As the sun sets, the clear sky floats with red glows, and on the endless seashore, a gust of sea breeze blows, and the air is suddenly filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The beach was devastated by the repeated battles, and the corpses of demon beasts were piled up one by one, so that people could not find a clean place to stay.

The blood left from the corpse of the demon beast had already soaked the sand, even if it was three feet into the ground, and even the nearby sea was stained red because of it.

Some people look at the wind, some people do their jobs, and the human monks perform their duties, and they decompose the corpses of the demon beasts in groups of three or five in an orderly manner, classifying the materials one by one.

Where is this and what happened?

A young monk with dark skin and a scar on his face, intently dividing the corpse of the demon beast, stood up from time to time, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the endless sea.

"Hey, you kid is grinding again, what's so beautiful about this sea? Don't hurry up, be careful and wait for the sea beast to attack later, so that you will stay here for the rest of your life!"

Watching the young monk's actions, an old man with gray hair and wrinkles made a joke about him.

A hint of red appeared on the young monk's already tanned face, and he didn't answer, but pursed his lips and smiled like a girl, bowed his head and continued to work.

"Boy, you have a new scar on your face, you must have lost your mind during the battle again!" someone noticed that the young monk had a new scar on his face, and deliberately shouted loudly, causing the people around him to laugh again and again.

Now the young monk was not happy, so he dropped what he was doing, looked at the crowd with wide eyes, and said, "How can you be so innocent of people..."

"What innocence? I just saw you wander when you were fighting, and you were seized by the berserk sea shark and hung and beaten!"

"Epiphany isn't distraction... Cultivators, will they get distracted?" the young monk blushed, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, arguing there.

"Zhao Yan, the deputy general is looking for you!" At this time, a cry came from the towering city wall, and everyone couldn't help but look up.

The city wall is more than 100 zhang high, I don't know tens of thousands of miles long, it is really mighty and magnificent, this is the accumulation of the ancestors of Zhanbuzhou bit by bit, isolating the mainland from the sea, and it is clearly distinguished.

"Hey, the deputy general is looking for you, I'm afraid that you kid will have another star this time!" Everyone turned to look at the young monk, only to see that there was already a golden crescent moon and a golden star on his chest!

The young monk was the Zhao official who left Luoxian City many years ago to go to the Imperial City Quartermaster Pavilion Supervision Institute, and was finally sent to guard the frontier!

"Not much? ”

Only at this time is he the happiest, Zhao Yan smiled, showed a mouthful of white teeth, stomped his feet, and appeared under the city wall, his toes were rubbing on the city wall a few times, and the next second he appeared on the high wall like a cloud!

"This kid!"

"He will still choose to stay, this time, I don't know what other reason to hold back, to say that the deputy general is miserable enough, he was almost driven crazy by Zhao Yan last time!"

Some people who came here earlier than Zhao Yan naturally knew exactly what happened after Zhao Yan came here.

"Last time?"

There are many gossips about the people who cultivate immortals, and the name of Zhao Yan is like thunder, and he has already been famous in the frontier, which can be bitter for the later people, they have long heard that this person named Zhao Yan is not leaving, and he is playing backwards.

"What happened later? First he persuaded him with good words, then he beat him, and after fighting for most of the night, Zhao Yan still didn't want to go back!"

"You must know that Zhao Yan has been here for sixty years, and he has already exceeded the deadline for the Quartermaster Pavilion to send him to perform guards, and in terms of military merits, he should also go back and concentrate on cultivation!"

The old man looked embarrassed, looked down at the three stars on his chest, he has been here for more than 100 years, and he has not killed a hairy young man in 60 years...

You must know that one star represents the hunting of a hundred demon beasts equal to your own realm, and one moon represents four hundred!

In addition to hunting demon beasts, that kid is hunting demon beasts, and he will always be at the forefront!

The demon beasts in the sea had already hated him to the core, so the demon beasts around him were always the most, and even several times in order to deal with him, even the fifth-order demon beasts put down the dignity of the strong to besiege him A small Yuan Infant Human Cultivator.

Fortunately, every time, Zhao Yan either had nobles to help, or relied on his own means to save the day, and later, the demon beast also accepted his fate, and hid when he saw him, unwilling to fight him...

Can you imagine a human monk running after a group of monsters?

"And then?"

"Later, the goalkeeper was tired..."

"How do you get tired?"

"How?... Who knows? He's here again anyway!"

No one asks anymore, one by one bows their heads to clean up the corpses of the demon beasts, as for what everyone is thinking at the moment, who knows!

"Admiral, are you looking for me?"

Zhao Yan looked a little weakly at the person sitting high in the hall playing with the mace in his hand, staring at him with a gloomy face, and subconsciously showed a smile to please the other party, expecting the other party to raise his noble hand.

"How many times has this been?"

The deputy general of the door took the mace and beat the palm of his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked impatiently, as if Zhao Yan would add sticks if he didn't answer correctly.

"It's the ninth..."

Zhao Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, laughed, and subconsciously moved two steps back, closer to the gate.

"You also know that it's the ninth time, and it's only three things, but I want to hear what excuse you found to convince me this time, so that I can keep you under the pressure from above!"

Zhao Yan was silent for a long time, and the deputy general did not urge, just waiting for the other party quietly.

Time passed like this second by second, looking at the deputy general with an impatient expression, and finally Zhao Yan lowered his head and sighed lightly: "Actually... It's because I can't bear your old man..."

This time there was no reason to be lame, but on the contrary, the old face of the deputy doorkeeper was red, his eyes were sour, and the mace in his hand was picked up and put down, picked up and put down...

", get out of here!"

Zhao Yan said this, which made the deputy general of the door extremely awkward, as if he was covered with lice and uncomfortable, or because of Zhao Yan's words and became angry, the deputy general pointed to the door frame excitedly and told Zhao Yan to get out!

"Okay!"

Zhao Yan responded happily and was about to roll...

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