"Why do you call me Grandpa Chang?"
Chang Siguo didn't even bother to pull out the knife. He put his hands in his sleeves and replied coldly.
The square was in an uproar. Naturally, there were many more cultivators who knew Le Mozhi than those who knew Chang Siguo.
How brave you are to dare to talk to Le Mozhi of Hongyue Pavilion like this.
You must know that Le Mozhi, a veteran cultivator at the pinnacle of the Solid Realm, has a great reputation and extremely high combat power.
Although the black boy has peak strength, he doesn't even have a helper, and he doesn't know how to be patient and give in. He dares not to take the three cultivators of Hongyue Pavilion seriously. Now he is in for a good show.
They were finding it boring to wait in the square, so it would be nice to see a fight to pass the time.
Under certain conditions, people can kill people in this square.
Le Mozhi was almost so angry that his eyes were split open. A junior brother next to him was worried that Senior Brother Le would break the rules by swinging a knife in a rage. The area near the remnant hall of the Beast Prison was not as good as outside, so he quickly whispered, "Brother, control your anger."
Le Mozhi glared at the insidious and cunning boy who deliberately wanted to anger him, and smiled sinisterly.
"You wait."
Turn around and walk in the direction you came from.
There are many strange rules in this small square, one of which is that you cannot jump more than six feet high.
The clouds controlled by Shi Yurao could enter the black desert within thirty miles, but they did not dare to hover over the square where the remaining hall of the Beast Prison was located. They were at least three hundred feet away to avoid unexpected disasters.
The three people on the cloud just looked at each other with different expressions. Although Wu Mo said he was not worried, he was actually still very worried.
She is young and has learned the ability to observe people's emotions long ago, and she can tell that Brother Hei is isolated.
But when she thought about the presence of her master with great supernatural powers and her senior brother who was more than two hundred years old, she relaxed again. With them here, it seemed to her that Brother Hei would definitely not suffer.
Le Mozhi held a man with a dull expression in his hand and walked up to Chang Siguo again.
At this time, almost everyone gathered around, about ten feet away, surrounding the conflicting people. Many people had cruel and bloodthirsty looks in their eyes, and they were whispering to each other. Some people could not help but put their hands down. When he reached the handle of the weapon at his waist, he was ready to make eye contact.
Le Mozhi glared fiercely at the dark-faced barbarian two feet away. Seeing that the barbarian did not mention the bow and arrow he was good at, and did not even touch the long knife on his waist, doubts flashed through his mind. He guessed that the barbarian was alone. Maybe he doesn't understand some of the ancient rules here.
Also, without the guidance of the elders of the sect, he had not heard many secrets before.
He saw that the two junior brothers were already standing on both sides behind Manzi. Several other Nanping cultivators he was familiar with were standing by and watching from a distance of ten feet, and they could also see some hidden glances moving around.
He no longer hesitated, swung his knife like running water, and cut off the dull-looking man's head with one blow, and shouted loudly at the same time
"Changing lives"
The splashing blood did not fall to the ground. Following the words, it turned into a strange, thin red mist of blood. With a swish, it wrapped around Chang Si, who was still standing with his arms folded and leaning forward.
One life for another
The dull-looking man was a controlled sacrifice. He carried the Beast Prison Order with the same runes as Lemo's three. He was recognized by this strange place as a companion and could exchange his life for his life according to the rules.
Seeing that the sacrifice was successful, the crowd surrounding them made an uproar.
Several people drew their weapons and stared at Chang Siguo in the field, their eyes turning green. They didn't take advantage of the bastard.
Wu Mo, who was staring at the clouds in the distance, was so frightened by this strange scene that he covered his mouth and almost screamed.
Xu Yunlou and the slovenly man glanced at the little girl with smiles in their eyes, but neither spoke.
Le Mozhi had already launched an attack with his sword. He used to be light and erratic in his movements and walked in an elegant way. This time he was restricted from jumping here, so he chose to rush forward violently. The silver sword in his hand screamed in the wind and bloomed with silver light. The black-faced barbarian, who was filled with hatred, chopped him off on the head.
The two junior brothers on the left and right cooperated to block the barbarian's rear retreat.
He fought with this guy three times, and he was able to find a way to restrain the black-faced barbarian's strange footwork.
He wants to take revenge with his own hands and is unwilling to rely on others.
Chang Siguo used his "sight" to cover his body for more than ten feet. At the same time as Le Mozhi launched his attack, he also moved. With a kick of his foot, he went straight into the palace and punched away hard. Liu Zhirou collected the information sent to him. , no matter how big or small, we will inform you one by one.
