The city of Monkey King

Northern border of Xianjie, close to the central area.

The Qizong Mountain Range is located.

At the moment, the Qimenzong territory, the mountain gates are cleaned up, and the upper and lower are in the state of extreme alert. The 100,000 disciples in the mountain gates are allotted at this time. The three steps, one whistle, five steps and one post are rigorous.

but…

Even these disciples who are on guard, they don’t know...

In the end, what is it for, the original Qizong Zong is a martial law, but it is also the appearance of the day. After all, the seven ancestors are hidden in the mountains, and there is a large array of guardians. Under normal circumstances, There is no movement at all.

At least... This has been calm for nearly 10,000 years.

The main peak of the Seven Dynasties, the land of the mountainside, the land of the seven-story refining cabinet, there are hundreds of disciples in front of this pavilion, among which are the two.

These two are the deacons of the Seven Dynasties. At this time, the two sat on the big stone in front of the pavilion, and they were bored.

Originally, they were deacons, and the days were much better. Nothing went down the mountain, and they searched the place of the seven sects. The place would be served with good meat and good food. It was a cool one.

Who knows now...

The sect is strict, and all the deacons in the sect must not go out before the strict refusal, and they must all be shackled throughout the sect.

As for the reasons, I have never said anything.

If you say the reason, you can at least know what happened, but even if there is no reason, let people keep guarding like a fool.

These deacons who used to be lazy in the weekdays are not happy in their hearts.

"Old Wu, what the **** is this happening? Don't look at the defenders in the refining cabinet, but I have specially studied it, the deacons of the guards everywhere... that position, but it is very special!"

One of the two, a young man who looks like a young man, spoke to another old man.

"Do you want to study?"

The old man blinked at the young people and snorted: "When you take a look at it, we know that these deacons are stationed in the seven-figure array. Once the anecdote is going on, we are the first cannon fodder."

As soon as the young people heard this, they could not help but look a little white.

He was quite different from the old man for thousands of years. The old man was alive. He didn't live enough. When he heard that he might become cannon fodder, he was so frightened that he was trembled.

"This, this, this... is this going to be a problem?"

The old man saw that the young man was so scared and pale, but he even smiled. He raised his hand and patted it on the shoulder of the young man: "Xiao Yang, you can't do it. This year is too shallow or you have to practice."

When the young man saw the old man laughing, his brows were wrinkled, and his eyes were full of doubts. He even asked: "Old Wu, what is this about you? Although I am younger than you, I am not stupid. Suddenly, this way, let us be obsessed with these deacons, and surely there is something big to happen."

When I saw this young man talking like this, the old man smiled even more happily. It was a close mouth, and even the ordinary disciples who stood guards began to look at each other.

One by one in my heart...

His mother's!

Laozi is here to squat like a pole. Are you still laughing there? ! Laugh, laugh a fart, why don’t you come and try it, you are a bad old man, it’s very bad!

"You don't laugh at Lao Wu, you told me, what are you laughing at?"

This young man is more and more anxious, thinking that this is a big event related to his life, still laughing? ! Laugh at your second uncle!

"Is there something? There is a hammer."

The old man smiled and then grinned: "The Seven Masters of the Family is anchored in Xianting, and now Xianting has just experienced a new defeat, how could he take the initiative."

"Again, we are nothing more than an insignificant **** of Xianting, who will come to stare at us?"

"According to my old man, this is what the Zongzhong elders want to rehearse in advance, or come and give us an alarm."

"You don't look at it anymore. These disciples of our seven ancestors are all lazy and look like they are going to fight. It is estimated that they have to turn around and run."

This is called the old man of Lao Wu. It is said that a head is a Tao. It is actually that people have no way to refute it.

Young people are also said by the words, and nodded again and again, but it seems that IQ is more anxious, and they have not understood what the old man said.

However, one thing he did understand is that it is... this life should not be lost.

My heart is calm, and as long as I don’t lose my life, I can say anything.

He has just been a deacon for less than a hundred years, and has not played enough. If this is a slap in the face, then it is really impossible to draw.

"Young man, rest assured."

The old man laughed and patted the shoulders of young people.

however…

Just at this time!

With a pale blue sword light, it is reflected in the eyes of this old man, and at the same time... also reflected in the eyes of this young man!

but…

This young man is more looking at the old man who is called Lao Wu.

Because when the blue sword light appeared, the neck of the old man... there was a slight **** seam, a sword... sealing the throat!

Hey~!

The screaming sword, the moment!

In just one moment, the hundreds of seven-year-old disciples before the refining cabinet lost dozens of people in an instant!

It was also at this time that the young man finally reacted!

After the young man finally reacted, he looked at the old man in front of him. The old man still had a smile on his face. At this time, he was holding his throat, his eyes became scared, his pupils shrank, and blood began to stop. Unable to rush out from the neck.

Raise your hand...

Holding on to the shoulders of this young man, there is a sense of survival in his eyes: "Save, save, save... save me."

When the two words were finally finished, the old man finally swallowed the last breath, and the sound of ‘砰’ fell directly on the ground.

A pair of eyes, smashed round.

He never thought that he had just finished talking about nothing, and in a flash, his own life was handed over.

The same moment...

There are fierce mountain bells echoing in this mountain range! The sound of this mountain bell is extremely urgent, and the situation is urgent!

Fang Caijian’s throat is not the only place that happened before this refining cabinet. The entire Qilu Mountain is the same! In a flash... thousands of disciples, commandment!

"Enemy!"

"There is an enemy!"

"Open the guardian squad!"

"...!"

Crazy with the snoring of fear, sounded in this mountain, and above the entire Qizong, there is a light golden light curtain, there are many strange runes on the light curtain.

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