Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 179 Grandmaster Walks All Over The Ground?
The forest trembled, the winter leaves rustled down, the figures of the four masters kept flickering, their surging cultivation levels collided, and the sonic boom rang through the entire Fuding Mountain.

Fang Chengtian, the master of the Tiangang Disha forces, is too powerful, and the two or three of Wen Yu, Wu Wei, and Jia joined forces, and they faintly fell into a disadvantage.

In the cottage, Zhao Wujiang gently rested his fingers on Wang Xi's pulse to diagnose the situation in Wang Xi's body.

"Master Zhao, how's the eldest brother?" The second monkey's face was no longer pale and had blood, and he had recovered a lot after taking Zhao Wujiang's medicine.

"There is no danger of life. All functions are intact. Logically speaking, he should have woken up early."

Zhao Wujiang murmured, he had to find a quiet place to investigate with all his heart before he knew what the problem was, but now that the war was about to start, it was not the right time, the most urgent task was to completely deal with the invading enemy.

In the gray world in his eyes, he already felt that many groups of lucky lights were approaching, presumably it was the help of the forces of Tiangang and Disha who were coming.

"You and Sanpang take good care of Wang Xi. If something goes wrong, take her away immediately."

The sapphire bracelet in Wang Xi's hand turned into sapphire-colored liquid, flowing into Zhao Wujiang's hand, he strode out, and arrived outside the cottage in the blink of an eye.

The bloodstains outside the stronghold were those of the earth demons that Wen Yuru wolfed into the flock of sheep and slaughtered just now. The corpses were lying on the ground, either dead, bloody, or separated.

When master masters fight, most of them return to the basics, and every move contains surging energy. Just now, Wen Yu just dropped ten times with one force, directly and quickly beheading these supernatural earth evil spirits.

Zhao Wujiang noticed a strange phenomenon, the blood on the bodies of these fallen earth demons was drying up quickly, but within the time of a cup of tea, these dead earth demons looked like mummified corpses from a distance.

This familiar scene made Zhao Wujiang think of the soldiers and horses who died around Zhouliu City during the Eastern Expedition to Baekje, the blood on those corpses also dried up very quickly, as if something was swallowing the blood.

Zhao Wujiang couldn't allow Zhao Wujiang to think too much, the sound of piercing the air continued to come, and a dozen black-faced and silver-mooned black-robed Dishas arrived in front of Zhao Wujiang's eyes. This was the helping hand of the Tiangang Disha forces.

Out of more than a dozen earth demons, two people came out. They were the two Tiangangs with silver faces and black moons. One was tall and strutting with his hands behind his back, while the other had a lazy posture and a leisurely look.

"Fang Lao Liu is willing to send a signal. It seems that he has encountered a difficult person." The tall Tiangang said, gloating.

The lazy Tian Gang looked at Zhao Wujiang and the others who were waiting in full force, and sneered, "Brother, why don't we help?"

"Little Twelve, you still don't have a long memory, don't you know that Fang Laoliu hates other people meddling in his prey?
He's signaling not for us to help him, but for us to deal with these people. "Ba Tiangang laughed.

The two talked in front of Zhao Wujiang and others, and they didn't pay attention to Zhao Wujiang and others at all. After all, they were masters, and Zhao Wujiang and others were extraordinary.

"Who should be killed first?" Twelve Tiangang pinched his fingers and swept towards Zhao Wujiang and the others.

A beautiful woman, an old man, a Confucian shirt, and a handsome young man.

He walked towards Zhao Wujiang slowly, as if he was taking a walk, and said lazily: "I like killing handsome men the most."

Zhao Wujiang looked at Grandmaster Tiangang who was walking slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, in his eyes, in a gray and white world, a figure with dark yellow mist rising around him slowly approached him.

He was ready to fight, and under the sleeve robe, the bronze liquid was continuously flowing on his arm.

Huayu, the elder of Baihua Palace, showed despair. The young master brought by Zhao Wujiang killed more than 20 superpowers. Not long after, so many powerhouses came again, not to mention the fact that there were two Tiangang who were in the realm of the masters. .

