Sakurako's eyes lit up, and she suddenly felt a sense of joy that she had found an opportunity.

Without hesitation, not even the slightest hesitation, Sakurako rushed directly to the right side of the man in gray.

Although the speed was not as fast as the other party, it still achieved its goal in the stipulated time.

Then the gray man's signature turned around and reappeared, but this time it didn't hit the target, not even a figure.

As soon as the gray-clothed man's pupils shrank, he instinctively felt dangerous, very dangerous.

But after the move was launched, he no longer had the ability to twist, and all his strength was concentrated on the turn and pick.

The cold and sharp sword qi stabbed from his back after he turned around, and with a pop, the sword qi penetrated into the flesh for three points.

It's a pretty nice sound, at least to Sakurako's ears.

It worked!

Miss Ben actually stabbed this old thing.

Sakurako is happy, or rather, this is the joy that every weak person can generate.

Because he stabbed someone who cultivated higher than himself.

This is an easy, but also an achievement, and the exit is still glamorous.

"Ahh

But such a confident sword move, such a subtle trap, was actually seen through and broken.

The gray-clothed man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and holding the steel sword in his hand was like holding a talisman.

"It's time for the poor monk to make a move!"

He didn't care about the back, he left the back to the great monk, which was equivalent to leaving it to the enemy.

This is also the tactic that Funeral Night has commanded before, and he chooses to believe it without suspicion like Sakurako.

In addition to the great monk who came out to practice the Demon Suppression Robe, he also cultivated the Mighty Vajra Palm, but the heat was insufficient, but it was not so easy to use.

But the great monk tried his best to shoot out, but it was just for show, not to the point of moving forward bravely.

Almost as soon as the palm wind touched the back of the gray-clothed man, the great monk took a few steps back, which he had reminded him of before the funeral night.

It turned out that Funeral Night's eyesight was okay, but he didn't look away, because when the palm wind touched the back of the gray man, it was actually when he turned around and killed.

However, this move was empty, and the great monk had already withdrawn from his attack range, and then rushed forward again.

This time, there was no false move, but a real attack, and all of them hit the back of the man in gray with a few palms!

This was the first time the great monk had succeeded, and like Sakurako, he was very excited!

And Sakurako, who was confronting head-on, immediately took a diagonal walk, this position was facing the armpit of the man in gray, and then strode forward, the long sword pointed directly at the shoulder and neck of the man in gray, and the distance was infinitely close.

The man in gray frowned, and hurriedly retracted his recruitment, and he reluctantly interrupted the fan attack that was ready to attack.

The two times before and after are done in the electric light and flint, it doesn't look like anything, isn't it just one advance and one retreat?

But there were ripples in Sakurako's heart, and they were so intense that she even began to worship Funeral Night, even more so than Takeo.

Even if the funeral night is despicable, even if the funeral night is shameless, even if he has a long beard, even if he is a lame man.

Sakurako still worships, because from tactics to formations, from formations to eyesight, from eyesight to luck.

Funeral nights seem to be working miracles, miracles that seem impossible to accomplish but are realized.

Or, he had learned the swordsmanship of the Iron Sword Gate! Familiarize himself with these tricks! Otherwise, how could he be just right to handle and restrain himself?

Anyway, Sakurako still doesn't quite believe that Funeral Night has this ability, because the organization is antagonistic, because the clan is different.

Even if it's a fact, Sakurako doesn't want to admit it, because it's to grow the morale of others and destroy her own prestige.

In morale, you still expect to be able to cover him in the face?

In the next battle, both the Great Monk and Sakurako were conducted according to the command of the funeral night, but most of them did not do it.

So Sakurako and the big monk scolded while fighting, saying that there were too many fart talks about the funeral night, and they didn't say the point, and Sakurako's shoulder was hurt by the sword for a while, and the big monk's stomach was broken for a while.

The funeral night is also scolding, he said that Sakurako and the big monk reacted too slowly, moved too slowly, and had too stupid brains.

Anyway, it's about hurting each other and being cool with each other!

But the same routine of the gray-clothed man will definitely suffer when he performs it for the second time, and more than 90% of the tricks are restrained by the great monk and Sakurako.

Only a few Sakurako and the Great Monk did not do it because of the difficulty coefficient of the action, but the man in gray did.

So whenever this happens, Sakurako and the Great Monk will be injured, and the funeral night will be scolded.

The old woman led the masters of the Five Poisons Sect to clean up the surrounding enemies in waves, and Ximen Shuai also took the opportunity to flee the scene.

When he was about to attack the man in gray reflexively, the skill of judging the situation was first-class, and he hurriedly sacrificed his younger brother to cut off the road, and he smeared oil on the soles of his feet...... Ran.

Tang Shishi is the highest combat strength of this team, but she is still in a coma, and the wounds on her body continue to deteriorate, and she feels like she can't stay anymore.

"Up the mountain!" Funeral Night made a difficult decision.

Sakurako has an opinion: "Didn't you say that the mountain was dangerous before?"

The great monk followed the wind: "Where did you say that the trial area of the Wansheng Sect, the prefecture-level!"

Funeral Night: "......"

The old woman said: "If it is the hunting area of the Wansheng Sect, then you really can't rush in." "The hunting of the system is what the player calls the trial area, the words are different, but the essence is the same.

"Miss Tang's injuries are too serious, and she needs a prefecture-level gold sore medicine to treat ......"

"Then what's the matter with following up the mountain, isn't it related to the fact that you should go back to the city?" Sakurako interrupted.

Even the great monk, a monk, can hear it.

"Does Wangcheng have a prefecture-level elixir?" asked Funeral Night.

Sakurako was stunned, as far as she knew, there was no prefecture-level pill in circulation now, and it was still unknown whether there was such an elixir in all the royal cities.

"But even if Wangcheng doesn't have it, then can there be this back mountain?" Sakurako was dissatisfied anyway, and the tone of her voice would not be tactful or obscured, she could say whatever she wanted, and express it how she wanted.

"No, but there are medicinal materials for refining ground-level gold creation medicine in the back mountain!"

Sakurako then remembered, isn't Funeral Night an alchemist? But Sakurako didn't know what level he was, and Sakurako didn't know about the fact that he had refined a ground-level elixir.

Not everyone likes to follow the forum, and it's not that the forum is only the scene of Funeral Night.

The rivers and lakes are like this, you can be popular for a while, but you can't be popular for a lifetime.

There may be people who know you, but more often than not.

The group set off towards the back mountain, which was different from the mine, where the shade was deep, towering and forested, and even the air was thick with blood.

A green frog jumped out of the pond, the size of an adult, and its long tongue stretched out and curled, swallowing a sika deer alive.

There was a small snake, black all over, like burnt chopsticks, and it lay on a stone to bask in the sun.

The mountain is really weak, but no animal dares to approach it. Even where it crawled, the grass withered instantly.

(End of chapter)