The anger only lasts for a moment, and once it passes, the mind is gone.
After all, Senior Brother Tyrannosaurus is just that kind of person. He has no malicious intent, just simply...a bit flirty.
"He is from a certain country, so the secret treasure is now in the hands of a certain country?" Ji Baizhi stretched his brows, threw away those feelings of shame and annoyance, stared at the books on the table, and couldn't help but wonder. Wu said without worry, "Then what should we do? I have read in books that the size of a country is usually very large, much larger than a refugee camp, and comparable to a top and powerful sect."
"I'm afraid we will be difficult to deal with."
Chen Jing shook his head.
There are actually some problems with this sentence.
When individual power becomes smaller and smaller, the power of the country will become more powerful.
Sect.....
This kind of organizational group supported by the power of individuals is far less powerful than the country in this world.
But in terms of results, there is no difference.
Whether it is a country comparable to the sect or a country far superior to the sect, it is not something that five people can handle.
"Any more?" he asked again.
Ji Baizhi shook his head: "No more, the rest is not important."
He did dig out some stuff.
But it was nothing more than gold, silver, jewelry, and some "secret books of moves" that he treasured. Mr. Su valued them very much, but in Ji Baizhi's eyes, these were worse than the things used to build the foundation in the sect, so he just threw them away casually. On the ground, even a second glance would be considered an insult to oneself.
"Bring your clothes, let's go first..." Chen Jing stood up and looked out the door. Halfway through his words, he suddenly grinned, "It seems there is no need to look for someone, there is someone outside the door. so many people."
No awareness is required.
In the mysterious field of vision, there are pieces of spirituality outside the door, dozens of them connected into a crooked line, surrounding the room.
He stared at them eagerly, waiting for the two of them to go out.
Ji Baizhi tied his clothes around his waist and took out his sword: "They are all easy to deal with."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out.
The damage caused by the blood sword has not yet been recovered.
But not important.
He is a disciple of Yizijianmen.
What is "one"?
Go forward indomitably and stand with one sword!
Everyone outside the door was watching nervously.
In front of the facade, his eyes caught the figure, and he immediately shouted: "Come out!"
Whoosh——
All kinds of concealed weapons and those without concealed weapons threw out tiles and bricks and hit them all over their heads and faces.
The number of more than ten people is not large, but people have hands, and they are densely packed. If they gather together, they can have the courage to fire thousands of arrows.
Others were shouting, looking for excuses for their sneak attack.
"He killed Mr. Su, a good thief, to avenge Mr. Su!"
"The secret treasure must be in their hands!"
"They found something!"
Chen Jing slowly walked out the door. He heard these words clearly and found them funny.
Don’t tell Mr. Su’s true identity.
Just say that they don’t know what kind of place this inn is?
Ji Baizhi waved his sword.
Heavenly Sword, Mountain Style!
This is a new sword move he learned in two months.
As the true energy circulates, the sword in his hand dances so tightly that it sticks to its body like a majestic mountain falling.
Ding-ding-ding-ding——
Almost all the hidden weapons were bounced away, and occasionally some that happened to be struck in by chance would change their direction under the trembling sword wind and be nailed to the door frame.
This kind of scene was something that the people guarding the door did not expect.
More than a dozen of them attacked together, but they couldn't kill this person?
Even if you are a little grandmaster...
Nor should it.
The atmosphere was a bit stagnant, and Chen Jing stepped out of the door.
"There are only two of them." One person yelled, jumped down from the opposite room, and swung a round stick towards them, "Can't we still hold them down?"
"There are more than a dozen little masters, but they have some abilities. A fledgling who has never been in the world is afraid of being a bird!"
When he shouted, several people responded.
Jump out from every corner or jump from the roof.
But there are also those who are smart and just watch with cold eyes, not intending to get involved rashly.
They don't know much about Mr. Su's abilities.
But... to be able to stand still in the desert and still be respected by people who come and go, you must be very capable.
They can all be killed.
