Slag Reconstruction System

Xing Wufeng knew that these apprentices were harboring ulterior motives, and in the end he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree to attack the Skyhawk Sect.I just don't know if this Tianying Cult is as powerful as the Tianying Cult written by Grandpa Jin Yong.

However, no one told him that they used to fly down the mountain!

Under the silent eyes of all the disciples, he leaned forward pretending to be calm, and looked down with his neck propped up.The clouds were floating in the air like cotton wool, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance. He obviously couldn't see anything, but he pretended to check it out, and then slowly moved back to the original place.

"Well, very good, all the disciples of Lingyun Palace have arrived, it seems that the Skyhawk Sect is already in my pocket."

Xing Wufeng didn't write a draft when he told a lie, God knows that he would like to pass out immediately now, and don't just fall off the mountain and become a meatloaf.

Although he wanted to pretend to be dizzy, he was afraid of being plotted against by Qiu Luochen's traitor again. After thinking about it, he finally set his sights on the abstract group of four.Xing Wufeng doesn't have prosopagnosia, but he still can't tell the difference between these four cannon fodder.What's even more deceitful is that these four people died as soon as they appeared on the stage, and the original author didn't have time to name them.

Xing Wufeng definitely can't really jump down, isn't that courting death, the persimmon still needs to be picked softly, he raised his finger and pointed at the four of them, and said in a deep voice: "I am going down the mountain rashly like this, it is not enough to highlight the extravagant and prosperous style of my teaching , you wait to find a sedan chair first, I want to destroy the prestige of the Skyhawk Sect."

Group of four: "Yes, master."

They saluted Xing Wufeng slightly, jumped off the edge of the cliff without saying a word, and disappeared into the white clouds in a blink of an eye.

This is the first time that Xing Wufeng felt the wonder of this world so clearly and intuitively, and he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

It's so cool, is this light work, or some other kind of practice.

Xing Wufeng was quite excited. When a person is excited, he tends to seek approval from others. He turned his head and was about to open his mouth when he suddenly met the indescribable expressions of the three apprentices.He silently closed his mouth, then stretched out his hands to tidy up his clothes, and regained his expressionless expression.

Qiu Luochen: Hmph, this old devil is still the same as before, he pays attention to pomp in everything.

Xie Zi: Master, he just smiled at me, why?

Mu Xin: Master, he is an old man, he must have a bad waist, um, I need to be considerate.

Xing Wufeng didn't know what the three apprentices were thinking, but he was secretly thankful for his quick wit just now.It's not easy, it's not easy, if the system doesn't return to normal, he won't be able to support it.

After a cup of tea, four abstract disciples flew back carrying a golden sedan chair.

Xing Wufeng was a little bit about to cry, he almost didn't tell others that the leader of the Demon Cult was sitting in such a windy sedan chair, and he didn't know if he could hide in this sedan chair when he fought with the Sky Eagle Cult. for a moment.

"Well, not bad." He praised without a smile on his face, opened the curtain and sat in.

Through the curtain, he scanned everyone's faces one by one. In order to show that they treat everyone equally, he deliberately stopped for a few seconds on the cannon fodder four, "Let's go."

"Yes, master." The seven agreed respectfully.

The next moment, Xing Wufeng only felt that the sedan chair flew up out of thin air, and there was continuous airflow pouring in from the outside, which made his face hurt.It was only a moment to fly from the mountain to the bottom, but for Xing Wufeng, it was the longest period of his life.When he realized that the sedan chair was gently placed on the ground, he felt that he had died several times.

"Welcome the leader to come out of the mountain, the leader will be a thousand years old."

Voices in twos and threes came and went, not as loud as the voices of his seven apprentices.

Xing Wufeng let out a heavy breath, raised his hand and opened the curtain, before he could say something, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.Is this all the disciples in the sect that Qiu Luochen said?What about the magnificent momentum and thousands of horses and horses in the imagination?According to his visual estimation, the number of people does not exceed 30. Could it be that he just brought such a few people to attack the Tianying Cult, whose name is so awesome! ! !

After a long time, he helped his dropped jaw and recovered his voice: "Hehe, get up."

The muscles on his face were a little stiff, and Xing Wufeng laughed dryly a few times, but in the eyes of everyone, he had a completely different look.The leader really deserves to be the leader. When attacking the enemy, his aura is at full strength. It seems that attacking the Skyhawk Cult is a piece of cake.Everyone was full of confidence, they pressed their pressure on their dantian, and replied with a loud voice: "Yes, the leader."

Xing Wufeng shook his hands, and the curtain came down. He rubbed his brows helplessly in the sedan chair, and said, "Let's go."

I thought it would take some time during the journey, but I didn't expect that the disciples under my seat are very good at lightness kung fu, but within half a stick of incense, I arrived at the gate of the Sky Eagle Sect.The members of the Skyhawk Sect had already stood guard at the door of their house, staring at them as if facing a formidable enemy.

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in a non-mainstream way. He was wrapped in animal skins, with most of his arms exposed. He also had eagle tattoos on his arms, like a caveman.

