More than 400 Shadow Wolf Pavilion soldiers came to the position where the scout pointed. They heard various cattle and sheep cry from afar, which made them sure they were in the right place, so they sneaked in...
Then there is a problem here...
Who is in the baggage camp at this time?
Since he learned that Yan Bing was sitting in "Xingtian" and disappeared, the entire Tongshun Army's school officials were basically infuriated... They were thinking about how to rescue and find them.
On the contrary, the old man was not in a hurry at all, and he was leisurely all day long, and seemed to be not worried at all.
According to the old man's original words, "With this ghost girl's mind, even if she throws it into the desert, she can find a way to come back by herself, let alone Sugihara Heze? With the two masters Lingyue and Xuekui, they will definitely be fine, don't panic, they will be back in two days."
But after waiting for several days, he didn't wait for Yan Bing's trace. At this time, the old man was a little panicked...
But if you say something, it is difficult to slap yourself in the face, so you have to secretly call Feng Chen and ask him to organize all the younger generations to go out to search together in his personal name. After all, they can use Qi Ji, so they naturally search faster and more carefully than ordinary people.
So, at this moment, there were only five left in Feixia Gate in the baggage camp...
And these five people... will be the nightmare of Xianyu Kezig's life...
The story...it starts with these Shadow Wolf Pavilion soldiers killing a sentry...
Because killing people... there will be murderous intent...
Even the top professional killer will reveal a trace of murderous aura at the moment of killing people, and this trace of murderous aura is enough to awaken the five "old monsters" sleeping in the baggage camp...
"Swish-!!!!"
At almost the same time, five black shadows emerged from the five tents and gathered together in an instant.
"Did you feel it?" The old man stroked his beard and said in a deep voice. At this time, the old man had no longer had his previous hunchback. His body was straight and his eagle-eyed pair of eyes looked around.
"There seems to be quite a lot of people... The head of the sect waits for a moment... I'll go back." After Qin Ming finished speaking, he tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and the people had already flew into the air. Then seven lights rushed out of his camp. Qin Ming stepped on seven flying swords and went in the air...
"Senior Brother, you are not righteous!! I haven't moved my muscles for a long time!!" The fourth old man Situ Chengqian shouted, stomped the ground and chased after him. There were only four flying swords flying out of his tent, but these four flying swords were more like four iron plates with handles than swords! Although they also have the shape of swords, each one was as wide as two adult men!!!
The old man looked at their backs as they were leaving, stroked his beards, turned his head and smiled at his second senior brother Liu Zihao, "Second Brother, please help me protect my grandson, I'm also a little...hehehe...it's itchy..."
After the old man said that, he was about to leave, but Liu Zihao was one step faster, pressed his shoulder, pulled him back, and then said with a smile: "You said that it is your grandson, so of course you should go and protect him yourself!"
After saying that, he flew over the ground without waiting for the old man to speak back. However, what jumped out of his tent were seven blunt weapons, seven of which were of varying lengths, maces!
The old man shook his head helplessly. When he turned to look for his junior sister, he found that his junior sister had not even called him, and had already flew out a hundred feet away and headed towards another wave of thieves. Behind her were seven slender iron nails that didn't even have a handle!
Soon, waves of wail and roar sounded in the baggage camp, and countless soldiers from Shadow Wolf Pavilion died under the six flying swords that the master was wandering around. However, he himself, like a sword immortal, stepped on the last flying sword and stood in the air.
The flying maces of different lengths of the second master are like their appearance. Some are fast, some are slow, and they are as fast as lightning. They block the opponent's weapons and block the opponent's movements. Those slightly slower will produce a fatal blow with great force and heavy force, and will die when they touch it, without exception!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Four huge iron plates surrounded the Fourth Master Uncle and took photos with loud noises! Wherever they passed, the soldiers of the Shadow Wolf Pavilion could not even wail, so they were photographed into meat paste!
