Shi Yi's thoughts were similar to Song Zheng's, and he himself was more "disobedient" than Song Zheng. He nodded repeatedly: "The scholar's decision is right, but everyone should be careful these days. These people are recruiting troops. We refuse
We killed them and their people, I’m afraid they want to use us to establish their authority.”
Zhou Kou glanced at Shi Yi from time to time, and finally found an opportunity to ask: "Shi Laoqian, how did you gain this time?"
Shi Yi looked at him: "I, Qianwang, are a group of seven powerful waves. With my extraordinary talent, I have opened six more veins and rivers, and have been promoted to the realm of nine veins and rivers. What about you, bandit? You must be making rapid progress. Tell us now so that everyone can
Shocked."
Zhou Kou's eyes widened and he forgot to chew the meat in his mouth. He was indeed hit hard. After a while, he said listlessly: "I have opened up the five channels of the river again, and now I am in the realm of the six channels of the river."
"What?" Shi Yi grabbed him and held on: "Is it just the Six Paths of Maihe? Oh, I'm very disappointed. I thought you would be chasing after me, so you could give me some pressure to prevent me from slacking off.
Trying to improve."
Zhou Kou took a big bite of the meat, but his progress was not as good as others, so he had to compete with the food.
Wang Jiu smiled secretly and said: "I am just like the bandits, now I am in the realm of the Six Paths of Maihe. What about you, Sister Zhao?"
Zhao Xiao and Song Zheng knew each other's current state, but the other three who did not participate in the battle did not.
Zhao Xiao said calmly: "The seven paths of the river."
Wang Jiu was surprised: "Are you going to open the Six Paths Vein River again?"
Zhao Xiao nodded. She tried hard to catch up, but still fell behind Shi Yi and Song Zheng, which made her a little unhappy.
Shi Yi asked Song Zheng: "Scholar, how much have you improved?"
"I am now the tenth path of the river." Song Zheng said casually, and Shi Yi almost jumped up: "You have one more path than me? How could this be? I don't accept it!"
Zhou Kou felt that the scholar had made him angry, and he laughed: "What can you do if I don't accept it? But you still have the power to pressure me, so you should chase the scholar every moment."
Shi Yi sat back angrily. Suddenly, there were some deliberate footsteps outside the courtyard. About dozens of people strode to the courtyard gate like an army. Someone shouted: "Please Shi Yi, Song
Zheng, come out and see you!"
He was called by name and his tone was very rude.
Shi Yi looked at Song Zheng, and the two of them stood up together. Zhao Xiao and the other three quietly occupied various favorable positions in the yard. They lived here and were very familiar with everything here. If the situation was unfavorable for the two of them and they retreated, the three of them could immediately escape from various positions.
Angle provides strong support.
Shi Yi looked back and saw that all the robes were already in place, and suddenly opened the courtyard door.
The street outside was empty, and thirty-six soldiers formed a square formation, six horizontally and six vertically. In front of the square formation, stood a young man in white with a gun, and thirteen veins swimming around him like dragons.
It was rolling, scattering pieces of frost and snow, and with him as the center, there was an icy microclimate within thirty feet.
Although the thirty-six soldiers were uniformly wearing the standard leather armor of the Hongwu Celestial Dynasty, in the eyes of veterans like Song Zheng, it was still clear at a glance that these people were not from the army. They should have come from a certain place after arriving at Huangtai Fort.
These leather armors were found in the warehouse.
They don't have that brutal military aura. Although they act in a unified manner, they should be retainers of a big family.
The young monk holding a gun saw the two men and said coldly: "Even if you are unwilling to accept our solicitation, you are too violent to kill someone!"
Song Zheng sneered and said: "Recruiting? Ambush people outside, and one person freezes our courtyard while we are all in retreat - is this how the Anti-Heaven Alliance recruits allies?"
He only killed Zhao Jinglun, and it was definitely the Anti-Tian League who came to question him.
Zhou Kou muttered inside: "What are you doing with all this talk? Kill him in pieces!"
The gun-wielding monk frowned and said: "Zhao Jinglun is a capable general of our alliance and has always done things safely. I don't believe your words!"
As soon as Shi Yi heard this, the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed. He waved his hands angrily: "You are aloof, right? So no matter what the mistake is, it must be ours! What do you want? Come on, I will take over!"
The gun-wielding monk sneered contemptuously, moved his hands, raised the silver gun in his hand slightly, and pointed forward.
Suddenly, Shi Yi felt that he was facing an awakened ten-thousand-year-old ancient dragon. It was a powerful green dragon and could suddenly slay it at any time.
His first feeling was: terrible!
The second reaction is: retreat!
The third conclusion is: irresistible!
For a moment, these three thoughts flashed through his mind, but the next moment, he sensed something and looked behind him suspiciously.
Because in the blink of an eye, he felt the dragon opposite him "close his eyes" and "hibernate" again, and all the terrifying momentum quietly disappeared.
Behind him, Song Zheng also stood with a gun. In his hand was just an ordinary iron-smelting silver gun, but it had the power to transform into a dragon!
He hid Zhou Tian's ancient coins and never fell behind when facing the monks with thirteen veins and rivers. If his realm was not bad, Song Zheng would have absolute confidence. His university is as broad as the sea, and his veins and rivers are like spiritual rivers.
If the opponent is the eternal sleeping dragon that suddenly wakes up, then Song Zheng is now the god who has conquered ten societies with one force, pressing down the dragon's head that he had just raised.
The gun-wielding monk was shocked. He could feel that his opponent's level was lower than his own, but why did he feel a faint feeling of suppressing himself? He forced himself to regain confidence and wanted to take action forcefully.
However, his hand tightened and loosened on the gun body, loosened and tightened, and then loosened again. He repeated this several times, but he never gathered enough courage to support him in taking a stab.
He was even more horrified: How could this be?
Was his opponent really so powerful that he didn't have the courage to fight? He quickly understood: That was not the case. But he was really not sure about this shot.
I am very sure in my heart that if I take action, I will definitely lose!
He looked at Song Zheng doubtfully, wondering how this young man could do it. He noticed the iron-smelting silver spear in Song Zheng's hand, and his expression suddenly changed: "This is... Lord Helianlie's magic spear!"
He is also a powerful monk, and he is not so superficial that he thinks that a person can stop him from taking action with just one treasure. Obviously, there is a reason why Helian Lie chose Song Zheng to inherit his magic weapon.
"General Chariot and Cavalry, you have such good eyesight..."
He sighed and had no intention of taking action anymore. He dispersed his spiritual energy, retracted the veins outside his body, and returned the spear to the void.
Chapter completed!