The fat old man didn't let any force go. He robbed aristocratic families, chambers of commerce, and gangs. In one morning, he collected most of the supplies in the entire Blue City to the south of the city. The major aristocratic families, chambers of commerce and gangs dare not speak out. In fact, if there is only one fat old man, even if the other party is the Blood Clothes Cult, the aristocratic families will not let him be so presumptuous. However, there is an even more unfathomable old man in the carriage who has not come forward. , but the abyss-like aura makes every top expert feel palpitated and unable to think of taking action.
Restraint, then restrain yourself, money is just an external thing, it can come back again, this is the idea of the aristocratic families, at the moment of life and death, face is nothing, it is nothing, survival is the most important thing.
The aristocratic family maintained restraint, and others were even more afraid to take action.
There are actually many mysterious individual masters in the Blue City, but the fat old man is not stupid and did not rob these people. In fact, the individual masters could not control much wealth. The fat old man robbed everything he could, then returned to the south of the city and appeared in the dark room.
Outside the room is the ancient carriage, which is pulled by an old horse with a lame leg. It is not very obvious. Only when you are running at high speed will you see that it is lame, but you cannot usually find it.
"Dharma protector!" The fat old man said respectfully. From the moment he entered the room, all his movements were cautious, his words were soft and he did not dare to take a breath. There is absolutely no arrogance and randomness in dealing with aristocratic families and chambers of commerce.
"cough!"
The old man on the chair was curled up, with a thin figure and a very small amount of gray hair. The hairpins inserted were crooked and might fall off at any time. The deep wrinkles and age spots on the star show that the old man is very old, and his breath smells of decay.
"How?" He raised his head slightly. This simple action seemed to take a lot of energy from him and made him breathe quickly.
"It has been confirmed that the ruins are under this small city." The fat old man said with a hint of excitement. Every ruin in this world is a piece of creation.
I was lucky this time. I came here to avenge Ku Rong. I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing. It was definitely an unexpected surprise.
"The aristocratic families and chambers of commerce here are very selfish. Reporting to the superiors is just a one-star relic, so there are not many experts, which just gives us an advantage." The fat old man added, in fact, many times, he likes the aristocratic family very much. The family may seem upright, but in fact it is sinister and vicious. It is precisely this selfishness and hypocrisy that gives the Blood Clothes Sect an opportunity to take advantage of them.
The Bloody Clothes Sect has been from
Surviving the siege and resurrecting from the ashes has something to do with the family's style of doing things.
"How many stars do you think it is?" the protector asked.
"Two stars!" The fat old man's breathing was obviously a little faster, and there was a kind of excitement that could not be suppressed. The two-star ruins, if he can get the blessings inside, even if it is only 10% or 20%, he can be promoted from a venerable to a protector. Levels, the benefits are immeasurable.
The Blood Clothes Sect has only discovered two two-star ruins for so many years, and this is the third one.
"You are wrong!" The protector glanced at him.
"Isn't it a two-star?" The fat old man suddenly felt as if he had been doused with a basin of cold water. His whole body was as cold as ice. His joy fell directly from heaven to hell. He stammered: "Did I... make a mistake in my judgment?"
He is well aware of the power of the protector. If he says something wrong, it must be wrong. The protector will never be wrong.
"Wrong." The protector said again: "It's not two stars, it's three stars!"
"Uh...what?" The fat old man almost jumped up. Because he was so excited, his voice rose several times. He immediately realized that he had offended the protector and apologized with fear and sincerity. However, he could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He thought the protector said he was wrong because the ruins only had one star, not two, but he didn't expect——
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A three-star relic was enough to create a church at the level of the Blood Clothes Sect. He looked at the protector in disbelief. He knew that the protector was not wrong, but he still couldn't believe it.
"Why are you happy?" The protector coughed twice and said without any politeness: "Are the three-star ruins something you and I can touch?"
"Subordinate... I understand!" The fat old man was doused with cold water again, and the fire in his eyes was extinguished instantly, and he suddenly felt discouraged. The Protector was right, the three-star ruins were not within his reach. Anyone of the Protector's level would easily perish if he entered, let alone him. He probably wouldn't be able to even enter the entrance.
"Dharma protector, what should we do now?" The fat old man, after all, had experienced strong winds and waves, and quickly calmed down and returned to normal.
"Wait!" The protector said and closed his eyes.
"Yes, my subordinates resign!" The fat old man understood what the Protector meant. He did not intend to report it to the General Church. This meant that the Protector was also very keen on the Three-Star Ruins. If the Protector got benefits, he would follow behind and drink some. Tang, thinking of this, his heart began to heat up again.
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"There's a fire over there." Someone suddenly shouted pointing to the east
road. Others looked over, and sure enough, the sky was dark red, giving people a feeling of heat.
"It doesn't look like a fire, there is no smoke!" someone asked.
"Such a big fire means it's burning very vigorously. There's still smoke!"
"No, the flames are moving, as if they are heading... towards the Blue City!" The voice was filled with surprise.
"I'm going, it's not the flames, it's the flaming lion, a level five monster, the flaming lion. Hurry up and beat the drums and bells, the monster is attacking the city." The voice was full of terror.
"Wait a minute -" A figure flashed from the city and landed at the top of the city. It was Hong Ke. His luck eyes shot out bright light. After a few breaths, he looked back, and the shock on his face flashed away: "No. Warcraft is attacking the city, and the flaming mad lion has a master, and there is someone on his back!" Everyone was shocked.
About twenty seconds later, the flaming lion appeared outside the city, and the fire hit their faces. The people on the top of the city felt as if they were in a furnace, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but this was nothing compared to the horror inside. The fifth-level monster, the Blazing Lion, indeed has an owner. On his back is a young man as rich as jade, looking at the blue city leisurely, as if he is on a spring outing.
"Li Qingchuan, it's so relaxing to have a pet. I'll get a lion to sit with tomorrow." When the voice sounded, it was still on the horizon. When the last word fell, the black dot expanded rapidly and turned into a person. We have reached the top of the city.
He has a slender body, slightly thin, eyes like lightning, and a face carved from marble. He is extremely resolute. He carries a long sword on his back and has a terrifying aura. There are so many masters on the city, but no one dares to speak out.
"Wang Er, I gave you the mount, but it will eventually end up in your stomach. I've eaten a few of them. You'd better not waste your pet." Li Qingchuan patted the flaming lion who sat down. The flaming lion restrained its terrifying aura. , Lie Yan also took back his body, and instantly turned into an ordinary big lion, passing through the city gate leisurely. The soldiers guarding the city gate watched helplessly, not even daring to let out a fart.
This seemed to be the beginning, and in the following time, terrifying auras continued to come. Every aura represents a peerless master. Some people are silent, while others are afraid that others will not know. The monstrous aura envelopes the whole city, and the storm is surging. Sometimes the lightning flashes, sometimes there is a violent storm, and the heavy breath is like a tsunami, one wave after another.
At nightfall, a huge motorcade arrived outside the Blue City, with riders in the front, riders in the back, and carriages in the middle, stretching for several miles. A large flag tens of meters high is facing the wind. It can be seen clearly from a long distance. There is an ancient font on it: Ji!
