatting for a long time, but it bared its teeth at Miao Xiaoliu and the others, with a face of "I'm angry".

For a moment, even the air seemed to be cold.

This is a great irony!

Two half-step great grandmaster masters assassinated a dog?

In the crowd in the distance, Xin Zhuo, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui and Bai Jian Xian opened their mouths at the same time, scratching the corners of their mouths, this very strange Fulong Mountain's unique posture would only appear on everyone's faces when they were pitting people.

"The eight masters are still Meng, they all have barbs, what did the big boss eat for it?" Han Jiulang's face was full of envy.

Xin Zhuo didn't pay attention to it, just pinched the pointed ears of the bear paw: "Take it!"

"Whoa!"

The bear's paw's delicate and upright body suddenly tightened a little, and his figure flashed, and when he reached three zhang away, a cyan demonic aura rose to the sky, and he also entered the half-step Great Grandmaster realm.

This is the result of Xin Zhuo's deliberate cultivation and the nourishment of countless heavenly and earthly treasures in Fuzhong, not to mention, the advanced martial arts in Fuzhong basically let her learn a rough idea, although only a small part of it is currently integrated, but the strength is already not bad at the original cicada clothes, and even in his hands can take a move and a half.

"Yingzi array!"

With the scolding of the bear's paw, the thirty-three subordinates under Xin Zhuo who had been cultivated for some time and promoted to guard immediately formed a mysterious formation and surrounded Miao Xiaoliu and the others.

Xin Zhuo felt bored, too pediatric, took Cui Ying'er and a few people around the crowd, and walked forward boredly, Xiao Huang came over from nowhere, and followed with a look of invitation.

The thieves of Fulong Mountain are immune to ambushes.

It's just out of the crowd, Xin Zhuo suddenly felt something, and took down the twenty-stone bow that Huang Dagui was carrying, this is the bow he has practiced recently, once he tries some things, he is easy to be addicted, and he wants to take them with him wherever he goes, so he casually pulled out two red arrows, the bow was like a full moon, and one arrow was double-shot, and it was shot out, and in the whistling sound, he went straight to the two attics.

Although I stopped watching it later, I continued to move forward.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two piercing bangs rang out at the same time, and the two buildings had already collapsed in half.

The power of one arrow is eye-catching!

"It's a temper tantrum!"

Feng Sihu's family sat upright and did not move, still tasting a sip of tea.

In the elegant room opposite, Ji Cunxiao easily pulled up a singer who fell down in a panic, and turned around and said, "This guy is too brutal!"

Ji Li's lone-eyed boy shrank slightly, but said on his lips: "It's boring!"

"Is your boredom just boring?"

……

The Thirteen Cities Terracotta Division, which is equivalent to the local government yamen, is mainly responsible for arresting thieves, leveling thieves, suppressing blacks, fighting fires, dredging sewers, and so on.

The Thirteen Cities Terracotta Division, naturally, each of the Thirteen Cities has a division, but Xin Zhuo's two "friends" are in the Xicheng Terracotta Division.

handed over the name post, and the chief officials quickly ran out in a panic, and hurriedly explained: "The lower officials don't know that those two people are the sons of the world, because of petty theft, they were arrested as bandits, and they are still being detained, no hindrance, the prince can rest assured!"

Turning around and yelling, "Release people!" Let go! ”

A little, two ragged figures, slowly walked out, seemed not to be very comfortable with the light, squinted slightly, and saw Xin Zhuo for a while, hurriedly walked a few steps, and when they got closer, their expressions were slightly nervous:

"Brother Xin!"

"Master!"

"You ...... Who is it? ”

Xin Zhuo was surprised, although these two people were like Murong Yi and Yan Qizong in their accents, looks, and body movements, one was thin like a monkey, the other was fat like a ball, fatter than the original Li Fuzi, and they were completely unfamiliar, which was not even something that Yi Rong could do.

Yan Xuanzong cried out with a "whoosh", puffed down and knelt down, hugging Xin Zhuo's thigh: "It was from that grave that ran out, Great Yan Warrior......"

After a lot of uproar, Cui Ying'er's faces changed.

A month and a half after Xin Zhuo left, the "Demon Sect" became more and more ferocious, and finally attracted the attention of Shaolin, Wudang, Lingjian and other sects, and began to encircle and suppress.

These people are also cunning, learning Xin Zhuo's idea, fighting guerrillas everywhere, arresting people and drugging, collecting younger brothers, plus the martial arts realm has inexplicably broken through, and their strength has increased greatly, and the effect is really good at first, which makes the factions anxious.

But in the end, it was not enough to see in front of the hundreds of years of great factions, and they were soon surrounded, Di Huaijie, Gu Old Man, Bai Mu, Yan Zong and other dozens of people desperately escaped, and then gritted their teeth and went to dig the ancestral graves of each faction to relieve their hatred.

Digging ancestral graves, I have done experiments in the three Duanyang Lou families, and I am also familiar with the road, but later after digging up a grave that does not even have a tombstone, a person suddenly jumped out of it, and his breath was very strange, and he couldn't see the realm, but he roared with joy: "Come on?" Come on? ”

The accent was also very strange, seeing that everyone's expressions were wrong, he looked up at the sky again, and then his face was gloomy, and he yelled: "My Dayan Li Guangling is also bitter!" Death! ”

Eleven people were killed with one palm, and it seemed that they had killed enough for a long time, and the remaining group of captives found a mountain col and gave everyone a knife to plastic surgery, and they didn't know what they were thinking, they were just joking, not only the people of the Demon Sect, but also the martial artists wandering around, including Murong Yi and Li Wumian.

The two escaped by chance, their hearts were crossed, and they ran to the capital to join Xin Zhuo, there was no silver all the way, and they stole a little food, how could they expect that the capital was so easy to steal?

Xin Zhuo felt a little inexplicable, someone ran out of the grave, and Zhen Wusi was afraid that he would send a master to arrest him soon, so he asked casually, "What are your plans?"

Murong Yi sighed: "I want to travel to the countries of the Western Regions, and I also ask the prince to give him a subsidy of passage and silver!"

Yan Qizong was silent for a moment: "I want to join the army, this is my lifelong dream!"

Xin Zhuo waved his hand, and Cui Ying'er handed over five hundred taels of silver tickets and Jiang's road guide.