Cultivate with an African God

After Wen Xingze explained the arrangement, he left alone.

He revealed his identity and origin, and handed over the mask he had obtained before to prove that he had no other intentions, but he still did not act with everyone.

Those people are proud of their talents, and they never care about one more person and one less person—as long as that person can prove that he is not an obstacle, not an enemy.

Looking at his back, someone whispered: "He knows the situation so well, why doesn't he know that the more he acts alone, the more dangerous he is? We don't care about his strength alone, but he doesn't care about his own life?"

Mu Xinghe was silent for a while, he saw Wen Xingze's back, his back was still as straight as bamboo, but Mu Xinghe looked a little lonely.He actually had a strange feeling that Wen Xingze would not have come back if he hadn't brought Zhong Zijin with him.

Mu Xinghe felt that this idea was a bit unlucky, so he lowered his head and smiled, and said: "I asked you to come here, and when we come back, it is all the concessions he made for the overall situation. But after he has done what he thinks he should do, maybe But he will feel that the life of his junior brother will be more important than his own."

If Mu Xinghe were him, I'm afraid he would run away without explaining himself. The overall situation is nothing to him, and he went to find friends who might be in danger of life, even if it would make him fall into a situation where he was alone against the whole situation , no matter how difficult it is, he will work hard to do it.

But Brother Xiao Wen is willing to explain everything and leave alone, so he is also willing to let Wen Xingze leave alone - Wen Xingze is Zhong Zijin's friend, and he is Zhong Zijin's friend and Wen Xingze's friend.He can understand Wen Xingze's uneasiness, and also understands how much Wen Xingze cares about Zhong Zijin, so he can handle the rest of the matter, reassure Wen Xingze, and reduce the possibility of Zhong Zijin being in danger. This is what he can do as a friend.

Everyone had more or less guesses about each other's identities, and they were full of doubts that they couldn't bury in their hearts. However, they knew the urgency of the situation at this moment, so they didn't say a word, and they didn't want to waste time on meaningless things.

They may all be heroes of one side, and no one even snatches the command of the operation at this moment.

Of course, it is also very important that Mu Xinghe never regarded himself as a leader. He just knows a little more about the situation than ordinary people, so he can gather everyone together.He has no intention of instructing anyone, nor does he intend to snatch anyone's mask—even if Wuzhu's body is found on the ground, he will let others pick up the mask, and he only holds the mask of the Suzaku he killed.

In silence, Mu Xinghe simply drew a map of the place on the ground, marked a few points, and described the usability of these terrains, and then divided them into groups based on each other's abilities, and each went to certain areas for action.

Mu Xinghe looked up.There is still a faint, unrecognizable sound.It is still a sky without stars, without moon, and without waiting for the dawn.

But something has gradually become clear in his mind.

"Let's split up." Mu Xinghe stood up, patted his hands, and greeted everyone, "Let's go, treat us as prey? Turn around and let them feel the feelings. What is a trap, who is the prey."

His expression was covered by a mask, making it difficult to see the whole picture clearly.All I could see was the corners of his mouth raised slightly, that kind of youthful spirit that was as clear as a spring breeze came out in this long and silent night.

They can understand.

They may be disciples who have attracted much attention in the great sect, or they may be strong men who have slowly climbed up from the bottom, they may be conceited, they may be indifferent, they may be cautious, or they may be aggressive.But they are all the same in essence, they can be attracted by Zhou Si for greater challenges and more opportunities, and now they are facing danger, and they will not let me take advantage of them.

Who likes being used as a pawn?Who likes to throw in the towel without putting in the effort?

They are going to fight back!

Zhong Zijin felt that maybe he was going to die.

He could smell a very strong smell of blood, as well as bursts of pain that almost strangled his breath, coming from him.

He is not a person like his senior brother who demands perfection in everything and only makes a move if he is certain of winning. As long as there is a slight chance, he will try, but this person has no chance.

Zhong Zijin's breath fluttered, leaning on his sword and looking at the person in front of him.

That was not the companion who came with them, he was better than him in terms of aura and innocence, and that person's posture...was too weird.

It was a cat-catching mouse-like gesture, seeing it as prey, with a condescending, well-thought-out tease.

That person's target from the beginning was him.At the beginning, he easily killed those two people, for no reason, just to terrify himself, and then appreciate his escaping posture.In fact, that person could have killed him easily, but this person only inflicted minor injuries on himself along the way, wanting to see himself fighting for his life, and even more wanting to see how he despaired little by little.

He originally thought that he could take advantage of the other party's mentality, but he didn't expect that the other party could barely see his thoughts clearly. His struggle was useless except for hurting himself.

Zhong Zijin couldn't escape anymore.His whole body was trembling, but his hands still tried their best to keep them steady. He looked up at the man—what kind of speed, what kind of sword move could hit him hard?

Success or failure is but a sword!

But then he saw fireworks lit up in the stillness of the night.

Those were not real fireworks, but blue rays of true energy, with sporadic white flames dragging at the end.

——The herald talisman of the Yingzhou faction!

Even though Zhong Zijin was seriously injured and in a bleak situation, he never fell into a panic, but at this moment his mind was shaken.

He knew that Wen Xingze was the only one who would use the messenger talisman of the Yingzhou School, but it was Wen Xingze who shouldn't be here at this moment.Don't say that he is not the opponent's opponent, so he can only expose his position to the enemies lurking in the dark!

Zhong Zijin knew that he could not show weakness no matter what, but at this moment he finally couldn't control his emotions for a moment and was seen through by the enemy.

"Why, that's someone important to you? So... what will happen if I go?"

