Immortal Devil Transformation

Fish market business, in hot weather smells smelly, but in cold weather, it is wet and cold, also by the river, everywhere basin water Donggang town fish market is much colder than Donggang town along the river.

In the early morning, just walking out of his shop, he wanted to go along the river fishing boat to see if there was anything fresh that would be useful for the practice. Xu Xuan heard that someone with a business name was waiting for him outside the fish market.

Ever since he inadvertently showed some exaggerated energy, and the people outside knew that he had become a practitioner, the people who came to him couldn't stop looking for him.

In the world where practitioners fight, it seems that practitioners are everywhere, but in this ordinary world, practitioners are like the millennial Ganoderma in the deep mountains. Everyone knows that there are, but clouds of smoke and few people can really see existence.

Xu Xuan had intended to be pushed back, as before, but the fishmonger who reported that he had come here said that he would not refuse if he heard a word.

“What do you mean? ”

“I can't remember exactly what the fish is. ”

The fat fishmonger grabbed his scalp embarrassingly because he couldn't remember what was too obscure for him, but Xu Xuan's body was completely stopped between the basin waters of the fish market, and there was a light in his eyes that was not normally available.

After stalling for a few moments, he walked out onto the streets outside the fish market without even hearing the familiar people around him say hello.

The people of the fish market found their black face different from the old days, and in the early morning dawn of Donggang town, they saw a sort of gleaming shimmer on their body towards the wagon that had arrived since midnight yesterday, parked outside the fish market.

Xu Xuan just talked to a middle-aged man in front of the carriage and quickly walked back to his shop in the fish market, and soon the whole fish market knew Xu Xuan was leaving.

Only those close at the time heard that the middle-aged man in Chinese clothing was a master cabinet of the same size, and that the middle-aged man merely respectfully informed him that he was very obstinate: "You taught him fish, I will return it.” Then Xu Xuan promised to leave with a man of the same size.

People in these fish markets can't understand what this means and wonder why Xu Xuan left those close to home, famous big businesses unable to go, but wanted to accept an invitation from a distant and not famous business name?

The whole of Donggang Town, hearing this news, can detect that there are only a few brothers such as Master Zhang and others who really mean something.

These Jianghu men took a boat to the river when Xu Xuan quickly said goodbye to his family and stepped out of Donggang town on a carriage of the same size.

On the open surface of the river, each of these men drank a bowl of wine and drank it remotely against Xu Xiang to serve Xu Xiang.

Xu Xuan had no wine, only tears were shed, and he bowed deeply to these people, and then turned around and entered the car.

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In the eastern end town of the Yunqin Empire, Xu Xuan accepted the appointment of the same name and left. With Lin Xie's covert permission, he began to prepare for the freight from Biling to various parts of Yunqin, while Qianxia Mountain at the border between Yunqin and Dareckless also welcomed the first snow.

News from Nanfang, whether the Yunqin army stationed in Qianxia Mountain or the reckless army stationed on the Great Reckless Border Plains, is a tense atmosphere and there is no way to calmly and happily meet the New Year's Pass.

Though Qianxia Mountain and the Dragonsnake Mountains are generally continuous and stretch across the southern realm of the Yunqin Empire, the terrain is very smooth and wide, and the growth is all kinds of broad-leaved joe wood. There are no problems with the advance of various groups of troops and large armaments. Therefore, it was still the recklessness of the South Moor Country, and 300,000 troops easily crossed the plain between Qianxia Mountain and Falling Star Lake, which resulted in the legend of Dean Zhang of Qingyi College.

Because the terrain is different from the other side of the dragon snake, both on the Yunqin side and on the reckless side, it is a film, not even the end of the battalion at a glance.

In the early hours of the snow, three men dressed in reckless yellow collar costumes, carrying fully qualified pass tokens from the army, crossed heavy tents and approached one of the most magnificent Chinese large tents in the middle of a company battalion. The three men's eyes glowed with hatred on a large military flag embroidered with the word "sniffer” in front of a large account

Nearly 700 steps away from the magnificent Chinese army camp tent, it was determined that there was no one around, one of the oldest reddened middle-aged men with only three voices to hear, and finally confirmed again: "Wait until Brother Zou entered from the left side of the camp tent to attract his attention with a dragon crossbow, I then broke in, stuck his flying sword, even my brother behind me, launched the final blow. Are you clear? ”

Before entering the battalion, the sentence had not been said many times, of which the brief gap, not knowing how many auditions had taken place, had become clear and could not be clarified, but when he heard it, the other two extremely cold young men had no intolerable divine colour, but nodded silently.

