Chapter 145 Leader Tongtian?

A bright crescent moon hung in the sky, and the wilderness all around was hazy.

"Think, thump, thump..."

The flatbed truck was driving on the road, but the cart was being pushed by Mr. Gu and Zhuge Ming, best friends and rivals in love.

These days, other ordinary sixth-grade masters are no longer qualified to push carts!

At this time, Xiao Huang sniffed Zhao Li and Bai Mu's feet, stepped on the quilt and walked to the other side of the flatbed truck with a look of disgust. He was a nostalgic dog, and he only had a soft spot for the smell of the feet of the girl named Su Miaojin.

Xin Zhuo patted its head, looked back, and almost bumped into Zhao Li face to face.

Zhao Li subconsciously moved away and tried to squeeze out a smile on his naturally cold face: "King Xin, what's the matter?"

Bai Mu, the lady with an oval face and beautiful teeth when she smiled, pushed Zhao Li aside with the intoxicating fragrance of gardenia flowers, and approached with a smile: "King Xin, lying in the arms of the slave family

Huh? It’s warm and big in my arms.”

Maybe on normal days, they wouldn't even look at a young boy like Xin Zhuo, but now their lives were at stake, so they had to do their best to please him.

No need to think about it, these scum are playing tricks on Demon Head Xin to spy on the crowd.

Seeing Xin Zhuo taking Xiao Huang up the mountain, more than a hundred people with extremely flattering smiles on their faces bowed and worshiped: "We will send you off to the leader and wish him a great success!"

…

Xin Zhuo staggered.

Xin Zhuo said with great interest: "Tell me and listen!"

"Oh?" Xin Zhuo stretched.

Song Wudi also nodded and said seriously: "That's right! Your Majesty, please consider our face. The one hundred and nineteen masters present are all heroes. Now they are all under your command.

The title of husband is really inappropriate!"

Xin Zhuo didn't even look back: "Say!"

Di Huaijie no longer had the heroic spirit of "let anyone die", and his face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.

Di Huaijie and Song Wuwei glanced at each other, and their expressions became serious: "We feel that King Xin's reputation as a quick-tempered, righteous, iron-faced judge, pure and kind-hearted young gentleman is really not worthy of your reputation."

Mr. Zhao and a large group of people quickly lowered their heads.

"King Xin, we have a heartfelt request!"

The old man sighed: "Second-fifth level, wood-attributed Qi, with a very high level of concealment, extremely good, I am actually half a step behind him!"

"This devil is here!"

Xin Zhuo: "..."

A born devil!

At this moment, the fifth-level master Di Huaijie and the old man Song Wudi, who was known as the "Blood Slaughter Demon" in front, replaced the old man with a flattering look on their faces and pretended to be struggling to push the flatbed cart.

The Shaolin monk Xingchi has a horse-like face, his shiny scalp complements the moonlight, and his tone is dull.

"Think, thump, thump..."

"Can't beat him?" Di Huaijie frowned, "By the way, I have no idea what state he is in!"

The flatbed truck kept moving forward, and judging from the journey, it should be heading to the vicinity of Du's house in Yimen, but the distance was still 200 miles away.

Xin Zhuo sighed, "Let someone else push it!"

Everyone looked up and saw Yan Kuizong leading a dozen sixth-grade martial arts masters, staring at them coldly.

"..."

"Stop, I want to retreat for a day! You guys wait for me where you are!"

They were really frightened to death in Qingyang Yizhuang. Even if they tried hard at first, they couldn't figure out why all the masters below the half-step master within a radius of 500 miles were present, and why were they all conquered by Xin Zhuo?

This is simply terrifying!

Until they also took the poison!

His original intention was not to capture this group of people. It didn't matter to Mr. Zhao and others. There were masters in Shaolin and Wudang.

In the blink of an eye, their lives were no longer theirs. They finally experienced the feelings of hundreds of masters on the field!

This Xin Zhuo is really a terrifying demon!

At this time, we passed through a mountain range with a complex environment, lined with green pines and cypresses and rugged rocks.

Do I dare to use this name? You are so happy, I am almost scared to death!

Waving his hand: "It's boring, so don't mention it!"

Along the way, he has been thinking about where he can choose to break through and integrate the five elements of true energy.

The environment here is good. If something unexpected happens, you can hide and delay.

However, this group of people was too noisy and trouble-making, and they would not stop until they killed him, showing no shame at all.

Several people nodded heavily, and then felt an aura of conspiracy in their hearts.

The old man and others looked at each other, and the white-clothed sword god Chen Si said coldly: "Can't beat him!"

Xin Zhuo suddenly made a sound on the flatbed truck.

"Now that things have happened, we are already behind bars and in danger. Have you ever thought about the elders in your family coming to rescue us?"

It wasn't until one person and one dog disappeared completely on the top of the mountain that more than a hundred people raised their heads. The flattery on their faces disappeared little by little, and then turned cold.

The two of them looked stunned. What they were doing was that once such an arrogant name got out, there might be half-step masters and masters who would be unhappy about it and come to intercept and kill him!

You are a mere sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid, still not satisfied?

The two of them lowered their heads and pondered urgently for a while: "Then... where is the Moral God?"

Song Wudi answered the call: "Master Tongtian, Master Tongtian, master of a religion, how about it? From now on, my subordinates will go out and sign up for a better-sounding number. Under the leadership of Master Tongtian, I will slay the mad demon Song Wudi. The name alone is very scary."

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This thief Xin Zhuo is only 16 or 17 years old, so where does he come from with so much arrogance? Aren't teenagers supposed to be impulsive, irritable, willful and rebellious?

Song Xijun, who was standing aside, had a look of confusion on his pale face, and shook his head: "I wanted to be with him... but he rejected me. I have been with him up close, but... I really can't tell what his level is.

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Di Huaijie, who is at the highest level, narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "You really didn't think about taking this kid down and asking for the antidote?"

Mrs. Ling held her daughter Lingxi's hand tightly and sighed helplessly: "This kind of person has evil thoughts and many tricks. He is playing tricks on us from beginning to end. How can we get close to him?"

Wudang guest Qing E shook his head: "We have never had the method of flying harriers to pass messages. Now that we are trapped, how can we pass the message? And look at the front..."

A group of people wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and Ke Qinge gritted his teeth and asked: "Xijun, did you have anything happen to him? Do you really not see his level?"

The heads of the two girls were neatly pushed aside, and Xin Zhuo had already looked through more than a hundred fawning faces at Master Xingchi and Song Xijun's group at the back.

As he spoke, he looked at Mrs. Ling aside: "Mrs. Ling's side..."

Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang out of the flatbed truck and glanced at Yan Chuzong and Xue Huaiwei, who were not far away, and several smart "elders."

Then,

The flattery is outrageous.

After a while, Xin Zhuo, who was on the flatbed truck, finally turned his head.

Di Huaijie glanced at the large group of martial arts masters behind him who were secretive, and said with a smile: "We will discuss it privately and have renamed you!"

More than a hundred masters looked at each other and quickly bowed and saluted: "I obey!"

Second grade?

The group of people in the back, Mr. Zhao, had their pupils shrunk. Is Xin Zhuo at such a high level?

A second-fifth grade of sixteen or seventeen years old?

How have you ever heard of this in a place thousands of miles around?

The faces of Song Xijun, Mrs. Ling and others turned pale instantly. Such talented and evil people, no wonder they look down on us!
Chapter completed!