I'm really not immortal

Chapter 132 Black Sandstorm

The next morning.

Last night's downpour disappeared early.

But within a few hours, the sand was like a monster that ate people without spitting out bones, and there was no puddle of water left.

And everyone in the inn didn't want to sleep.

Some perennial smugglers, after last night's bloody battle, also left in a hurry when the sky was getting dark.

So ever.

There are only four people left in Longmen Inn, Xichang, Zhao Huaian, Jin Xiangyu, and Zhao Qingchan.

at this time.

They sat at separate tables, all staring at the outsiders, for fear that some guys would strike first.

Jin Xiangyu glanced roughly, although last night's chaos was interrupted, at least one of the most difficult masters died.

So she smiled and said: "Oh, you are still people from the rivers and lakes, isn't it just that there was a little misunderstanding last night, why are you always so bitter and bitter?"

"Heizi, quickly serve the guests!"

"I'm coming."

soon.

Plates of grilled meat, steamed buns, and goat's milk wine were served on the table.

In such a night of bloody battle and very hungry environment, after the delicious food, everyone's mood eased.

pity.

Before everyone moved their chopsticks.

Bang.

The door was kicked open again.

The three forces got up at the same time, all holding swords and looking towards the door, all of them were in a tense state of mind.

Followed by.

A group of soldiers in helmets and armor, led by a bald head, rushed in.

On the surface, Xu Qianhu is an old acquaintance of Jin Xiangyu. It seems that the relationship between the two is extraordinary, but he is also for the gold under the sand.

Last night, the gold inlaid jade flying pigeon sent a letter to him to rescue him, and he ran over early this morning.

What is he for?
For those treasures.

Otherwise, there are so many treasures in the Dabaishang Kingdom, how many things can be moved out with just a few people who are gold inlaid with jade?
But here is the problem.

Although Xu Qianhu has the realm of a small master, he himself is a tough guy.

Because Jin Xiangyu used him as a shield, and teased him from time to time, telling him that the masters in the Jianghu were not very strong, and that entering the battle would be a dead end.

Gee.

Xu Guangtou, a thousand households living in the desert, really doesn't understand the martial arts masters in the rivers and lakes.

He roughly glanced at the masters in the inn, but he didn't think how fierce these guys were.

And seeing them all clenched their swords tightly, he became angry at that time, stepped on the bench where Cao Shaoqing was sitting, pointed at the others arrogantly and shouted: "Damn it, where are you all from? I don't know the Longmen Inn I covered it."

The crowd was silent.

Seeing that Cao Shaoqin's face was too gloomy, Xu Qianhu sneered and said, "What's wrong, can I step on your stool? Who are you looking at?"

After speaking, he raised his foot to kick over.

this moment.

The other Jianghu people almost laughed out loud.

And Cao Shaoqin really couldn't help it.

As the head of the East Factory, where does he usually go without a group of little eunuchs following him?

Now that he came all the way with Xichang, he was already full of sulking, now a thousand households at the border would dare to attack him?

Gan.

Are you really bullying me for having no eggs?

Not to mention being kicked, even if Cao Shaoqin avoided it himself, it would make the East Factory lose face, and the guys in the West Factory would have to keep mocking him.

So ever.

Cao Shaoqing struck decisively, the veins in his five fingers popped out, and Xu Qianhu's left leg was pinched immediately.

Click.

"what!!!"

"I hate your grandma, what are you looking at, do it for me."

"Kill the fucker, don't let any one go." The armored soldiers of the desert frontier army were not weak. Seeing that Qianhu was injured, they drew their swords one after another.

The armor on their bodies is extremely thick, ordinary swords can only be cut into the gaps, or they can only be slashed at the head, otherwise it is very difficult to kill them.

under these circumstances.

These soldiers are really not cowardly.

It is a pity.

In today's Longmen Inn, apart from Dongfang Qingming and Ye Hanxuan, the rest are first-rank masters.

for a while.

The melee resumes.

Zhao Qingchan watched the two armored soldiers rushing over, but he didn't care, but the old god was drinking tea.

But Liu Xuan stood up and threw two straight punches!

Bang bang.

Two figures flew upside down, and the armor on their chest was torn apart.

