Cultivating Billionaire
Chapter 262
The whole city of Phoenix is dead and silent. The 80000 soldiers in southern Xinjiang have disappeared without a trace of blood or bones. The wild night is like eating people without spitting bones. Zhang Zheng is afraid to think of it. If it had not been for the help of Ma ye, he would have been like these soldiers in southern Xinjiang.
"I, Qin Aotian, apologize to all of you. If you can go, you can't keep Phoenix. I can only tell the residents in the city to take their belongings and run for their lives." "Qin Aotian" voice in the city, or as powerful.
Although the people below complained bitterly, there was no way. The runes on the surrounding walls had been damaged. If you continue to live here, you will die without a burial place.
Soon, the people in the city have adapted to this change. Sometimes when the rune in the city is defective, they will go to other places, which has long been used to.
"Xiaozheng, let's go. I'm afraid the national teacher of Southern Xinjiang can't hold his breath!" The lame man said lazily to Zhang Zheng.
"Grandfather lame, where are we going
"Wild border!"
With that, the lame man pulled Zhang Zheng's clothes and instantly disappeared in place.
Zhang Zhenghui felt that the wind in his ears was blowing in the past and the scenery was constantly changing. If he had not adapted to Hong Jiu's behavior, he would have to greet the first few relatives of the lame.
Soon, Zhang Zheng just breathed a few breaths and arrived at what the lame called the wild frontier. Zhang Zheng's eyes widened and his face was unbelievable. The wilderness and southern Xinjiang seemed to be two worlds! The handover area is clearly visible, the wild land is blood red, and the land in southern Xinjiang is yellow.
In front of Zhang Zheng is a huge city, stretching for thousands of miles, which reminds Zhang Zheng of the Great Wall, such a huge fortification, which is only to stop the wilderness! It seems that over the years, there have been many conflicts between the wilderness and the southern Xinjiang, and many cities have been broken. Zhang Zheng sneered at such fortifications. Once Ma Ye goes down, the wall will collapse.
Zhang Zheng looked up again. There was a middle-aged man sitting on the top of the city. His eyes were different from those of ordinary people. There seemed to be a vast galaxy of stars in it. As soon as the dust was staring at it, it was as if everything had been seen through. It was like the bright and dazzling black pupil of the black leaping stone, shining with awe inspiring spirit, hidden under the seemingly calm eyes With sharp eyes and a handsome face like carving, it is even more imposing. It reminds us of the tiger on the Savannah, which is full of danger. This is the Grand Master of protecting the country of Southern Xinjiang! The most intelligent and intelligent person in the world.
Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes and couldn't see any flaw in this man. If it was watertight, it would be more appropriate.
"Is this the Grand Master of protecting the country in southern Xinjiang?" Zhang Zheng murmured to himself, as if in front of this is not a person at all!
"Yes, the village head confronts him in the sky! As long as we can hold these people for a day, the people of the wild tribes will gather together The lame man said faintly, one hand has already grasped own crutch, the momentum is unceasingly climbing.
If we say that seven people obstruct more than 200000 troops, I'm afraid no one can believe it. But Zhang Zheng knows that these old guys in canlao village, even if they are facing millions of lions in southern Xinjiang, are not without a chance to win.
"You are old. Now the world is the world of young people. You are old with your ancient law!" Nanjiang Guoshi, looking at the village head who is far away from him in the air, said calmly.
"I'm old, and a hungry camel is bigger than a horse." The head of the village shook his head. His words were not lost to the teacher in front of him.
"Ah, you are the master of the old generation, and I am the master of the new generation. Fate will always stand here. Today I come, it means that you are going to lose!" The national teacher of Southern Xinjiang pressed forward step by step, and the two men were equal in language.
"Since you want to fight, fight!" The village head's clothes are windless and the clouds are floating behind him.
"Go on With a wave of the national master's hand, tens of thousands of cavalry in southern Xinjiang rushed directly behind him. Once they attacked, they would not grow any grass and crush the wild land.
"Up On the hillside, the deaf's big hand waved, the brush in his hand seemed to be golden! Every time I write a pen, the whole world trembles. When I finish writing, the sky suddenly changes color. There are thunder and lightning in the sky, strong wind and rainstorm come, and tornadoes disperse tens of thousands of cavalry.
When the master saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning. It was said that in Antu country, a remote country, there was a childe who did not listen to things out of the window. He was addicted to painting and calligraphy all day long. He knew that his country had been destroyed and his father and mother had been killed by other people's knives. The young master woke up from the painting, mixed with grief and indignation, and resented himself, so he cut it Under his ears, he picked up a painting of a hell of eighteen layers, and the whole kingdom of Antu became a hell, haunted by evil spirits all day long. It is said that the prince of Antu disappeared.
Zhang Zheng looked at the deaf man holding the brush. His lips rose slightly and said in a low voice, "tut Tut, Prince Antu, it's really worthy of his reputation to draw into Taoism."
One person only relies on a pen to block tens of thousands of people, which is enough to let those talented people who only know how to obtain fame!Finally, it is hard for the deaf to maintain the scene. In the village, his accomplishments are the lowest and they can't do two things at one time. At this time, the deaf are like a paper doll, and they may die if they touch it.