There was a smile in that voice.

Zhong Zijin was very anxious - does the senior brother know the current situation?Did they know that there would be powerful enemies beyond their imagination, even hunters?

No matter what, he didn't want to put Wen Xingze in danger of being played with by others!

Zhong Zijin could no longer wait.

His true energy is condensed, and his heart and spirit are united.All kinds of troubles—whether pain or worry, all turned into ashes, the fire of karma burned out, the tide surged, and in the three thousand worlds, he only had one sword in his eyes.

——The bright moon sinks into the West Sea!

But that ray of sword light went out.That was extreme speed and extreme strength, but the man only injured his right hand. Seeing his own wound, he seemed to be unsurprised and extremely happy.Smelling the smell of blood, he even clapped his hands and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful."

After the sword strike, Zhong Zijin's breath was extremely weak, and his desperate strike was nothing to the opponent. This was the first time since he used the sword.

Zhong Zijin should have panicked, should have collapsed, but his mood has stabilized - he quickly realized after that sword that he was tricked. He couldn't hold his breath, failed one move, and fell into despair.

Zhong Zijin is not.

He is not dead yet, he can still fight!

The man was still looking down at him lightly, with pleasure and a smile.

Zhong Zijin's scabbard had fallen to the ground, and he leaned on the sword and barely stood up.He could hear his own very unsteady breathing.

But at the same time he heard footsteps.Very slightly, with the sound of broken leaves.At the same time, countless small blue swords fell in front of him like rain.

As a protector.

Then he saw his senior brother—even if he was wearing other clothes and a mask, he knew it was his senior brother.His outline is very delicate, and Zhong Zijin occasionally laughs that he is prettier than his senior sister, and sometimes even looks a little green and delicate, but he is always the most reassuring and reliable person.

"You shouldn't have come." Zhong Zijin sighed.

Wen Xingze was still far away from him, if he was beside him, he thought, maybe Wen Xingze would touch his head.

"I can only do it." Wen Xingze's tone was a little helpless.

The green-clothed man suddenly applauded: "It's really a touching friendship between teachers and students, but...does your junior know that he is the person you hate and disgust the most?"

That sound was very abrupt, and it was clearly just a happy tone of watching a good show, but it was extremely harsh to hear.

Wen Xingze stopped and did not take another step towards Zhong Zijin.

He obviously paused when he heard the words, but he quickly came back to his senses, with a smile still on his face: "Mr. Bai Hu is probably a person who is good at instigating people's hearts, but maybe your thinking is wrong. .”

Zhong Zijin looked at them intently, his sword was held by him for a long time, and now there was a trace of coolness.He didn't speak.

"Maybe...?" The person called "White Tiger" did not deny the title, and smiled slightly to calmly say, "Before he came, you were the best disciple of the Yingzhou Sect's generation, everyone The genius who is the focus of attention, but after he comes, he is the best. Even if you do everything, do everything well, and put in all kinds of hard work behind the scenes, you will still be inferior to him in front of others. You can bear it ?”

That's a real provocateur.

Even though reason kept telling him to keep calm, it seemed that there were many insect-like things, accompanying the man's words, sneaking into his body, gnawing at his heart.

However, Wen Xingze couldn't control it and fell into the memory after all.

When he was young, his goal was only number one—to go to the best sect, to be the strongest person, and he has always been like that. At a young age, the three major sects of Mishima had invited him, intending to He is under the door.Back then when he went to the Yingzhou Sword School, the sword cultivator of the Yingzhou Sword School secretly pulled him over and invited him to be a guest. In fact, he might not have liked the Yingzhou Sword School very much at that time—he was still young at that time, but It is clear how to weigh the pros and cons.

But then he met Zhong Zijin.As soon as Zhong Zijin came, he took everyone's attention away.Everyone said that he was a genius, that he was a natural born swordsman, and that he was the best disciple of the Yingzhou Sect—there was no distinction between the Yingzhou Sword Sect and the Yingzhou Immortal Sect—over the years.Wen Xingze had never been treated like this before, so he was very annoyed, so he invited Zhong Zijin to compete.

Wen Xingze won the first time.Even if he didn't get started, how could he observe the swordsmanship for three to five days, how could he lose to Zhong Zijin?

However, the second time, the third time, the fourth time...Wen Xingze lost.From being unimaginable and humiliated at the beginning, he gritted his teeth and worked hard secretly.

And then many years.

He resolutely joined the Yingzhou Sword Sect because of his breath, but it was too difficult and time-consuming to win back that breath. During the long time, he has become accustomed to being overwhelmed from everyone's attention everywhere, and he is used to being in front of others. The empress works hard silently, and is used to taking responsibility for everything. He is used to it a lot, but he has forgotten the feeling of conceit.

"Are you willing?"

Without Zhong Zijin, maybe everything would not be like this.He will not be the hesitating Wen Xingze today, maybe he is full of high-spirited and high-spirited ambition like the other disciples who came to the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden today, maybe he is chic, free, confident and bright like Mu Xinghe, in any case, he will not be like today Preoccupied.

Wen Xingze looked at Zhong Zijin, his face was extremely pale, and he was also looking at him, Wen Xingze could clearly feel how weak his breath was - as long as he made a casual move, Zhong Zijin might die here.

For the first time, Wen Xingze felt so clearly how fragile the person who destroyed his pride, smoothed his edges and corners, enveloped his life like a shadow, and only had swordsmanship in his heart. attitude, looking up at him.

Ever hated it?

Are you willing?

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Double update tomorrow!The first update will drop in the early morning!