Its strong monster power was easily poured into the body, killing those two unlucky ones instantly.

crackling.

Throwing tables, hitting walls, clashing swords... the sound of fighting is everywhere.

The group of soldiers under Xu Qianhu had fought with horse bandits and smugglers all year round, and they were not weak in courage. Even if they were injured, they would not escape easily, not to mention that Xu Qianhu was not dead.

They faced the guys in the inn, except for the group of gold inlaid jade, they didn't respond, they just wanted to chop whoever they saw.

Even sometimes.

Under the circumstance that they relied on the momentum of encirclement, there was really a master of the first rank who was killed.

But the real opponents in this melee were not those soldiers at all.

Zhao Huaian and Xichang couldn't understand each other, and they would attack him secretly if they were fighting each other.

In a word.

The Longmen Inn has become a mess.

Everyone is fighting each other.

The grandmaster holds the grandmaster.

One product for one product.

There are hundreds of people in this group of iron and simple frontier soldiers. They don't care how good the enemy's martial arts are, they just want to chop anyway.

A chop.

Cut to death.

And not too long.

Hua Yuhuatian from the Xichang factory also rushed over with the Xichang brigade...

for a while.

Arrows rained down from the sky.

After everyone dodged for a while, they fought with the fans from Xichang again.

As for Zhao Qingchan and Liu Xuan, they hid in a certain corner of the wall at some point. The former held a throwing knife and would throw it from time to time.

Anyway, there are many people in the inn, so you don't have to worry about missing someone.

This scuffle seemed to be fought without any reason, and it should not have happened.

But this is the arena.

What is the character of the Jianghu people?

Who are you looking at?

What are you doing?

Without the third sentence, they directly drew their swords and faced each other.

Not to mention the current situation?
You can't let the people in the West Factory keep calm and carefully ponder whether there is a misunderstanding. After they cut Jill, they can't calm down.

You can't let Zhao Huai'an not attack Xichang people secretly, because he has a grudge against Xichang people.

You also can't let the domineering factory flower stop shooting arrows indiscriminately because there are people of his own in the inn.

What is the purpose of learning martial arts?
That is to use your fists to reason with you when you can't explain the truth clearly.

Or.

More people have no intention of reasoning with you after learning martial arts.

So ever.

After this chaotic fight lasted for an entire hour.

The murdered inn was full of dead bodies inside and outside.

The hands of many masters who killed were a little soft.

Killing black sandstorms descended here.

Until then, this group of people stopped their hands with fear.

at the moment.

Cao Shaoqin of Dongchang did not die.

The factory flower Yuhuatian is not dead, and Ma Jinliang is not dead.

Zhao Huaian, Qiu Moyan and the two children they escorted survived.

but.

After the black sandstorm swept across the desert in front of me.

roar~~~
The deafening roar spread from the center of the black sandstorm to all directions.

Zhao Qingchan squinted her eyes, and tightly held the trembling sword box with her right hand.

The expressions of the others also changed drastically.

Because when the black sandstorm swept away a large area of ​​desert.

They vaguely saw a huge black shadow, which seemed to want to follow the black sandstorm to escape from the world...

this moment.

Everyone felt their scalps go numb.

But when Jin Xiangyu saw the monster appearing, she felt depressed: "No wonder no one has taken away the things here, this monster is still dead?"

So she thought for a while, then appeared in the inn again, pointed at the noses of other people and cursed: "You guys have been beaten for thousands of dollars, and you know how to fight and kill all day long. My mother's inn has been demolished by you."

"It's all right now. The black sandstorm is here, and it seems that a monster has emerged from the ground. I just can't bear it. I don't want you to die here. Hurry up and go to the tunnel with my aunt and me to avoid it."

Jin Xiangyu's words were harsh, but no one refused.

But Zhao Qingchan was really curious, who is Jin Xiangyu?

How does she know so much?

The proprietress noticed his eyes, and sent him a voice transmission: "My old lady can see what you are rushing for, and come over to talk later."

"How to talk?"

"Sitting, is it possible that you are still lying down?" Jin Xiangyu glanced at him.

Brother Chan twitched his lips: "It's not impossible..."

(End of this chapter)