"I admire a man like you.

I hate dogs fighting people and bullying too much.

What does a pack of dogs count?

No matter how many dogs there are, they are still dogs, Your Excellency, do you want me to help you beat these puppies all over the ground looking for teeth!"

Old Qian shook his thumbs up at the bard's eternal obedient twice, indicating that he was in the same hatred of the enemy.

This book was first published, and everyone began to support the author.

looks like a hero who can't be seen on the road.

"Cutting ---- Ni, Lao Qian will not be a chance to fight in a group at that time, and he will definitely pounce on him like a mad dog.

Which wait has seen you go head-to-head. ”

There was another wave of contempt among the three soft-shelled turtles.

"Who is Your Excellency? No. Deal with these dogs. No, I still don't have much effort. ”

Eternally obedient. Sure enough, he is a bard. Speak in rhyme.

If it's your turn to pretend to be level. It's the old money again, it's far inferior.

Fortunately. This bard though arrogant. For Lao Qian, a strange ally who automatically stood up. The words are quite polite.

That is, there is no saying no. nor did they gladly accept their heads and swore to them as brothers. At a glance, it can be seen that it is an old Jianghu.

"Hmph, where did the wild dogs come from, jump out and bite indiscriminately!"

After being pointed at and scolded by people and dogs for a while, Yang Dingtian's anger was like an erupting volcano, and it could no longer be stopped.

However, it is definitely not a simple task to be able to jump out in front of everyone.

Yang Dingtian had no choice but to return a tooth for a tooth, and used the kung fu of his mouth to scold back.

"You fat dog, it should taste good after chopping wine, grandpa tastes it today. ”

Lao Qian didn't laugh angrily, and stretched out his hand to point at the fat Yang Dingtian!

I'm going to take this kid to stand up, and by the way, ask what kind of three-handed immortal is hidden in this craggy strange stone, not Sorge?

It seems that the good things made from Guangming Mountain should be in Sorge's hands.

With the old money hand fingers.

A ripple rippled through the dark air.

It's fast, like a flash.

"Ahh

A terrible scream like mutated scorched thunder rang out.

It's the voice of the sun!

"Buzz!"

It was like the sound of an air explosion after something had passed by, and it had only been belatedly sounded.

"Poof!"

There was already an extra corpse on the ground. I was really proud just now, and I felt that my little brother had a lot of yang dingtian.

Above the fat head, two holes pierced the temples.

Red and white, from the two holes in the temples on both sides, kept popping up.

The death costume can be said to be extremely miserable.

"Ah---- who did it!"

Lao Qian was surprised at first, and then immediately reacted.

I just want to teach Yang Dingtian a lesson, and I don't mean to kill him, but I can't buckle it on my head.

Then a terrifying voice said: "The hand of the invisible cone three-handed immortal, he is not in this big stone!"

The invisible cone is a three-handed immortal blade that pierces people's temples. As everyone knows.

The figures scattered for a while, flocking to the place where the voice sounded,

The Three-Hand Immortal killed someone again. And none of the nearly 100 masters in the audience found any trace of the other party, could it be that he is a god. The majority of the people were already frightened.

However, it is far from over.

The screams rose again, one, two, three, and the whole valley rose up.

Six monks lay in ambush in a row, all of them in the same state, the two temples were pierced by sharp weapons, and the dead were scattered around, not gathered in one place.

Even if the three-handed immortal could not reach this level of stealth spells, there were no cultivators present tonight, and the air fluctuations brought about by any stealth spell action could not escape the divine thoughts of so many people.

However, it is a strange thing that so many people did not even find out how the other party killed people.

"We're just sitting here! See where he can run alone!"

The bard's eternal obedient shouted loudly.

The air was tense and terrifying. After a period of chaos, it calmed down again, but the group of monks had dispersed and no longer surrounded the ancient tomb.

Instead, the protective spell is fully open, and, hiding behind all kinds of strange rocks, it seems that it is taking the way of guarding and waiting for the dawn.

On the periphery of the boulder, there are countless pairs of eyes densely covered, watching every inch of space, even if it is a night bat, it is difficult to get out of the surveillance.

Seeing that it was about to dawn, this terrifying murderer did not reappear.

"Everyone, please disperse, the half of the key to this Heavenly Evil City was taken away by the Three-Hand Immortal from the hands of the traitor Sorge of this sect, and it should be returned to our Guangming Mountain, please stay here for a while, and the disciples of this sect will naturally send you out of the valley!"

A bell-like sound spread throughout the audience.

The attention of the monks who were shocked by the invisible means of killing people by the three-handed immortals in the audience was all attracted to the past.

Let's look back.

Outside the circle of people, there is already a group of white-robed monks.

There were about forty people.

On the front of the chest of this group of white-robed monks' robes, a large golden sun is embroidered, and below the golden sun is a magnificent mountain bathed in golden sunshine.

The golden sun shines on the mountain of light!

Bright Mountain!

The number one faction in the Gallon Plane!

