Chapter One Hundred and Seven: Bu Qianhuai is angry, and blood flows like a river (6)
Glancing at everyone, Bu Qianhuai felt that a lot of eyes were locked on him, and he even felt a few acquired momentum nearby, but these eyes were filled with some fear and envy, those innate masters saw Ben Xijun make a move, and they would definitely not dare to make a big move, and they could also push the boat down the river and create some killings, so as to strengthen the assumption of the background behind it.
"Besides, that mission hasn't been completed yet, there are still two hours before the mission limit, and Ben Raider's deterrence is enough, but mine, it seems that there is still a little bit of fire. No, the mission is completed only if you kill enough enemies in one day to make a name for yourself. There are still two hours left in the day, but divide them into two, kill enough enemies, and make a name for yourself. Of course, it would be nice for these storytellers to be able to promote for free, but it has been too long............
smiled slightly, and looked directly at the somewhat frightened storyteller: "That storyteller, ask you something." ”
The storyteller was stunned, and then lowered his eyebrows: "Ah, Shaoxia, but it doesn't hurt to say it, I know everything, and I have no end to it." "Although I don't know what Bu Qianhuai asked, but people who have innate support behind them should not provoke.
"Which of those forces that intercepted me are closest to here?"
A word woke everyone up, and they all shuddered, what is this step Qianhuai going to do, to destroy the door? But there is no problem, a top is behind him, and he can walk sideways in the middle of the waves.
Mr. Storyteller is also sluggish, after all, he knows the meaning of this sentence, but he also understands that if he doesn't say it now, he will die immediately, and if he says it, he may be able to escape. After thinking about it, under the innate anger, where do those sect families still have time to trouble themselves, at most they are not in Lelang Dao, anyway, they have earned a lot of silver taels over the years, which is enough to enjoy the second half of their lives.
No longer suspicious, but said directly: "Hui Shaoxia, the closest to here is the Nanlai Sword Sect of Linchuan Dao, the First Sword Gate, the Three Kings Family, the Four Huihe Claw Sect, and the Linchuan Xiaogu. ”
"How's the strength?"
"Except for the Taishang Sect Master of the Southern Sword Sect who is an innate enlightened Dao, the strongest people in the other sects should be in the Heavenly Palace Realm. ”
Bu Qianhuai nodded and walked directly towards the city gate.
And after Bu Qianhuai left, the whole restaurant directly blew up and discussed, and no one noticed that this storyteller also took the opportunity to run away.
Wang Deshun, the city guard, stood on top of the city tower today, looked at the corpses outside the city, and said to the soldiers next to him: "Has the letter been delivered?"
"My lord, it has been quickly whipped into the hands of the embroidered clothes. ”
"Okay, this matter is not trivial, be sure to ......" Wang Deshun said halfway, his eyes widened, and he looked down from the city tower, and a purple figure looked unusually obvious: "Bu Qianhuai?"
And Bu Qianhuai looked up and saw the officer and soldier, walked to the city gate, and directly swam the dragon step lightly, and the wind was as happy as the wind, straight up to the city wall.
But the officers and soldiers brought it with them, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dared to intercept them. Just kidding, yesterday they could see clearly how terrifying the black peacock-like man was.
When I walked into Bu Qianhuai, I found that this officer was a city guard.
"I want the carriage, the coachman, and the map of Linchuan Road, and mark the forces of the Nanlai Sword Sect, the Yidaomen, the Three Kings Family, the Four Huihe Claw Sect, and the Linchuan Xiaogu. Bu Qianhuai was not afraid that he would not agree, but these people could see it clearly yesterday.
And Wang Deshun nodded directly and agreed: "Yes, yes, I will order people to go down and prepare, and the young man will rest for a while." ”
But after half a pillar of incense, someone led the carriage, and Wang Deshun also took the guard's map, opened it, looked at it, nodded, and respectfully handed it to Bu Qianhuai.
After taking the map, Bu Qianhuai directly turned over and fell to the ground, and then said loudly upwards: "My master said that those corpses outside are not allowed to be buried, and they are allowed to be eaten by birds and beasts of prey." Then, he directly instructed the coachman to go to the nearest place. Master Bu Qianhuai's two words are very heavy, for fear that others will not know the general, since there is a ready-made one, of course, you have to borrow the momentum of Ben Raid Jun.
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At this moment, the Three Kings family seems to be a little depressed. In the hall, there are three seats on the top, but at this moment, there are only two people sitting, and seven or eight middle-aged acquired martial artists are sitting upright.
"Father, third uncle, second uncle is also a matter of no way, according to reliable sources, Bu Qianhuai has a top innate martial artist behind this son, and even the Murmur Zen master of the Innate Ming God Realm of the Bitter Annihilation Zen Realm has been killed, it is really terrifying. ”
At this moment, Bu Qianhuai had already gotten out of the carriage and shouted, "Three Wang's family!
Bu Qianhuai knows very well that he has the blessing of the evil dragon arm, and he is not afraid of any acquired martial artist, and the rewards of the current task are really rich, and everyone is afraid of themselves, but they are afraid of the Ben Raid Jun behind him, if he is also a revenge lord, plus the deterrence of the Ben Raider, then this task is basically fine. If you think about it carefully, this task should be to make yourself aware of the ruthlessness of this river and lake, and let yourself adapt to the ruthlessness of this river and lake.
He shook his head and watched as the disciples who came out of the door one by one were holding swords and swords, competing against each other.
And everyone in the hall also sighed lightly, and the eyes of the two people on the high seat were a little solemn, and then they got up directly and walked outside.
looked at the surrounding disciples contemptuously, although some people may be innocent, but the rivers and lakes are like this, what one person does, the whole family bears: "Hey, don't come out?
The cold wind, combined with the strength of a body of Xuan Binggang, suddenly made everyone feel like they were carrying the wax moon, and it was piercing.
The right hand crossed the waist, the maple leaf turned into a single edge, and a pair of cold eyes stared at everyone.
Suddenly, the cold wind, cold eyes, and cold sword depicted a cold picture.
In the blink of an eye, Bu Qianhuai swam a little bit, his figure changed instantly, and a single front carried cold true qi, slashing through a person's throat, and suddenly the throat wound condensed into ice. The sword is bloodless, and it is also ruthless.