Liu Tugou soon caught up with Yang Xiongji with the Fourth Banner Brigade.

The second master was enlightened, deaf and clear-sighted, and listened to the conversation between the chief and Yang Xiongji, and sighed very quickly that he was promoted.

The captain of the first battalion is enough to bluff people, except for a few people who are not easy to mess with, they can run rampant on the ground in Shuofang.

The officers of the first battalion captain are really not big, and the number of corporal under his command is only 500 people, which is still far from the rank of general and general soldier who is accompanied by 10,000 cavalry, not to mention the high-ranking military aircraft and military marquis.

Rao is like this, but thousands of people have died because of Liu Tugou.

Thinking of this, even though the second master's heart is like iron and stone, he has never heard of any verses about "one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither", and he still can't help but feel a trace of compassion.

Entangled in grievances and grievances, you live and die, Liu Tugou is not merciless when he kills people, let alone soft-hearted.

This trace of compassion, even when he was faced with corpses everywhere, came to his heart at this moment very strangely and naturally.

Liu Tugou didn't know if this was a demon, and he didn't know if he should cut off this thought.

The old fox asked him to enter the WTO to practice, but he did not say how to enter the WTO and what kind of practice he should do.

Is it to cultivate into a great sage and sage who is insightful in the world and universalizes all sentient beings, or is it to become a great murder god who kills and takes people away from others?

Or is it both, using a butcher's knife as a boat, crossing sentient beings out of the sea of suffering, killing as farming, and sowing peace and prosperity?

The Demon Buddha is difficult to distinguish, and there is one mind, which seems to be more in line with the meaning of the wild fox. And whether the great sage and the murderer are demons or Buddhas, I'm afraid they are all inhuman, right?

At this time, Liu Tugou suddenly remembered the identity of his own Buddhist branch and Zen Buddhism.

The seemingly useless ups and downs in the heart lake had become more and more obvious to him, and it also made him a little more suspicious that the old fox had done some kind of tricks when he was teaching the Dharma in the heart seal.

So, what about the big brother who sits on the barren mountain?

After achieving the Inspiration Grandmaster, and having Ah Wei as a reference, Liu Tugou thought about the scene of the day, where is it not clear that the cultivation of the sick tiger must be far beyond the realm of inspiration, at least he is also a supernatural demon king.

What role did the eldest brother play in this?

After seeing too much of the law of the jungle in this world, the more I don't believe in love and hate for no reason.

Thinking of this, Liu Tugou was shocked, and suddenly found that the biggest opportunity and adventure in his life had become the most secret haze in his heart since when.

He closed his eyes and sighed softly, but there were turbid waves in the heart lake.

A butcher's knife was in the air, and suddenly the fierce light was released, killing all kinds of distracting thoughts.

The cultivation climbed too fast, and he ate a lot of foreign objects in the sea, and the disadvantages have gradually appeared, and he has doubts and can't understand it.

In the realm of inspiration, mind cultivation is more important than cultivation. Ten thousand zhang of red dust can not only refine the supreme Dao heart, but also bury thousands of talents.

Thousands of sails compete for the show, hundreds of boats compete for the stream, among which there is of course many brave and diligent achievers, and there will be no shortage of people who die early when they step into the air.

With the help of the ancient sword intent, the second master has broken the word good and evil at a young age, but there are still two things that are not clear, one is right and wrong, and the other is gain and loss.

Yang Xiongji, who was talking to the head of the Third Banner, turned his head suddenly, and had already subconsciously clenched the iron halberd in his hand.

The Fourth Banner Black Crows raised their heads in unison, the sword qi that originated in their bodies was surging and agitating, and the blood marks on their eyebrows were stinging like fire.

This feeling has appeared many times in several dangerous battles during the northern tour of Yin Mountain.

"Second brother?" Yang Xiongji asked suspiciously.

He is one of the few people in the Fourth Banner who has not received an empowerment and practiced on his own, but his realm is there, and his spiritual sense is extremely sharp.

And his unfathomable second brother was closing his eyes, the slaughtering knife on his back was half an inch from the sheath, and the exposed knife body was steaming and glowing in the sun.