Chang Si had long known about the strange rules of the Candian Square.
"Clang", the silver knife struck the fist, making a metallic sound as the strong wind exploded around the two of them, rolling up the dark brown sand on the ground and causing dust to fly.
What shocked the onlookers was that Le Mozhi took three steps back, his face twisted in pain, and he couldn't even hold the silver knife in his hand. It fell to the stone floor with a "clang".
A single-eyed cultivator with a stooped body and an eyepatch behind him stared at Le Mozhi's right arm that was smoking slightly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and unconsciously let go of the handle of the knife held by his right hand.
The other two Hongyue Pavilion cultivators guarding the rear were horrified, shouting and coming towards them with swords.
How could they care about their senior brother's warning that they should not take action easily.
Chang Siguo wore a magic weapon glove made of exotic animal skin on his hand. Lemo cut the fine copper wire inside with a knife, leaving a thin mark, but the skin of his fist was untouched. He only paused for a moment. How could he? Will give Le Mo another chance to fall into his plot.
He rushed in with his feet, swayed strangely to the left and right, dodged the light and shadow of swords from behind to attack, and smashed with his left fist.
Look at my heart-piercing punch.
"boom"
Lemozhi was punched in the chest, staggered back, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his eyes bulged.
Chang Siguo followed up and hit his opponent hard on the head, who had lost the power to resist.
"Bang", the head exploded, and the headless body fell out three feet, rolled on the ground for a moment, and lay softly in front of the onlookers about ten feet away.
All changes were nipped in the bud.
The onlookers looked at the black-faced man who was attacking from behind again with strange footwork. They all had complex expressions, including jealousy, regret, and resentment.
The thin red mist surrounding Chang Siguo fell on Chang Siguo and disappeared.
Sacrifice one life in exchange for Lemo's life.
Also called one life for one life.
This is the weird killing rule in front of the remaining hall of the Beast Prison.
The two people who were still waiting to be killed stopped dead in their tracks. Chiwu was absorbed by Chang Siguo. If they dared to take action again, they would be seeking death. Chang Siguo stood still. At the moment when the sword was in front of him, he had his own rules. Clean up the two of them.
Chang Siguo glanced at the angry and helpless two people, picked up the fallen silver knife on the ground with his toes, and walked to the miserable corpse. He saw the blood stains being slowly absorbed by the blue-black ground. He hesitated for a moment, and He took away the spoils of war unceremoniously and slapped Hongyue Pavilion on the face again in public.
It seems like just yesterday that he was chased to death by a man named Le, with his life hanging by a thread.
Now that the enemy lying on the ground was dead, there was a trace of joy in Gujing Wubo's heart.
This is what we call the present.
It’s not that you don’t want to retaliate, the time has not come yet, but when the time comes, retribution will be done.
"you"
One of them almost burst out of anger and was pulled hard by the other.
If you are not as strong as others, if you continue to make trouble, you will only bring humiliation to yourself, and you have to endure the sadness.
The others slowly dispersed and returned to their original positions. They were deeply afraid of the black-faced man who could kill a man at the peak of Gubenjing with three punches.
There were three waves of people but they didn't leave.
When Chang Siguo finished collecting the loot, he stood up and was about to walk away.
There was a young man in a brocade robe dressed as a son of an aristocratic family. He took a few steps forward with a cheerful smile. He held his hands with some caution and said, "Kong Fan of Danyan Mountain in Nanping has met Brother Chang. He was neglectful a lot before. Please ask Chang." Forgive me, brother."
Chang Siguo hung a silver sword and a black scabbard on his waist, and returned the greeting, "Brother Kong, you're welcome."
On the clouds, the slovenly man looked at Chang Siguo, who was greeted by more than a dozen cultivators and Gongyue after just a few words. He shouted angrily, "You have no spine. Why didn't he tell those guys to go away? I'm so angry. Why did he?" With his strength, he can break into the beast prison by himself."
Xu Yunlou looked on with a smile and made no comments without speaking.
Wu Mo smiled and said, "Brother Hei, this is called planting fewer thorns and more flowers. You will not suffer any loss wherever you go."
Anyway, whatever Brother Hei did was right in her eyes. She looked at the master and saw him smiling and nodding to her, and her little face smiled even more happily.
"What a shame, he's just afraid of death and thinks he's a tough guy, but that's all."
The slovenly man waved his linen sleeves angrily, and the clouds rose into the sky, bypassing the remnant hall in front of him, and went far to the northwest in an instant. ,,
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