It's better to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. Let's take a look at the situation first.
Ji Baizhi drew his sword and was about to greet him.
"Azhi, go deal with those who didn't come." Chen Jing said, "Leave these people to me."
Ji Baizhi was startled and frowned: "Senior brother, can you do it?"
in his impression.
Chen Jing is still the person with no experience at all.
"It works." Chen Jing nodded, "At least I can guarantee that I will still be alive after you kill those people in the house."
Ji Baizhi nodded, without any delay, with a slight tap of his foot, leaping up with all his strength, and ran towards those who were watching the battle.
"Hahaha!"
"Instead they separated and sought death!"
The man holding the stick smiled ferociously, filled with vitality, and was about to hit Chen Jing in front of him.
But it hasn’t been swung yet.
A flash of green light.
In an instant, he galloped towards his head.
Mr. Su could react, but he couldn't, and it hit accurately with a bang.
A hundred pounds of heavy objects.
Blood splattered on his forehead, his body stiffened, and he fell straight back.
Later, people were shocked.
Just one face-to-face meeting and it’s gone?
But they couldn't slow down, and they didn't dare to slow down. They all stepped on the man's body and rushed towards him.
He was originally unconscious, but after stepping on it, he was afraid that he would really die.
"Don't panic, he's using a hidden weapon!" Some people are still looking for confidence in themselves and those around them, "Get close!"
"As long as you get close, his hidden weapons will be useless!"
yes!
The crowd, who had been panicked for a moment, was instantly calmed down.
He was using a concealed weapon, so his hands and feet skills must be lacking.
Just get close!
There are so many of them, can they still be defeated?
Chen Jing was unhurried, his true energy was circulating, and the golden lotus bloomed. A slanted flower came out from under his feet, and the petals stretched out and shook slightly.
The golden water droplets fell, causing gentle ripples.
Visions arise.
This group of people are a little bit straight-eyed.
Flowering?
Is it the secret method of heaven and earth that will be learned after reaching the realm of the little master, or... some mysterious method from the legend of the world?
I couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment.
And at this moment.
The ripples touched Chen Jing's body, causing a stream of light to flow in, enhancing his strength, physique, and speed.
He raised his hand.
The green bottle flew again.
People who saw this scene for the first time were so disgusted that they hurriedly avoided it.
That bottle just killed someone.
Extremely powerful!
Although it didn't come out of the mouth again.
but......
Subconsciously, human instinct is to subconsciously stay away from dangerous things.
Chen Jing raised his hand and unscrewed the ax from his armpit.
He stepped forward, rushed to the nearest person, and chopped off his head.
The man raised his knife to attack.
How can ordinary iron compete with precious soldiers?
What's more, the knife in this man's hand is not a sharp weapon that has been tempered for thousands of times, but is just an ordinary piece of iron hammered together.
Click——
It was easy to smash the pieces, the ax blade hit the face, the nose was smashed, and a hole was broken in the head.
People around were horrified.
It was just a step and an axe, but how could they not see that the man in front of them was also a good hand in close combat.
Chen Jing grinned.
I have a high sense of self, I invested a lot in the art in the early stage, and my ideas are fixed. It is natural that I will take the "mage" route in the future.
but......
Now that resources are limited, including the Thirteen Gods, he only has three techniques.
The only ones that can be used are the Green Bottle Technique and the Golden Lotus Technique.
My teammates are very reliable.
But no one can guarantee that they will not fall into a situation of fighting alone.
The previous dungeon and this dungeon all prove that this situation is easy to encounter.
It is better to be protected by your teammates than by yourself.
Why practice close combat?
The biggest reason is still this.
Have to protect yourself.
Chen Jing holds an axe. It is difficult for these opponents who are one or two levels inside, have no more experience than himself, and have much worse basic attributes to defeat him.
Although there are many people on the opposite side, if they are willing to attack together, they might be able to keep him busy for a while.
However, Chen Jing has already taken the lead.
First a bottle, killing one person.