The old Taoist priest Zhang Lindao looked solemn and kept fiddling with the compass.

The doctor Lin Lang dodged his eyes, thinking about how to escape.

The war is about to start.

"Hoo!" A three-foot green blade descended from the sky, and thrust obliquely in front of Twelve Tiangang's body.

"Little Twelve, you ran really fast just now!"

An elegant figure flashed in front of Zhao Wujiang, and lightly tapped the three-foot green front with his toes.

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a relaxed face, his sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, he was wearing a green shirt, and he carried a sword box on his back.

Zhao Wujiang noticed one thing, the man standing on the three-foot green front had thick calluses on his hands, presumably caused by holding a sword all year round, and this man's eyes were all bright, but the whites of his eyes were all white, he was obviously blind.

"Hmph!" Twelve Tiangang stopped walking towards Zhao Wujiang, and looked at the man standing on the three-foot green sword carrying the sword box in front of him, with fear in his eyes.

They met on another battlefield just now, and the three-foot green sharp edge in Jian Xiazi's hand made him breathless.

"Li Chenghao, the blind man of Jianzhong!" Huayu, the elder of Baihua Palace, exclaimed, her eyes were full of splendor, and her hanging heart was slowly let go at this moment. With the blind man here, they had a little more chance of winning.

Jianzhong is well-known in the Jianghu, and all the sects are masters of sword use, and Li Chenghao is the unworldly arrogance of the contemporary Jianzhong, who has invaded the master for many years.

"Hey, Xiaoba. I heard from the lord that you are a strong man in the late stage of the master, why don't you and I compete." Li Chenghao's face was full of smiles, and a three-foot green blade flew out of the sword box. A sword pointed at Ba Tiangang.

Ba Tiangang flicked his fingers, shot out the energy in his hand, and collided with Li Chenghao's sword energy. In an instant, a turbulent air wave swept the entire field, falling leaves flew, sand and stones flew, Zhao Wujiang and others only felt that they were being beaten by the strong wind.

A green blade with a handle on the sword box whizzed out, Li Chenghao stepped on the long sword, and in the blink of an eye, he fought Ba Tiangang far away and disappeared.

Flower language, Zhang Lindao, Lin Lang, and the three looked stagnant, blind sword, are you leaving now?There is another master here.

Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent, before the blind man Li Chenghao left, a whisper came into his ears.

"Boy, your people are here!"

The eyes under the mask of Twelve Heavens Gang were full of murderous intent. He was about to attack Zhao Wujiang when he saw ripples suddenly appearing in mid-air beside Zhao Wujiang.

Chang'an, heavy snow.

The secretary saves one place.

Inside the main hall were busy figures coming and going, they were not wearing the official uniform of the Ministry of Secretary, they were all in black robes.

There are bookshelves all around. On the bookshelves are not isolated copies of ancient books, but scrolls with names of people written on them.

What is even more peculiar is that the entire surface is no longer bluestone slabs, but bronze.

Wang Yifang was sitting on a wooden chair, and in front of him were two old men, one with a smile on his face and the other with a fierce look.

The smiling old man bowed: "Wang Zun, Zhao Zun has arrived in Fulu Prefecture."

"Tiangangdisha dispatched too many Tiangangs this time, and all four, six, and eighty-two went to Fulu Prefecture." The angry-faced old man said in a deep voice.

"What about sorrow and joy?" Wang Yifang said slowly, and someone handed over a scroll, which was the latest news.

The smiling old man said with a chuckle: "Always be by Zhao Zun's side, and take good care of him."

Wang Yifang nodded, and slowly spread out the scroll in his hand, his eyes scanned the message, becoming more and more dignified.

"It really is you! It's been a long time." He murmured softly, a little surprised by the news in the scroll, but not so surprised.

"Both of you, hurry to Lingnan Road!"

Wang Yifang lowered his voice.

The two old men said yes, and disappeared out of thin air, leaving only ripples in the air that dissipated like water waves.

(End of this chapter)