But the fifth uncle Yu Mohan was the opposite of him. Not only was his footwork light like a bee butterfly, it was dazzling, but even her seven iron nails were like embroidery needles that were flying rapidly, constantly "threading needles" in the crowd, and bright red blood flowers bloomed!
"You all have fun! What should I do if I'm so anxious!!" The old man stomped his feet, but he had no choice but to sigh and quickly walked to Wang Wensheng's tent.
As soon as he lifted the curtain, the old man smiled. It turned out that Wen Sheng had been awakened by the movements outside, and Wen Pei was holding a sword in one hand and firmly protecting him behind him with the other hand.
"Wake up? It's good to wake up... I'll save you from going out tomorrow and be scared." The old man looked at Wensheng and Wen Pei and smiled. He found a place to lift his robe and sit down. However, his legs couldn't help but shake up and down, fully conveying the old man's bored mood at this moment...
"Do you have tea? Make me a bowl! Jingjing..." The old man was so annoyed that he spoke directly.
"Oh! Yes! My ancestors wait!" Wen Pei finally reacted completely at this time, hurriedly put the sword on the ground, and ran to make tea for the old man...
After all, when the old man comes, his little master will be completely safe.
I picked up the burning copper pot on the stove and brewed a bowl of hot tea for the old man. Before I handed it over, I heard the movement outside gradually lightening. When the old man took the tea and took a sip, everything calmed down.
Four figures slid into the curtain.
"Happy!! Very happy! Hahaha!" The fourth uncle laughed while patting his stomach.
"Hey? I have tea? Then please ask this friend to make a bowl of me." Qin Ming smiled politely and sat next to the old man.
"Hmph!" The old man snorted coldly, stood up, looked at the red brothers, and was even more angry. He walked directly to the other side of the tent, hid far away and kept silent.
The second uncle looked at the old man's angry back, smiled, walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "The leader doesn't have to be so angry. In fact, during the fight just now, the other party ran away several times. You have to be really itchy. You go out to chase him now! You can catch up!"
"Chasing now?" The old man turned his head and glanced at the second master, then sighed, and pondered: "Forget it, I can't afford to lose that person!"
"Look at him! He's still trying to get the energy!" The second uncle pointed at the old man and laughed.
"Forget it! Then let's help him find it!"
"Okay! I am the East, you are the West, the eldest brother is the North, and the second brother is the South!"
"good!"
With the word "good" sound, the four people released their energy at the same time, instantly covering dozens of miles apart.
Yu Mohan, who was in charge of the west, stood up directly and said with a smile: "Senior brothers, you can look west!!"
"Oh hehe!! The third senior brother has copied this big one!! There are so many more!!" The fourth senior uncle also stood up with an excited look on his face at this time.
The old man looked at them, frowned, and said suspiciously: "Are you guys joining together to find happiness for me?"
While speaking, he also released his energy and looked west, then raised his eyebrows and showed a smirk...
And at the same time, in the valley five miles away...
The Shadow Wolf Pavilion soldiers who were responsible for recycling corpses and weapons were talking and laughing the previous second, boasting about their respective contributions, but the next second, they suddenly turned into mutes, all of them as quiet as a cicada, with their faces as blue!
Some people sweated like rain, some people couldn't stop trembling, and some people even knelt on the ground with a "gum" sound...
"What's wrong with you guys?" Xianyukozig was just holding a Warwick rifle and praising everyone, but the next second, they all became the current ghostly appearance, and suddenly an ominous premonition came to him.
And these soldiers from Shadow Wolf Pavilion were like they had lost their souls. They wanted to speak, but they couldn't hear what they were saying. Only the president among the group, trembling for a long time, finally said a whole sentence.
"Prince!!!Run!!!Hurry!!!Run!!!Hurry!!!The east side!!!Four, four realms!!!And...there is another one!!!Yes!Yes!!The Grandmaster—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"What--!!???" Xian Yu Kezig was shocked in an instant!!!