When Bai Tiehan was still alive, he taught Bai Cheng tactics in different environments, including solo battles, group battles, night battles, forest battles, water battles, snow battles, and so on.

Bai Cheng's stealth technique was practiced at that time, although he did not have the elite spy profession in the army, but with his strong martial arts and profound cultivation, it was enough to deal with most situations.

Walking through the barren grassland and crossing the clear stream, Bai Cheng sneaked outside the tent, and suddenly hesitated in his heart.

It's not that I'm afraid of these people in front of me, but I suddenly thought that the opponents who fought for life and death in the past, such as Lu Yuanlong, saw that the road was uneven and killed in anger, such as Sun Daohai, when he was fighting head-on, he killed by mistake, even if these people died in his hands, it was because of their own choice.

But the people in the tent are not, they only came here because of the order of some big man, or the arrangement of a certain mission, like a chess piece, they were moved in front of them, facing each other, and there was no way to avoid it.

Bai Cheng was not a murderous person, so he let go of Zhang Mingzhi and Zhao Mingzhen, and spared the three ladies of Banqiao, but now he had to kill these people, more than a dozen people who had never met.

Because he can't move forward without killing these people, and he can't find out the truth about Bai Tiehan's death.

Thinking of this, he only felt bitter, and finally understood the meaning of the phrase "people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves".

Gritting his teeth, he slowly walked towards the tent.

From today onwards, he will leave the mountains and forests and enter the world.

Getting closer and closer to the tent, Bai Cheng did not continue to sneak, but stood up, gently rubbed his face a few times with his hands, and changed his face to the appearance of Taniguchi's secret agent, swaggering towards a tent.

The curtain was lifted, and two thin young men were meditating cross-legged on the wooden bed, both dressed in black suits, and their cheeks were tattooed with faint gold marks. The two of them glanced at him quickly, then withdrew their gaze.

One of them said coldly: "Old Seven, it's so early, it's not time to change shifts, right?"

Another person ridiculed: "People come out of big families, and they are very pampered, how can they do the hard work of keeping vigil, unlike our hard background." ”

An oil lamp, the light was like beans, and under the dim light, the faces of the two were a little gloomy.

Bai Cheng smiled and didn't speak, slowly walked in front of the two, and was about to say something to the two people, his face suddenly changed, and he looked behind the two.

The two of them found that the expression on Bai Cheng's face was wrong, and hurriedly turned back, and at the same time, their elbows bent and they collided backwards in unison. It's a pity that the back is empty, they didn't see anything, they didn't hit anything, and when they wanted to turn back, they heard two soft sounds of "quack", and then their heads were dizzy and fell to the ground.

Bai Cheng slowly withdrew his hands, laid the two bodies flat on the bed, covered the quilt, sighed, and turned to walk out of the tent.

Four tents, eight lives.

Bai Cheng was already a little numb, standing in the night breeze, he exhaled helplessly, and walked to the fifth tent.

The curtain was lifted again, and a middle-aged man sat alone in the tent, wearing a brocade robe, with a jade belt hanging from his waist, a burly and tall figure, his eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples, and he was quite a bit of a posture of not being angry and arrogant.

Hearing someone come in, he turned his head to look, his face changed slightly, and then he returned to his original state, yawned and said, "Why did you come back, I'll get you something to eat." With that, he got up and walked out of the tent.

When the two of them were staggered at the tent door, Bai Cheng suddenly showed a sneer on his lips, raised his hand to stop at his chest, and said, "The honorable driver just left silently?"

The brocade-robed man stopped: "Old Seven, how do you speak?"

Bai Cheng sighed and said, "It's not interesting to act again." ”

The brocade-robed man's face sank: "What kind of play?"

Bai Cheng smiled and said, "Although your face has not changed, your hands are shaking terribly, and you really don't look like a master who has been in the army for a long time." ”

The brocade-robed man's eyes were cold, and he said, "So far" Before the words fell, he suddenly leaned back, fell flat to the ground, and fell right on the side of the bed, reaching out to pick up the long sword on the edge of the bed.

He's fast. White City is faster.

Bai Cheng's body jumped up flatly, like a shadow, rushed in front of him, flicked his fingers and hit his wrist, and then his wrist flipped, grabbed the hilt of the sword one step ahead of him, and the long sword came out of the sheath with a "cang" sound, and a sword stabbed between his eyebrows.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the brocade-robed man shouted, held up the wooden bed with his backpalm, and threw it at Baicheng.

Bai Cheng's sword momentum remained unchanged, a sword slashed open the wooden bed, and still stabbed at him, but he was blocked by the wooden bed, after all, he was half a minute slower, and he failed to stab his eyebrows, but pierced his right shoulder and nailed him to the ground.

The brocade-robed man screamed miserably and kicked Bai Cheng in the chest, but Bai Cheng dodged it.

Bai Cheng took a step, and he was about to make up for it and end his life, but suddenly felt that the wind behind his head suddenly rose, and he didn't have time to make another move, so he could only bow his head and bend over, roll forward, and avoid this blow first.

As soon as it flashed, I heard two "poo" sounds, a flash of black light, and two black long swords stabbed in from outside the tent, one up and down, stabbing the left shoulder and right rib.

Bai Cheng was not surprised, the two fingers of his left hand popped out, and the two "bells" hit the tip of the sword, flicking the two swords away, and his right hand followed the gap of the long sword, pulled it hard, pulled out a big hole in the tent, flew up, and jumped out of the tent.

Outside the tent were two black-clothed young men, one on the left and one on the right, with the tips of the long swords in their hands hanging to the ground, because they were injured by Bai Cheng's fingers, and they couldn't lift their swords.

These two people are extremely brave, although their right hand was abolished, they didn't care, seeing Bai Cheng rushing out, the two of them blocked Bai Cheng's way head-on, and their left hands clenched their fists and hit Bai Cheng together, their fists opened and closed, which was the most standard boxing road in the army.

Bai Cheng was about to attack, when he heard someone behind him shouting: "Get out of the way." ”

The two black-clothed youths did not hesitate, and at the same time withdrew their fists, one left and one right dodged to both sides, giving way to the middle avenue.

There was a strong enemy chasing behind him, and Bai Cheng didn't have time to make a move, so he followed the road to get out of the way and came to the clearing, only to look back.

A purple-robed man slowly walked out of the tent, holding the injured brocade-robed man in his hand, his face extremely ugly.

The purple-robed man beckoned, summoned two black-clothed youths, handed over the brocade-robed man to them, and said coldly: "Your Excellency is so ruthless. ”

Bai Cheng said with a smile: "The Venerable Driver is hidden here, and he may not have any good intentions. ”

"Who are you?"

"You are hiding on Taiyi Mountain, and you are still asking me who I am?"

"There's no such thing as you in the Flying Star Gate"

"Zunjia is either backward in news or lonely. ”

"What about the people of Taniguchi?"

"Now that I'm in, they're going to have to go home. ”

"Good. ”

"What does it mean to be good?"

"The good thing is that you can be ready to die. ”