A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

With this order, more than thirty disciples from the main hall rushed out.

All of them were silent, but silent. In the open space in front of the temple, they circled the battlefield with wooden stakes and ropes. In terms of their smooth movements, they were trained individually and not ordinary low-level disciples of the Seven Xuanmen Gates.

Looking at the place of the duel in the circle, Fei Yu was somewhat disturbed to ask Han Li: “Are we hiding here all the time, doing nothing, and watching them fight? Doesn't seem right! ”

“What's wrong with that? Your little lover is safe now. When both of them are finished fighting, we'll sneak Miss Zhang out of the confusion when the Wolf Gang evacuates. Then the two of you go away and hide where they can't find you, and the people above will treat you like a scapegoat and make you carry that big black pot you can't carry.” Han Li faintly said, it seems that he has no deep sense of belonging to Qixuan Gate.

“Isn't that running away? No, Sleeve won't do it!” Li Feiyu shook his head like a beam drum.

“Then why don't you just knock her out, forcibly take her away, and then regenerate the rice to cook.” Han Li replied carelessly.

“You...” Li Feiyu was told by Han Li. He glanced at her dry eyes with no words.

At a time when the two were not clear, Master Wang took two bloody red papers from a disciple, which was the deed of life and death. He left one of them with him and handed the other one over to Jia Tianlong across the street.

When Jia Tianlong took over the item, his face was also sobered up. He opened the paperwork carefully, went through it carefully, confirmed that there was no problem, nodded, closed the paperwork again, and then began to select the dead in battle.

After some screening, he selected thirteen elite experts from the Wolves. In order to mitigate the losses, he also chose a dozen good people from small and medium-sized gangs. Regardless of whether or not these people were willing to contribute, once they signed the death warrant, they had to work hard for their own lives. As for the remaining candidates, they are all made up of iron guards who are good at cooperating with him. Of course, Golden Glow will definitely be on the field. He also expects this person's flying sword technology to be powerful!

Just as Jia Tianlong was busy, the king across the street definitely did not know when to return to the stone palace. He had yet to come out, and he must be hanging his brains out for those who participated in the death fight.

When the battlefield was completely completed, Master Wang finally walked out of the palace with 300 or 400 people.

These people are old and young, men and women, but their eyes are bright and steady, obviously are the elite of Qixuan Gate, the most important of which is Jia Tianlong's heart is the three people closely behind Wang Jenchu.

These three men, a Confucian blouse, full of facial scrolls, a pair of writer's costumes; a tall body, with a flattering chest and a bearded beard like a steel needle, with a huge appearance; and the last, a man with a cold face wearing a grey coat and a long sword.

At first glance, these people seem to be middle-aged people aged 30 to 40 years, but a little detail of their faces reveals that in their eyebrows, there is a feeling that the seventy to eighty years old people are only as young as they seem.

Jia Tianlong understood that these three must be Wang Zhengchu's three master uncles. It seems that the other party really gave up everything and wanted to stay here.

Thinking about it, he crossed his side, the three fingers, and said to the dwarf next to him, "Upper man, I don't know what you think of those three people, can you take them down? ”

“It's just a couple of mortals. When my sword comes out, their lives are over! Is there anything to worry about? Can't you trust me?” The golden light stared, dissatisfied, and the tone was a little bad.

“Dare not, dare not! I'm just asking, Master Fairy, don't take it personally.” Jia Tianlong hastily accompanied the smile, afraid to offend the biggest dependence at this time.

“Humph!” The dwarf listened to this, and then his anger subsided.

Jia Tianlong only put his heart in his stomach when he met here. This immortal is really difficult to serve!

He smiled secretly, hurriedly turning his body, and shouted, “Ready? Start signing the book! ”

With this outcry, the wolf helped the people who participated in the death fight here, began to write their names in the book of life and death, and signed the deed of death to show their will.

At the same time, Wang Chu did not want to show a weak cold voice: “Sign the book of life and death! ”

Suddenly, dozens of pre-selected dead men came out of the Qixuan Gate's pile and were ready to sign the deed of death on the paperwork.

As these people walked out, Han Li naturally looked here and wanted to see if there were acquaintances in the crowd. He also saw Master Wang's three uncles, but he didn't pay much attention to them. He glanced over in a hurry and left his gaze on an old man in a green shirt.

As soon as he saw the old man's face, Han Li couldn't help but whisper: "Elder Li! ”

This man was actually saved by Han Li. It was surprising that Ma Rong's master, Elder Li, was one of those who participated in the death fight.

When Han Li returned to God, he hurriedly turned his face and patted Li Feiyu's shoulder. "Did you see that? Elder Li is there, he will sign the deed of life and death! ”

Li Fei Yu stood motionless without a word. He looked at the distance as if he had heard nothing. The colour was bright and bright.

“What's going on?” Han Li was somewhat surprised.

“Even if Elder Li wants to sign a life and death book, he doesn't have to!” He asked strangely.

Li Feiyu heard this and finally took his eyes back. He stared at Han Li and said something that made Han Li suddenly faint.

“Sleeve... Sleeve, she's there too, she's going to participate in the death fight too! ”

After that, Li Fei Yu's face quickly became extremely ugly.

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