However, the red-headed middle-aged people are still uncomfortable, or they are determined to pay their lives in general, and only three people can hear them add: “The internal wounds and poisonous wounds of smelling the moon are severe. This assassination, in order to obtain a military order that can be approached by the large Chinese army accounts, those of us are also floating in the bright spot, so there is only one chance of this assassination, and it must succeed. Because this is not only Brother Li's revenge... but yesterday a definite message has been sent, just between these two days, he will attack Yun Qin Dajun on his own initiative! The purpose of this can only be to completely provoke the Emperor Yunqin and the people of Yunqin, so that there is no room for the Nanfang to go back. We cannot afford to be dragged into a difficult mud by human beings. ”

Listening to the words of the reddish middle-aged man, the two faces were extremely cold and the young man with the same skin as iron was still silent, but the color of death in his eyes was stronger.

Since the pass tokens of the three men were issued completely normally, there were no accidents, and the three men controlled their breath and the power of their feet to the level of regular patrol sergeants, approaching the accounts of the Chinese military barracks.

Apart from the magnificent yellow cowhide Chinese army large account, only two sergeants hold the Goh station post. In this snowy morning light, the quiet is somewhat unreal. The copper tray pot in the account is lit with sun-dried cow dung and charcoal, a large pot of herbs is cooked, and the intense stimulant smell completely obscures the smell of firecracker dung. Still wearing a thin plain coarse cloth, Aoyagi had just drank a bowl of medicine soup as thick as ink. Compared with the previous assassination of Li Biao in cooperation with the Purgatory Mountain Teacher, the blues that appeared from time to time as open as blue apricot blossoms had disappeared a lot, but there was no blood color, making his eyebrows appear darker, but his lips as red as blood were a little white.

Although successfully holding Li Biao's pace of escape, Li Biao is still a stronger practitioner than him, he knows that the cultivation is still one step higher than him, and Vice President Xia is as powerful as the Purgatory Mountain Teacher, all severely injured by the blow of Li Biao, I'm afraid the elderly he also has to lose a lot of life.

Before the cultivation of Valley's heart tone, it was true that of all the saints in the world, he was the only one who could hold Li Biao by his sword, so that he became the only one who decided the fate of the great recklessness, which was of the utmost importance to the eyes of the forces of either party, but after all, he was only able to hold Li Biao. Although the seventeen powerful practitioners of Purgatory Mountain approaching the sacred steps were blocked in front of him at the behest of Professor Purgatory Mountain, the power of Li Biao made him more seriously injured than the true vicinity of the Temple.

With some rare medicines from Purgatory Mountain, his blue apricot poison had been halved by now, but his internal injuries were worse than when he left Bitu Mausoleum.

The time to smell the sky and moon is indeed a weak time.

However... this is also relative.

Even though the three assassins with regular pass tokens completely controlled their breath and strength to the level of a regular patrol sergeant, the smeller who just drank a bowl of soup sensed something wrong. He perceived the cold slaughter that only a man like him could perceive after countless wars and killings.

Faced with this killing intent, the smell of the moon only glanced apathetically at the person closest to the camp tent, pulled down the pot of medicine on the charcoal fire and covered it with a heavy helmet.

The three people outside the account did not know that the smell of the moon was just such a calm and indifferent move for fear of destroying some of the medicine.

They have nothing but clear news, and they will kill those who smell the moon, and will be alone in the camp at this moment.

Without any hesitation, the youngest “Brother Zou" of the three appeared to erupt first. Between a single low drink, the body's soul surged from the soles of the feet, solid leather military boots on the feet directly burst, and the whole person hit the left camp tent.

Two Sgt. Gogh were shocked and surprised, but just before they could do anything, the oldest red-handed middle-aged man had passed through them, and a thin black-red sword flew from behind the red-handed middle-aged man, slicing the throats of the two Sgt. Gogh men.

The majestic Chinese army camp tent crashed into the youngest practitioner and opened a large mouth directly.

All the soul power in the first young practitioner to rush into the camp has gushed out of his hands, and the air in the tent suddenly swept like a storm.

Knowing that he would die the next moment, the young practitioner had no pity whatsoever for his body, and when he held a dark soldier, his hands' skin had completely burst open.

However, at this moment, the smell of the moon was still, on the other side of the camp, a round arrow hole, a long, dark red arrow, with a more intense airflow, suddenly crushed into the young practitioner's chest.

The young practitioner flied out with his incredible eyes open.

He couldn't imagine the power of having such an archer who could have shot him accurately through the tent and at such a speed.

“Pfft”, “Pfft”, “Pfft”...

Numerous terror crossbows, like black light, gather all the power of this young practitioner, excited by the moment he flies, not to smell the moon, but to the top of the ledge above.

Instead of being holed through numerous holes, the top of the entire tent was strangled directly into countless pieces by violent forces, rushing up like a fountain.

The red middle-aged man's pupils narrowed from the middle of the account door, this arrow had disrupted their previous deployment, but he still did not have any pause, “buzz” burst, his black red thin flying sword shook out countless black and red Mars, turned into a straight line, the fierce direct stabbing of the camp's accounts smelling the moon!