Another ax struck and killed a person head-on.
The weapons were all broken!
The golden-handled jade ax was extraordinary, but their eyes and attention were firmly focused on Chen Jing. They didn't notice it for a moment. Even if they noticed it, they didn't think about the strength of the weapon. Judging from their experience in the world, if they can break the weapon, they must. It's amazing power.
All these thoughts made them panic and defeated.
Wait until Ji Baizhi finishes cleaning up the people on the roof and comes down.
Chen Jing has cut down more than half of it.
"Don't kill these, keep them alive first." Seeing Ji Baizhi holding a sword and going to kill those people, he shouted repeatedly.
Ji Baizhi stopped and shook off the blood on the sword blade, not in a hurry to wipe it.
With Brother Tyrannosaurus's temperament, he might need to use it again later.
The remaining people made no resistance and stood still.
Still fighting?
If you can't beat one, there's no chance of two.
Although the man who blocked the retreat was rarely seen taking action, he was able to withstand the sneak attack of more than ten people with hidden weapons, and easily killed the people who stayed on the roof. No matter how you look at it, he is the same as the fierce god with an axe. Almost a master.
Chen Jing waved his hand, grabbed a corpse, and rubbed the ax on the clean cloth: "Azhi, take off that dress."
Ji Baizhi nodded, took off the clothes wrapped around his waist, and spread them out on the clean ground.
"Next, I want to ask two questions." Chen Jing said softly, "The first question is, who holds the secret now?"
Someone immediately answered: "It was in the hands of the Japanese goddess. She has now fled to the desert."
"Which direction?" Chen Jing asked again.
He replied: "It's the west side."
West?
Isn't that the direction of Mingsha Mountain?
Chen Jing did not think immediately. He raised his hand and pointed at the clothes that had just been unfolded by Ji Baizhi: "Which country does this official uniform found in Mr. Su's room come from? If you answer the question, I will let him live."
The remaining people scrambled to take a look.
Chen Jing looked at the expressions on their faces.
Some people are thinking hard.
Some people are confused.
Someone's eyes flickered, as if they had thought of something.
"I know, I know." The man who was thinking hard raised his hand, "This is the official uniform of Damao Kingdom. You see it is embroidered with Mao patterns. Only they use this."
Chen Jing ignored him and pointed to the man with a twinkling look: "Do you know its origin?"
"I said it, I said it!" The man who was thinking hard jumped up, his tone anxious.
This is the only way to survive, how can he not fight?
He may be well-informed, but he doesn't understand what kind of answer the person who asked this question wants.
Chen Jing frowned and waved to Ji Baizhi.
Ji Baizhi understood immediately, cut out a sword, pierced the man's throat, and took his life.
The crowd was silent, looking at Chen Jing in fear.
Didn’t you answer it?
Why still kill?
Why specify that person to answer?
The man gritted his teeth with a flash of expression. The more this happened, the clearer he knew what Chen Jing wanted, but the more afraid he became.
But to die, I still choose to get into such a big trouble...
Between these two choices, little consideration is given.
He swallowed and nodded timidly: "Yes, it's big..."
"Huh?" Chen Jing had no expression on his face and made an upward nasal sound, interrupting him.
The man immediately changed his mind: "This official uniform found in Mr. Su's room is from the Damao Kingdom."
Chen Jing then nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, let's go."
He sighed, gathered his strength and left.
Among the few remaining people, some have already figured it out.
but......
As they said, Chen Jing and Ji Baizhi took action to take care of the remaining people.
"Who holds the secret treasure, the goddess or Damao?" Ji Baizhi wiped his sword and asked.
Chen Jing pondered, then shook his head: "I don't know."
"I think that goddess may be the same as the one from the Blue Ox Sect."
"Dead long ago?" Ji Baizhi raised his eyebrows.
Chen Jing nodded: "Yeah, but no matter what, we at least figured out one thing."
"This matter must be related to Mingsha Mountain."
"Let's go back first."