The caveman at the top of the mountain took the lead, staring at Xing Wufeng as if he was dead, and said bluntly: "It is rumored that the Lingyun Palace has dominated the martial arts for [-] years, and the dragon has seen its head but not its tail. Today, the old man will learn from it. Master Xing, please."

Mo Laoxie shook the animal skin, took a steady horse step, and raised his hand, quite like a master.

With a face full of lovelessness, Xing Wufeng pulled down the curtain, turned to lift the tassel of the window, glanced at all the disciples one by one, and then waved at Mu Xin.

It's better to be black-bellied than Qiu Luochen's ugly face.

Holding a folding fan in his hand, the young man walked gracefully to the side of the sedan chair, leaned slightly, and asked, "Master, what's your order?"

Xing Wufeng said: "Today, as a teacher, I want to see if you have improved your martial arts these days, and I will leave this old man to you to deal with."

Mu Xin hesitated slightly: "Yes, master."

Mo Laoxie could hear it clearly from a distance, and immediately felt extremely humiliated.Xing Wufeng actually looked down on him so much, and sent his apprentice to stand with him, it would be too contemptuous of him.The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the two flesh on his cheeks were bulging, "Xing Wufeng, are you afraid that you will send an apprentice who doesn't even have full hair? When the old man wins, let alone me Bully."

Xing Wufeng was indeed afraid, but he still thought about hiding for a while in the chaos, how could he be provoked by the other party's words.

He ignored Mo Laoxie's yelling, and looked at Mu Xin with a smile: "Disciple, be careful in everything."

"Master, don't worry, this apprentice will never disgrace the master." Being so underestimated, Mu Xin's face showed no anger at all, and he didn't show the mountain or dew, only when he turned around, Xing Wufeng could feel that feeling. A hint of murderous intent.

Xing Wufeng didn't expect Mu Xin to really win. If Mu Xin couldn't beat him, he would send Qiu Luochen to torture him, and if it was not good enough, he would have an abstract group of four as a backup.As for Xie Zi, of course he wants to be a treasure, and his future is in Xie Zi's hands.

However, he never expected that the head of the Skyhawk Sect would be so vulnerable. He didn't even see when Mu Xin made a move, and the opponent spurted out three thousand feet of old blood.

Mo Laoxie didn't seem to have come back to his senses, he stretched out his hand to wipe a handful of blood in disbelief, and murmured: "What a strong sword energy." After expressing his emotion, he waved his hand at the disciples behind him, and said sharply: "The disciples of the Skyhawk Sect obey the order. We must swear to defend the Skyhawk Sect to the death. Even if we shed the last drop of blood, we will not let this devil harm the martial arts world."

"Swear to defend the Skyhawk Cult!"

"Swear to defend the Skyhawk Cult!"

The number of opponents is hundreds of times that of Lingyun Palace, and the power of thousands of people saying this sentence cannot be overstated.Xing Wufeng didn't have much confidence at first, but when he saw that Mu Xin beat Mo Laoxie to the blood without moving his fingers, he immediately became more confident. There were more than [-] people in the seat, and it was no problem to compare one to one hundred.

With hot blood surging in his chest, Xing Wufeng was so proud that he lifted the curtain and stepped out.

A sudden gust of wind blew his robe rustlingly, Xing Wufeng felt that he must be very cool now, so he couldn't help being a little proud.In reality, he is an extremely narcissistic and arrogant man. He has been aggrieved for so long, and finally he can pretend to be a tiger. Of course, he can't let go of this opportunity.But God failed as he wished, and he was not allowed to issue orders, and the large army on the opposite side suddenly swooped down on him.

Damn, don't bring such a thing, just start fighting without saying a word.

Xing Wufeng instantly restrained the domineering aura around him, and dodged the opponent's chaotic sword aura in a bit of embarrassment.

The thirty or so people behind him also rushed up, Qiu Luochen was still a big brother, and took the brunt to meet him, followed closely by Mu Xin.Xing Wufeng looked for Xie Zi's figure, and saw the young man passing by him, and was about to pull him over, but he was in vain.

I don't know if Xiao Han's host is injured, will his favorability be deducted.

Such a thought flashed in his mind, and Xing Wufeng took a closer look, where there were still their shadows, they had already been surrounded by the large forces of the Skyhawk Sect.

It's one thing to have confidence, it's another to see the fire in person.He didn't think too much about it, and instinctively wanted to find a place to hide, but the surrounding area was frighteningly empty, and there was no suitable hiding place at all.In desperation, he gritted his teeth secretly, and finally retreated into the sedan chair in despair.

The screams and the sound of swords and swords outside were endless, Xing Wufeng heard his teeth ache and his muscles trembled, and finally slapped his thigh hard.

Fuck you, labor and management have always been fearless, when did they become so useless.

He rolled up his sleeves, intending to go out to spy on the enemy, when a white sword light slashed at him like a rainbow.

--boom.

Xing Wufeng maintained his forward posture and turned his head stiffly, just in time to see that golden sedan chair turned into ashes in an instant.

It's dying, system, help! ! !