The monks were in an uproar.

Monks lying in ambush everywhere

Gathered together, glaring angrily at this group of guys from Bright Mountain.

Lao Tzu kept vigil all night and suffered quite a lot of casualties.

As soon as you come, you will have to give up Lao Tzu.

Is there such a good thing in the world?

What's more, there are more than 100 people on the side of the cultivators.

There are only more than forty people on this side of Guangming Mountain.

There are few of them!

Afraid of balls?

No matter how strong Guangming Mountain is, but it is not Guangming Mountain here!

"What proof do you have?

This three-handed immortal is a lone thief in the gallon plane, stealing the entire plane, and I also said that half of the key to this Tiansha City was lost by my family. ”

The bard's "eternal obedient" immediately retorted with dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, worthy of the bard.

This reversal of black and white, sowing discord is strong.

So says the eternal obedient.

Seeing that they were numerous, the cultivators were bold and scolded.

"That's it, what about Guangming Mountain?

You have to be reasonable in doing things, you want to rob it!"

"What you say is yours is yours, why don't you say that this valley is also your Bright Mountain?

We'll take out the whole body treasure one by one and let you go. ”

"Bird, don't let us interfere and don't let us go! ”

Faced with a cháo-like scolding.

Among the monks of Guangming Mountain, a middle-aged monk led by one stepped out.

His face was square, angular, like white marble, and radiant.

He glanced around majestically and coldly.

A mountain of pressure seemed to cover it out of thin air.

The voices of the scattered cultivators were much quieter.

"The Three-Hand Immortal, although the Crisscrossing Continent was only recently discovered by the Sect, he has close contact with the traitor Sorge of the Sect.

Moreover, these three-handed immortals are extremely good at borrowing the art of illusion.

This seat is ninety percent sure that these three-handed immortals have changed their forms into the monks under the cover of this craggy and strange stone, so please cooperate with our inspection.

After the inspection, as long as it is confirmed that it is not the incarnation of a three-handed immortal, the disciples of this sect will naturally send all the gifts out of the valley!"

This statement made everyone change in unison, but they were extremely angry.

If the three-handed immortal is mixed in the crowd, it is simply impossible to prevent it if you want to kill yourself!

However, letting the monks of Guangming Mountain check nearby is even more intolerable for these loose cultivators.

It is simply a taboo thing to let other monks get close to each other, and if the other party has bad intentions, wouldn't it be a second-kill end and there will be no chance to resist.

Even if the three-handed immortals were mixed among the scattered cultivators, there were so many people, and the next target he was going to attack must be himself.

The Three-Hand Immortal is in close contact with Sorge?

In this way, what Sorge brought out is likely to be the half key of the Heavenly Evil Palace.

Then you don't need to inform them.

As soon as Lao Qian's thoughts turned, everyone was watching, and if he wanted to send a message, it would inevitably attract the suspicion of many monks.

Besides, it wasn't Sorge that I met.

Tami, but it was Sorge who entrusted himself to find it, not half of the key to the Heavenly Evil Palace.

Isn't that a delegated target at all?

Notify a bird!

It is natural for the old money to switch the concept and notify a fart!

"Let you check it up close, absolutely not!

If you kill me, where will I cry out?"

The eternal obedient sneered.

Is this all a joke?

"I am under the Bright Mountain, the first Chang Sanduo of the Divine Fist Peak, Your Excellency's fierce opposition to the inspection, is it possible that Your Excellency is the incarnation of the Three-Hand Immortal?"

This middle-aged monk from the Bright Mountain looked at the eternal obedient with ill intentions......

All the masters present immediately turned their eyes to the Bard, the eternal obedient.

When Chang Sanduo said this, everyone felt that it made some sense.

So many people are staring at that craggy and strange stone, even if the three-handed immortal cultivates to a high level, he can't help but kill a little trace.

The eternal obedient haha smiled and said: "It turned out to be the first seat of Changda, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful, you have a reasonable suspicion, but you are wrong, you are not."

Chang Sanduo sneered:

"But why is Your Excellency unwilling to accept my inspection by the Bright Mountain?"

"You don't care about that

"Then Your Excellency will not be able to dispel the thoughts of the friends present

"How?"

The eternal obedient was a little angry and asked disdainfully.

"Your Excellency may not be able to leave!"

Behind Chang Sanduo, a harsh voice picked up the words, like a jackal crowing.

The eternal obedient, with a flick of the green sè hook in his hand, is already murderous in his eyes!

Snorted disdainfully: "Friend, why don't you stand up and speak?"

Of course, with the voice of the words, a middle-aged man with a deep face and a flickering eye, dressed in a sauce purple cedar, came out of the crowd.

There was a sudden murmur in the crowd.

Someone recognized the monk's identity: "Shi Li of the Law Enforcement Hall on the Bright Mountain, a famous executioner, known as the dark guy in the light." ”

On the other side of the light is darkness.

It can be seen that this Shi Li must be a person with extremely cruel methods.