“…system…draw the martial arts turntable….”

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said, "Take me again... and I'll kill you together."

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"It is being extracted... System prompt: Congratulations to the host for obtaining Yinfeng Ghost Crying Claw, which is amazingly powerful and used with caution."

Bai Ning turned around from the night, his eyes were sharp and sinister, and his voice was cold and as cold as frost. He spread among the mountains and forests, "Prepare it and act according to the plan."

After saying that, his figure was like the wind, his palace robe was flying, and the tree body left five and a half finger-deep scratches.

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In the barren Nanping, people come and go. There are beggars on both sides of the streets that emit stench. There are even such people in every city. If you meet a kind passerby, you will throw a copper coin or two, and then a vicious person will grab coins from the broken bowl with warmth.

The red sunset shines on the dilapidated and bustling streets. From the angle of the street, the orange sunset folded down from the thatched roof has a breathtaking beauty. There is no clouds there, and the sunset falls on the edge of the mountain in the distance. The layers of mountain tops all turn purple-brown, turning more like smearing in the sky.

The beggar on the edge of the street didn't care about the copper coins that others took from the broken bowl at his feet, nor did he care about the vicious person spitting at him. After wiping it off, he still looked at the sunset.

He used to like this, especially when watching the sunset in Xixia, it was even more different. His name was Fencho. The life palace was invaded by the main evil. He died of giving birth as soon as he was born. When he was five years old, his father died of illness and died. People around him thought that his life was a misunderstanding. However, his father's brother couldn't stand it, so he took him in.

Finally, when he was fifteen years old, the capturing army captured the dynasty and was captured, and there was no news since then. And that year, someone from the village came to preach, so he went over to listen. With just a glance, Fang Cai was taken by the man and brought back to the Moyun Sect. Later, he needed to preach in the Wu Dynasty, so he followed him together.

His martial arts skills are not very high, but his strange and terrifying life experience makes people unable to get close to him. Although he was later named the Twelve Gods of Jiangnan in the sect, he was no exception. The person who was born in the filial piety and said, "The guest is here to be a sacred person" is regarded as unknown.

He has no many friends. If Shen Qian, the god of mourning who died half a month ago, would be nothing now. Half of the assassinations against these northern rangers in the past half month were actually done through his hands. Sometimes he sat there and didn't mind others teasing him, because he always looked at others with a look of looking at the dead.

In fact, Wanchang always hopes that one day he can be killed earlier.

...

The sunset was about to go down, and lanterns were hung on shops under the eaves of the street. But Fengchang noticed that this place was different from usual. These rangers seemed to be hiding something. For a person who was exploring the news, it was more tempting than a beauty. He stood up and pretended to look for a place to sleep tonight, and slowly followed the secret flow of people.

People in groups of three or three began to gather, whispering to each other, paying attention to the people around them with vigilant eyes. When they saw him, they turned away in disgust. Such gazes were no longer surprising.

"As a matter of fact, they were still rushing like headless flies last night?" Fan Chou smiled contemptuously and continued to walk forward.

However, he was soon blocked by someone secretly and drove away from the front, where the heavy sword gate was stationed. He usually leaned over and didn't know how many times, but this time he was driven away.

Anyway, for his current identity, he was a beggar. He didn't go far, and sat down and watched from a nearby place with a good view.

Not long after, more and more people leaned over and then dispersed the leaves. The people were murderous intent on their faces. Feng Chou believed that they had read it correctly. He looked at their immediate direction in the north. He frowned and slowly walked back, and then began to speed up.

Because to the north, no one was lurking there.

In other words, when the people from the East Factory came, the northern grasslands in the city should have rushed to them.

After waiting for half a month, he finally arrived.

..... The message conveyed was conveyed very quickly through him, and then he turned back, hanging behind the northern grassland, and then went to see. At this time, the last trace of afterglow disappeared. In the dark forest, he followed the torches scattered in the distance. Finally, he suddenly heard loudly cursing, shouting, with a strong northern dialect.

Then, the sound of weapons slamming, and the heart beat wildly. It seemed that the task could be completed this time.

The battle was louder and louder, like a huge wave spreading among the mountains hidden by the nearby woods, and the hillside was spreading, and flames and sword lights kept flashing in the eyes of the celestial world.

Occasionally, a few people from the world would run over to him. At most, after running over, he would look back at him, and then scolded: "If you fight in the world, just rely on yourself if you don't want your life."

Then he joined the battle ranks of the opposite side.

However, Wanchou didn't care about the man's words. Whether out of concern or warning, he kept leaning in a similar direction. After walking for a long time, he found the person he was looking for through the mark.

There were shadows hiding in the forest. He made an incision before entering the hidden area. There was a guy with four swords on his back and was eager to go over and asked him what had happened before.

"It's not time yet, wait a little longer, He Tong and others have not come yet."

Rancho is like a commander who is holding a wise bead. He looks at the figures of fire and sword fighting in the mountains and forests in the distance with blurred eyes. "After all the people, they will kill almost the same, so that we can do our best."

"I try not to talk nonsense this time and kill more. I heard that Bai Jinchen is coming, if he can kill him, hehe! After returning, even if I stand in front of the leader and the others, I, Zhuo Wanli, can speak with my back straight." The person with four swords on his back bit the grass roots and was looking forward to it.

Behind them, forty or fifty figures were touching, and after a few sounds of birds, they also mixed into the team here. If Yan Qing was present, the person in the lead would definitely be surprised. It turned out that this person was Zhao An, who had been reporting to the leader of the Red Horse Gang in Luoyang outside the city. But that was just a pseudonym, and his real identity was the "Leopard Tail God" and Tong among the twelve gods in Jiangnan.

"How is the situation?"

A long axe hit the ground, He Tong sat down and asked, "Will there be a fraud?"

Fan Chou certainly nodded, "Well, it's not a bad thing to wait for more than one year. I've been waiting for half a month, so don't rush for a while. If the other party acts, it will naturally not be able to continue acting later. If you really do it, you will definitely die, and you will be clear at a glance."

Then, he looked around and said in confusion: "Why didn't Gao Keli, the 'Tai Sui God', see others coming?"

He Tong stared at the place where the fire and sword were fighting in front of him, and also bit a grass and said, "That guy has been alone. He has met twice in the past half month. Anyway, the signal has been sent out, so he will naturally come when he sees it."

They whispered, and the time slowly moved to the early morning. The sound of fighting in the mountains and forests gradually became weaker. A few figures were wandering in the forest, as if they were saving people or finishing the knife. At this time, the "Yellow Banner God" Zhuo Wanli spit out the grass roots, stride out, pulled out a sword and held it in his hand and rushed towards the other side.

Behind him, the category of "Hangke God", "Leopard Tail God" and Tong, as well as the "Taisui God" who was hiding where Gao Keli, the people brought by the mountains, forests, and the shrubs, were all dispatched at this time, and seven or eight hundred people formed a wave of waves surrounded them.

As the lit torches were raised one by one, they spread out and rushed over and came to the fighting forest. However, there were "corpses" on the ground, and no one was seen.

Fan Cho's face suddenly changed, he took a step back in shock, "There is no smell of blood..."

"There is no bloody smell..." Everyone, including He Tong and others, murmured, looking at the corpses on the ground in confusion.

Then… those ‘corpses’ moved.

The fires were bright around.

PS: There was originally a chapter of anti-encirclement and suppression, so it might have to stay for tomorrow. As for fighting with the system, it would have to stay for tomorrow. Ah, please give me some rewards and recommendations. There is no way. Chunfeng should lower the plot, otherwise the plot would not be on the shelves on the 14th.
Chapter completed!