"Ahem... why is this so fellow Taoist? Don't listen to Qin's kind words..."

The wind followed, and in the quiet night, Deng Fan was surrounded by a group of faint shadows.

"Just just for self-protection..."

Looking at the paper men with distorted faces in the dark, with exaggerated blush on their faces and a strange smile, Deng Fan suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, but his face was not moved at all.

"In this chaotic world, with the ability of fellow Taoists, the world is so great that it cannot be found. Why should you live in this remote small county? Why not follow me to join Yuan Gong's command?"

"With Qin's recommendation, I will never enjoy the fame, wealth and wealth at that time! Wouldn't it be fun..."

If it were not necessary, the papermaker actually did not want to be an enemy of Deng Fan, but it was not that he was afraid of Deng Fan.

Instead, practicing the art of left-mindedness, which is eroded by the alien qi of heaven and earth, will lose life. The more profound the technique, the more severe the corresponding life will be.

He is nearly fifty years old now, and he seems to be living a life in a few years. If he had not been deeply favored by Yuan Fengchu, he would not have committed himself to a warlord. With his current body, fame, wealth and power, he would be like a cloud in the sky.

To recruit Deng Fan, one was to find a helper for Yuan Fengchu to replace him before he died, and the other was that he would not be willing to consume his energy. His body was now exhausted and his lamp was exhausted. Every time he used magic, he was at the cost of consuming life. If it were not necessary, he would naturally not want to do so.

"I am a shallow and poor person. I want to live a few more years, but I dare not get involved in this dispute in this world."

When Deng Fan realized the upcoming Ming Yi and Ming Er, he immediately felt confident and no longer felt guilty.

There are indeed many benefits to seeking warlords. Whether it is to use the power of warlords to collect various cultivation resources or provide money, it can save time.

But Deng Fan knew better that as much as he got, the corresponding amount of money he had to pay. The power of those warlords was never so easy to borrow.

Although he is just a left-minded person, his practice always emphasizes a "straightforward" in order to ensure that his true spirit cannot be covered with dust. If he is willing to give it to others, then what kind of Tao will he practice and what method will he practice.

"Array!"

Seeing that Deng Fan did not realize his kindness, the papermaker stopped persuading him. With a loud roar, the papermaker hidden in the night suddenly moved, using his body as a shield, holding spears in his hands, arranged in an array, and protecting the papermaker behind him.

"Military formation..."

Looking at the orderly paper man in front of him, Deng Fan's eyebrows suddenly condensed. These paper man acted neatly and obeyed orders, but it was more terrible than any army.

"prick!"

With the sound of the papermaker, hundreds of paper people immediately moved and spears stabbed out.

"Bang! Puff puff..."

Just when Deng Fan was hiding, a tall black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, jumped into the formation, and protected him under him.

Hundreds of spears pricked on the body of the shadow, as if piercing into a rotten wood. The wide robe on the shadow's body suddenly turned into pieces of cloth and flew in the night sky.

"Green zombie..."

Looking at the green hair that was waving in the cold wind, the papermaker's face was also on the same side. He had only heard of this immortal monster, and it was the first time he had actually seen it.

Looking at the spears pierced into the body of the green zombie, Deng Fan's face changed drastically at this time. Although the green zombie body is not as good as the real gold and iron body, it is as solid as a rock. The idle gold and iron gun has no great force to pierce the layer of green hair on his body. You can imagine how terrible these paper men are.

"The ancestor gave the Dharma, and human corpses were sent to the spirit..."

Seeing that the situation was not as optimistic as he imagined, Deng Fan was also ruthless and reached out to remove the scarlet talisman from the green staggered forehead.

"roar..."

As a tyrannical feeling arose from Deng Fan's heart, a sudden burst of bloodthirsty and tyranny appeared in the green zombie eyes that were originally dull, and the miserable green corpse energy around him faintly emerged from his body.

Looking at the green zombie who rushed into the military formation in an instant, Deng Fan endured the tyranny and bloodthirst in his heart, and his figure was like a loach, following him tightly.

"kill!"

Seeing that the green zombie suddenly became crazy, a sharp shout suddenly came from the military formation, hundreds of paper people immediately surrounded him, spears in his hands pierced out one after another, and his steps were neat and extremely fast.

"Thorn..."

Faced with these paper men with infinite power and hard body, the green zombie did not avoid it at all. The claws opened and closed were like a cow striking. The paper men blocked in front of him were either knocked away or torn to pieces.

"Use blood as a sacrifice, and cut paper into soldiers...Yellow Turban Strongman!"

Seeing that his baby paper man suffered heavy losses under the ravage of green zombies, the papermaker was so distressed that his heart twitched, and he immediately threw out four pieces of yellow paper in his hand.

He was a bronze hero who was different from ordinary paper men. He rushed out of the military formation and stood in front of the Green Zombie.

"clang!..."

As the fists and claws intersected, a cluster of Mars suddenly lit up in the dark.

"Walk..."

Looking at the four brass men who suddenly appeared, Deng Fan's face changed suddenly, and he jumped up, lying firmly on the green slack back.

Under Deng Fan's control, although the green zombie instinctively struggled for a while, it was not strong. She directly pulled the onions on the dry land, rushed out of the military formation, and rushed towards Nujiao County.

With Deng Fan's order to retreat, on the other side, Ming Er, who had not entered the military formation from beginning to end, also gave up entanglement with the paper man and returned to the original road of Nujiao County.

......

"Ahem...we'll go back too!"

Watching Deng Fan break out, the papermaker did not chase after him, but just covered his chest with a pale face and coughed twice.

"Master Qin! Why did you let him go..."

"Do your own business well, how do I do it? Do you still need to know if you are not successful..."

He glanced at the man in black beside him with a gloomy face, and the words of the papermaker were filled with coldness.

"Don't dare..."

Faced with the papermaker's bad tone, the man in black suddenly felt a sudden heart and quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake.

Until the paper man carried the papermaker's sedan chair away, he dared to raise his head and grabbed his companion who was injured by Deng Fan on the ground with a look of fear. Several ups and downs disappeared into the night.

......

Back silently back to the cellar of his own courtyard, Deng Fan looked at Ming Yi and Ming Er, who were covered in scars, with gloomy eyes.

This time, I worked with Fei Ruhe just to protect myself, but I didn't know that I was involved in such a bullshit.

I thought it was just an external left-minded art of contempt for imperial power, and wanted to make trouble in Nujiao County. If he had known that it would involve disputes between warlords and local families, he would not have been eager to get in.

But now that I have been in this muddy water, it is probably unrealistic to get out of here. Instead of doing so, it is better to turn passive into initiative and strive to find a balance between these two forces and gain enough benefits.
Chapter completed!