The chief leaned slightly sideways on the horse, followed Yang Xiongji's gaze, and was shocked to find that at some point, dozens of black crows in the Fourth Banner with a murderous aura had all drawn their swords in their hands.

Most of these people looked at their hundred horsemen in silence with confused eyes.

A clear and pure sword light suddenly lit up in everyone's pupils, enveloping the demon-like adult in it, and even covering up the brilliance of the slaughtering knife.

The sword light is silent, warm as a spring breeze, but as long as you take a look, everyone has a great horror in their hearts, as if they will be killed by the sword light in the next moment.

The warm killing intent makes people feel cold all over the body.

Spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently, in a silent place, you can hear the thunder!

The knife light on Liu Tugou's body rose to the sky, and the slaughtering knife violently broke free from the scabbard, and with the knife light rushed to the sky, the knife roared thick and majestic, like a tiger's roar.

The colorful divine tiger that impressed the black crows reappeared, slaughtering with its mouth, stepping on the sword light, and its indifferent and ruthless eyes looking coldly southward, overlooking Xiandeng.

At the same moment, one of the first people on the stage looked up.

Middle-aged, wearing a crimson brocade robe, white face and thin face, narrow shoulders like a knife, small eyes focused, glowing with a deep and unfathomable cold, light eyebrows, but a heavy goatee.

Shuo Fang General Chang Zhaoqing's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he chuckled: "Half-step supernatural powers, isn't it? ”

He reached out and pressed the hilt of the long knife that was struggling in the sheath, turned around and walked down the stage first, and commanded the guards waiting under the stage: "Beat the drum and raise the tent!"

In the continuous sound of drums, Xiandeng Village instantly became noisy, and all the chiefs, hundred cavalry commanders, and captains converged towards the Xiandeng stage.

Most of these people wore fire army robes, and black clothes and black cloaks became a minority.

Naturally, everyone in the village noticed the divine tiger and sword light rising to the sky in the north, and followed Chang Junmen to beat drums and gather generals, and fools knew that there must be a connection between the two.

It was because these people frequently looked in the direction of the north gate, and they were familiar with each other and asked each other, but most of them didn't know the essentials, only knowing that it was not an enemy attack, otherwise the horn would have been blown at this moment to meet the whole army.

The three hundred horsemen of the old three banners naturally made a bunch, and passed a vague look to each other, which had different meanings.

Boss Yu did not ~ go topless this time, but rarely wore an iron suit, which was the dead Yu Lao Er.

There was still a trace of horror in his eyes, and under the agitation of his mood, his tone couldn't help but show a bit of hesitation and jealousy: "Lao Ren, is it really Liu Tugou?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise why would I risk provoking infighting and squeezing Li Songqi away? He was protected by Chang Junmen, if you want to avenge your brother, it may be the way to take refuge in Liu Tugou. ”

When Boss Yu heard this, his eyes flashed with bitter hatred, and he subconsciously looked up at the top of the stage first, where a big flag was standing, and a huge black word "Chang" was written on the bright red flag.

This indicates that the first stage is no longer the residence of the first captain, but the Chinese military tent temporarily requisitioned by General Shuo Fang.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Jinbei, and snorted coldly: "Daqimen is so majestic, you have to be a man with your tail between your legs in Shuofang City, Old Man Zhang's prestige is far and wide, and it is not to see Chang Zhaoqing's face." What's the use of a first lieutenant? No matter how hard the fist is, how hard will the heavens be hard?"

Even so, Boss Yu's eyes still had a glimmer of hope.

Regarding Boss Yu's provocation, Zhang Jinbei turned a deaf ear and couldn't see what he was thinking.

Ren Xichou's eyes flashed, except for Li Songqi and Chang Zhaoqing, the most resentful person of Boss Yu should be him, the initiator, right? Now because of the strength of the lonely force, and Liu Tugou is here, the surname Yu does not dare to make a mistake, and it will be difficult to say in the future.

He said quietly: "What are you teasing him to do, the third brother Zhang is first the young master of the Daqimen, and then the first to climb the hundred cavalry commanders, he is responsible for the cadres of the whole family, how can he fool around with a hard-working person like us who has no foundation." ”