"According to your intelligence data, the attack method of this boundless Holy Lord can only be created more perfectly by me personally... This matter is still only done on a small scale for the time being, and it is limited to the three of us who know about it.
Okay." Ye Xiao said: "As for the attack methods of the other two major sects and other masters, you all basically know the same, adapt accordingly... let's start taking action immediately."
"The thing to note is that the commotion must be as big as possible, the bigger the better."
Ye Xiao warned seriously.
Just say it.
It’s so easy to start now.
When the two killers saw that Ye Xiao had decided to take action immediately, they did not hesitate. These two people were also the kind of people who said they would do as they please. They immediately nodded: "There is absolutely no problem with this. Let's start taking action immediately. We are not good at setting up plans."
, but creating chaos is our specialty.”
Killers use their own methods and methods to kill people. However, in certain specific scenarios, how can they capture the target without creating large-scale chaos, taking advantage of the chaos, and killing them with one blow?
Therefore, almost all killers are experts at creating chaos. This is a required course for killers. Ning Biluo and Liu Changjun are even better at this, and they are the masters among masters.
Ye Xiao entrusted the job of creating chaos to these two people. He really found the right person.
I just don’t know how much noise these two people will make. You must know that in addition to being good at causing chaos, they are also bold masters. I’m afraid the chaos in Chenxing City will be even more chaotic this time.
, maybe several times that before today, maybe
The night wind howls.
Young Master Ye put on his long-lost black clothes and mask, and ran in the night wind above the eaves.
For a moment, there was a pleasant feeling of a vast sea and sky, and it reminded me of those days in my previous life when I was crossing the blue clouds and the sky.
I feel more and more that I am getting closer and closer to the day when I can return to Qingyun Tianyu.
At this time, everyone in the Zhaori Sect was filled with anger and cursed in a low voice, but no one dared to curse loudly, as if they were afraid that someone would hear it and cause trouble again.
The injured man with the beard had an unusual identity. He was the nephew of the current head of the Zhaori Sect, and he was also considered a good player in personal cultivation. His name was Mu Zizhu.
People's temperament can be described as rampant, and such a thing is naturally not very likable.
Now everyone came forward to treat him, but no one said anything to comfort him. Although he was usually not popular, it was really speechless.
Because, regarding things like this, I really can’t even say words of comfort.
How to comfort me? Say that when you get better, we will take action together to catch this stinky bitch Yun Duan Zhiwan and take revenge? It’s our turn?
This is not something you can say casually.
Although everyone is lowering their voices and complaining now, but if those words are really said, there is no guarantee that Yun Duan Zhiwan will come out again in the next moment.
When that time comes, no one here will survive.
And even if Yun Duan Zhiwan killed all the people here, Zhaori Sect would not dare to say anything. Most of them would have to prepare many gifts and come to apologize. Who wants someone with a big fist? In this world, a big fist means
It makes sense,
This kind of thing really happened to Zhaori Sect in the past. Now that it happened to me, although it was extremely uncomfortable, I finally understood the seriousness of the matter and dared to whisper a few words.
However, if we don’t talk about revenge or venting our anger for him, how can we talk about comfort?
Everything else is so pale and feeble.
Everyone present was extremely depressed.
When you see others feeling aggrieved, you may feel happy or even excited, but when it is your turn to feel aggrieved, of course you will only feel endless depression.
"Hey...it's all over today, but there's nothing we can do about it." It's not the case to always be so silent. One of them finally broke the deadlock: "When you come to the capital, this is the territory of Fanyunfanyulou;
We are like people under the roof, we have to lower our heads before talking, women, that’s what it is
"Yes, besides, women's tempers are like this, moody. There are always a few days every month when the body is not feeling well, and the psychology is not right. Maybe today is the day when that girl is unhappy, and we happen to catch up with her.
It's over..." Another person made a malicious guess.
"Yes, that makes sense. That's probably what happened. Besides, it's common for us people in the world to get hurt and angry. If you don't take a bite, you will gain wisdom. A hundred patience will turn into gold. This is a wise saying..."
"We, the heroes, do not suffer immediate losses, endure temporary anger, and protect our bodies for future generations. This is the heroic demeanor and does not fall into the ordinary."
"Yes, yes, that's right. We are broad-minded and don't care about that little girl. This is the true nature of a hero. It should be revealed."
Everyone was talking a lot, and the more they talked, the more excited they were. The topic gradually changed, and they gradually transformed their humiliation and tolerance, which was inferior to others, into a hero with great wisdom, grandeur, and grace...
As the saying goes, three people can make a tiger, and everyone can win gold. Whether it is a master of martial arts or an ordinary person, once they comfort themselves, they will be able to achieve spiritual victory in the blink of an eye.
Everyone became more and more excited as they talked, venting their dissatisfaction to their heart's content. They completely forgot that Mu Zizhu was still lying on the ground at this moment, and his head had swollen into a standard pig's head.
His two eyes were so swollen that there was only a slit left, his face was covered in blood, and blood and mucus were still flowing out of his mouth. The cheeks on both sides were deflated, and half of the teeth in his mouth were now gone.
As for the legs, ribs, arms... they were all broken section by section...
Only the eyes, through the swollen slit, shot out an extremely malicious light, without saying a word.
Coincidentally, at this moment, a sinister laughter came from faintly: "Tsk, tsk, the famous Zhaori Sect, the strongest super sect at that time, how come it has become such a virtuous person now?
Who was stunned? Well, haha, listening to you talking, but still like being beaten by a woman? Well, it's really prestigious and murderer, such as a woman like this, and praise for himself ... hey
, He is indeed a great hero and a great man.”
This passage is full of sarcasm and is completely unabashed.
Especially the smell of schadenfreude, which can travel three hundred miles even against the wind.
More than a dozen masters of the Zhaori Sect raised their heads and looked at the sound at the same time. On the eaves, they saw a gloomy black-clothed masked figure floating in the air, looming, illusory and real.
Only those eyes were filled with the ultimate indifference and cruel brilliance.
It seems that in his eyes, all the people in the world are just a bunch of walking corpses left to be slaughtered.