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Chapter 63 I, Han Tianxiao, will kill everyone here
Following the direction, Chen Lang flew on his sword all the way, and the cold wind made him very sober.

His spies said that the opponents generally had low cultivation levels, which was crucial to him.

He possesses the Three Life Disk, which gives him almost unlimited endurance. As long as he is not killed instantly, he can repair himself quickly, making him very suitable for a war of attrition.

As long as the opponents are of similar strength, it is more or less the same to him. As long as he survives, he wins.

Besides, he still had one Nine Revolutions Pill in surplus. If he was really defeated, the worst that could happen was that he could just use the Earth Escape Talisman to escape. He had already accumulated a lot of these things after completing missions.

After more than half an hour, a little light appeared on the dark ground. The stars were dotted in regular horizontal and vertical directions, and some houses could be vaguely seen. This was a large town.

"It should be the town of Walang."

To avoid disturbing anyone, Chen Lang landed on the ground and walked into the town along the path. Most of the doors around were open and it was quiet. Occasionally, someone walked towards the north, and Chen Lang followed.

At the same time, he took off the human skin mask. He had fought with Aoki Zong before, and some people remembered his face, but no one had ever seen his true appearance.

Then he saw a large open space in front of him, surrounded by a row of large oil pots stuffed with linen and burning kerosene, which gave off a choking smell.

There were many people sitting in the open space, and it was very noisy. Some people were talking loudly there. The monks who came showed their ID cards and went in one after another.

Outside, there were five guards holding big swords, standing on duty near the brazier. The flickering light of the fire made them look a little dizzy.

Chen Lang stopped to observe and saw a dozer on the side of the road, some tools such as pickaxes and shovels, and a pass to all worlds - a ladder.

They are old acquaintances, and he feels familiar when he sees the cart now.

He pulled out the cart, loaded it with a ladder, a pickaxe, and other equipment, and pushed the cart inside.

"what for?"

A guard heard the sound of wheel wheels, glanced over and shouted harshly.

Chen Lang glanced at the car, then looked at the guard, his brows slightly furrowed, a confused expression on his face.

The guard was also stunned for a moment, feeling that his wisdom was insulted, and waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, be quick, and come back soon."

Damn it, we’re having a farewell party, who called the maintenance worker?

Chen Lang nodded and pushed the cart inside.

"Pull your legs in, move your feet aside~"

Chen Lang squeezed through the crowd. The monks lazily moved away. After walking around the venue for most of the time, he parked the cart to the side and roughly saw what these people were doing.

There were more than a hundred warriors sitting in the square, with wine in front of them. A few sheep were roasting on the campfire in the middle, sizzling with oil.

There was some roasted meat, which the warriors chopped up with their swords, sprinkled with salt, and ate with great relish.

"Fellow Taoists!"

A middle-aged monk stood in the middle, holding a pot of wine, and said loudly:
"The day after tomorrow is the day of the full-scale attack. For this day, the mountain master has waited too long, the Qingmu Sect has waited too long, and the brothers of the Warang Mine have also waited too long!"

He paused for a moment, waiting for the monks to stop talking and look over here, before continuing:
“Some of the brothers present here came late, and they may not know why we are attacking with all our might, why we want to flatten the Songhu Mine and take back all the nearby mines.

That’s because that piece of land once belonged to us!”

He choked up and said:

“I still remember that year, our brothers were on duty when the Tianjian Sect suddenly attacked, killed our people, and robbed our land. They trapped our brothers in Songhu Mine. They fought for three days and finally died heroically. This hatred and humiliation cannot be forgotten!

And just recently, we only sent out an outpost team, but they brutally slaughtered us. Their arrogance has become even worse. Can our brothers die in vain?
Today we are fortunate to have external aid, and the brothers have met here with only one goal, to flatten the Songhu Mine, capture the mountain owner, seize the spiritual mine, divide the spiritual stones, and bloodbath the Tianjian Sect! "

"Seize the spiritual mine, divide the spiritual stones, and bloodbath the Tianjian Sect!" The monks stood up and raised their hands in response. With a snap, the old monk threw the jar to the ground, and the monks also drank in big gulps. After a crackling sound, they smashed the stone bowls one after another.

"Brothers, eat as much as you want today, and fight as much as you want tomorrow!" the old monk shouted, "I am here to send you off!"

After saying this, he was about to leave, but he heard a voice:
"Brothers, please be quiet for a moment. I have something to say."

The warriors saw Chen Lang wearing a black coat, coming to the old monk, looking around and sighing:
"In fact, the destruction of the outpost team is closely related to me."

The monks quieted down for a while. They all knew about the incident. There was a master in the Tianjian Sect who killed more than a dozen of them.

The old monk looked at Chen Lang. He was very confused. He had never seen this person before. Was there such a segment in the farewell party?
However, he did not care. Perhaps his brothers were speaking from inspiration and their morale had just been boosted, so he did not want to disturb their interest. So he nodded slightly and allowed Chen Lang to continue.

Chen Lang said: "But do you know how strong that man is? All of our brothers who entered the foundation-building stage were slapped to death by him."

Some cultivators were surprised. What level of cultivation was that? The middle stage of foundation building? That was a bit difficult.

"And let's look at you, my brothers. How about those of you with the highest cultivation? Are you sure you can defeat him? If you are, please stand out and let us see!"

"Why should I encourage others and destroy my own prestige?" A man stood up, full of murderous aura, "I'm going to kill him!"

Chen Lang showed admiration on his face, "Daoyou, what is your cultivation level? Show it to me."

The man then summoned his aura to demonstrate his realm. He was an expert who had just entered the foundation-building stage, but his aura was not solid enough and it seemed that his body had not been tempered.

Chen Lang shook his head, "You are very strong, but not enough."

Then another person stood up. He was a thin man with an ordinary face. He also showed his aura. He was also in the initial stage of foundation building, but very steady. Chen Lang felt some threat, but not much.

"You are stronger, but at your initial stage of cultivation, it may be difficult for you to deal with him."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Finally, a man in a black robe appeared. He had been sitting in the corner drinking.

Chen Lang's eyes narrowed, "What is your cultivation level, Daoist friend? Are you willing to fight?"

"Brother just broke through last week and entered the middle stage." Someone next to him spoke.

"Good, good, good!" The old monk who had just spoken's eyes lit up and he cheered continuously. Practicing is so difficult, even if he is only in the initial stage of foundation building, with such a master, he will have nothing to fear even if the master of the opposite mountain comes.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to help me!" Chen Lang also said yes, and then remembered him and said he would fuck him first later.

As expected, there is an expert in the middle stage of foundation building. The spy’s intelligence ability is not good enough, so it would be better for him to find out in person.

Then he continued to ask, "Are there any fellow Daoists in the middle stage of foundation building? In the face of a great war, there is no need to hide. Can you show yourself?"

No more.

Chen Lang nodded. It was good that there weren’t any. If there were one or two more, he would have to consider running away.

"That's enough, you can go downstairs and have some wine." The old monk waved his hand, signaling Chen Lang to leave.

"What is your level of cultivation? What's your name?" someone suddenly asked. This was a member of the vanguard team who escaped back. He felt strange because this person didn't seem to be in the team at that time.

Chen Lang suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

He opened his chest and revealed his badge.

"My name is Han Tianxiao, the captain of the Seventh Team of Songhu Mine. Please give me some face and stop fighting and go home, otherwise I will beat everyone here to death."

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(End of this chapter)