Mo Wangzai calculated it carefully and said, "More than five thousand."

Next, Long Yikong, more than three thousand.

Feng Wanxia, ​​more than three thousand.

Do not delete the extra parts, and only record numbers like five thousand and three thousand.

A horse travels a thousand miles and three thousand.

A hundred oxen fight three thousand.

There are ninety-two thousand sheep.

Recording completed.

"As for these properties, those that cannot be collected temporarily will not be recorded. We will count them after we return and put them into storage."

"yes."

Fang Che said: "Remember, only when it is in our hands and enters the warehouse of our Night Demon Cult, it is considered your own! Do you understand?"

"Yes, leader."

"Set off!"

Along the way, several people looked at Ding Juran with admiration. This kid... he was so inconspicuous, like a boring gourd, and he actually killed more people than us? And he was so many more!

The numbers are huge!

"Old Mo, are you sure you can fuck him?" Long Yikong said while walking.

"Not sure. His sword is too ruthless."

Mo Wan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Even if he is capable, if it comes to life and death, the outcome will probably be that my origin explodes and I become a useless person, while Ding Jingran becomes a dead person. That's the result."

After hearing this statement, several people sighed.

As for the competition... a few people didn't even think about it. Because Ding Juran, a killer, could only differentiate between life and death, and there was no discussion of competition.

Ding Juran followed the team without saying a word, pretending to be unaware of the gazes constantly surrounding him.

His eyes just moved around on Night Demon.

In less than two days of contact, he once again had a new understanding of this world-famous night devil.

This man's ferocity and ruthlessness, as well as his genius in martial arts, were the first to be seen in so many years.

Be tenacious, decisive, decisive, and never sloppy.

Just do it, without any delay.

Lawless and without scruples.

Ding Juran felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

Because, when he mentally compared Boss Fang Che and the Night Demon in front of him, he found that Boss Fang... was not as good as this Night Demon!

The Night Demon definitely does not have the emotional ties that Boss Fang has. Friends, brothers, family...this Night Demon has none of them.

It seems that in his life, there is only killing, only killing!

And, the road to martial arts!

Apart from this, anything else, even the Night Demon Sect he is currently running, is dispensable to this Night Demon!

The Guangming Sect, one of the five southeastern sects, was wiped out by him without even an excuse!

Just because he wants to establish the teaching base of the Night Demon Sect!

In fact, Ding Juran guessed one thing: it was not just the teaching base, but this night devil who was poor!

Therefore, the wealth accumulated by the Guangming Sect over thousands of years is the real goal of this night demon, otherwise, people would not count it so carefully.

All the way to Jiulong Stream, where the headquarters of the Three Saints Sect is located.

But...when approaching Jiulong Stream...

The golden-horned dragon suddenly smelled of danger.

Fang Che waved his hand and the group hid.

The four guides were knocked unconscious by Fang Che at the same time and fell unconscious under the snow.

News came from the Golden Horned Dragon.

There are two people in the Kowloon stream in front, and these two people have been met at the Tianxia Escort Bureau.

Fang Che immediately knew who the Golden Horned Jiao was talking about.

Cover one, cover two.

Feng Yun's two bodyguards.

As for why I am here, it is because I must have understood my next goal. In other words... the news about my annihilation of the Guangming Sect has been spread.

Feng Yun already knew.

"This is a serious matter! We were still a step too late, but we still found out!"

Fang Che was very frustrated. How did the news get out?

Gu Shanfeng, the first person he killed, was supposed to have cut off his connection with Feng Yun.

But then he sighed: "I ignored it. I shouldn't have come to Jiulong Stream this time. It was a waste of time."

Mo Wang was a little confused and asked: "Leader?"

"There is a blocker in front of us. They are people from our southeast headquarters. Young Master Feng Yun already knows about the Guangming Sect."

Fang Che sighed: "I only killed Gu Shanfeng, but I ignored that the people under Gu Shanfeng have been entrenched in the southeast for thousands of years. Some of them must have connections with the southeast headquarters. There is no need to have many such people, just

If you need one, that’s enough.”

"Messages are constantly being intercepted. No matter what, it only takes a few words using the Five Spirit Gu."

"So, after attacking the Guangming Sect, the Three Saints Sect in Jiulongjian should not come."

"I see."

Mo Wang's expression changed: "Then now..."

"Retreat to the original route and return to the Night Demon Cult."

Fang Che made a quick decision: "The situation here is beyond control!"

The group of people retreated and turned in silence, wandering like ghosts for four thousand miles before finally relaxing.

"Find a place to rest."

Fang Che ordered: "Ding Juran, go!"

Along the way, all the work fell on Ding Juran, and the targeting was very obvious.

Dante had to do it alone, and he had to do it perfectly.

Otherwise, you will be beaten, scolded or ridiculed by the Night Demon Leader.

On this point, Fang Che knew very well: Others may leave. Even Mo Wang, if he leaves one day and does not come back, there is nothing he can do.

But it was absolutely impossible for Ding Guran to leave.

Even if he was beaten to the eighteenth level of hell by himself every day, Ding Juran would not leave.

Because he carries his mission on his shoulders!

So Fang Che used various reasons to exploit Ding Juran like crazy.

He wanted to train Ding Juran into an all-rounder in the shortest possible time.

He even keeps squeezing Ding Ziran's martial arts potential! Treating Ding Ziran every day is like an experienced blacksmith forging fine steel.

Crazy hammer!

Ding Juran quickly found a mountain wall, moved the snow, and then dug a hole in the mountain wall.

There was also a cave with two corners, and Ding Juran knocked it out without making any sound.

Because during the last break, Fang Che asked Ding Juran to drill a hole, and he got a straight one. Fang Che scolded him, and he was punched and kicked until blood spurted out.

Even if he made a sound, he would be beaten violently.

So Ding Jieran learned his lesson now, built a curved passage, made the space inside larger, and then laid the animal skins before going out to report.

"Good fight!"

Ding Juran reports.

Fang Che punched and kicked him again: "Asshole, you don't even know how to call the leader? Is this how you report? Are you still fighting? Are you fighting well? Are you fighting well... You can't even say three words.

?”

"I will make you cherish your words like gold!!"

"I made you silent!"

Bang bang bang...

Ding Juran was beaten until he was rolling on the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
To be continued...