The national teacher of Southern Xinjiang would not give up such a great opportunity. He played dozens of times in his hand and flew away one after another. Just as he was about to reach the deaf, the lame man appeared and pointed his crutches to the void, and the dozen rounds of light were bounced away.
"Nanjiang children, I didn't expect that your grandfather and I are still alive. Have you kept my leg for me?"
Looking at the lame man who suddenly appeared, the national master of Southern Xinjiang was a little surprised. "If I have the ability to take one leg from you, then I have the ability to take your other leg!"
"Then try it! Drink With a light drink in his mouth, the lame man flew up and pointed his crutch to the South Xinjiang national master in a distance. A golden light ran through the sky and went straight to the South Xinjiang national master on the city floor.
Magic gun! The master's face changed greatly, and he finally remembered the God of gun who dared to fight with the gods. The whole man immediately got serious and flew away from the tower. With a wave of his backhand, countless guns condensed in the air.
The lame man's blow was nothing fancy. It was a simple shot. The whole world was changed by it, and a holy breath was enveloped in the whole person.
"I, Qin Aotian, apologize to all of you. If you can go, you can't keep Phoenix. I can only tell the residents in the city to take their belongings and run for their lives." "Qin Aotian" voice in the city, or as powerful.
Although the people below complained bitterly, there was no way. The runes on the surrounding walls had been damaged. If you continue to live here, you will die without a burial place.
Soon, the people in the city have adapted to this change. Sometimes when the rune in the city is defective, they will go to other places, which has long been used to.
"Xiaozheng, let's go. I'm afraid the national teacher of Southern Xinjiang can't hold his breath!" The lame man said lazily to Zhang Zheng.
"Grandfather lame, where are we going
"Wild border!"
With that, the lame man pulled Zhang Zheng's clothes and instantly disappeared in place.
Zhang Zhenghui felt that the wind in his ears was blowing in the past and the scenery was constantly changing. If he had not adapted to Hong Jiu's behavior, he would have to greet the first few relatives of the lame.
Soon, Zhang Zheng just breathed a few breaths and arrived at what the lame called the wild frontier. Zhang Zheng's eyes widened and his face was unbelievable. The wilderness and southern Xinjiang seemed to be two worlds! The handover area is clearly visible, the wild land is blood red, and the land in southern Xinjiang is yellow.
In front of Zhang Zheng is a huge city, stretching for thousands of miles, which reminds Zhang Zheng of the Great Wall, such a huge fortification, which is only to stop the wilderness! It seems that over the years, there have been many conflicts between the wilderness and the southern Xinjiang, and many cities have been broken. Zhang Zheng sneered at such fortifications. Once Ma Ye goes down, the wall will collapse.
Zhang Zheng looked up again. There was a middle-aged man sitting on the top of the city. His eyes were different from those of ordinary people. There seemed to be a vast galaxy of stars in it. As soon as the dust was staring at it, it was as if everything had been seen through. It was like the bright and dazzling black pupil of the black leaping stone, shining with awe inspiring spirit, hidden under the seemingly calm eyes With sharp eyes and a handsome face like carving, it is even more imposing. It reminds us of the tiger on the Savannah, which is full of danger. This is the Grand Master of protecting the country of Southern Xinjiang! The most intelligent and intelligent person in the world.
Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes and couldn't see any flaw in this man. If it was watertight, it would be more appropriate.
"Is this the Grand Master of protecting the country in southern Xinjiang?" Zhang Zheng murmured to himself, as if in front of this is not a person at all!
"Yes, the village head confronts him in the sky! As long as we can hold these people for a day, the people of the wild tribes will gather together The lame man said faintly, one hand has already grasped own crutch, the momentum is unceasingly climbing.
If we say that seven people obstruct more than 200000 troops, I'm afraid no one can believe it. But Zhang Zheng knows that these old guys in canlao village, even if they are facing millions of lions in southern Xinjiang, are not without a chance to win.
"You are old. Now the world is the world of young people. You are old with your ancient law!" Nanjiang Guoshi, looking at the village head who is far away from him in the air, said calmly.
"I'm old, and a hungry camel is bigger than a horse." The head of the village shook his head. His words were not lost to the teacher in front of him.
"Ah, you are the master of the old generation, and I am the master of the new generation. Fate will always stand here. Today I come, it means that you are going to lose!" The national teacher of Southern Xinjiang pressed forward step by step, and the two men were equal in language.
"Since you want to fight, fight!" The village head's clothes are windless and the clouds are floating behind him.
"Go on With a wave of the national master's hand, tens of thousands of cavalry in southern Xinjiang rushed directly behind him. Once they attacked, they would not grow any grass and crush the wild land.
"Up On the hillside, the deaf's big hand waved, the brush in his hand seemed to be golden! Every time I write a pen, the whole world trembles. When I finish writing, the sky suddenly changes color. There are thunder and lightning in the sky, strong wind and rainstorm come, and tornadoes disperse tens of thousands of cavalry.
When the master saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning. It was said that in Antu country, a remote country, there was a childe who did not listen to things out of the window. He was addicted to painting and calligraphy all day long. He knew that his country had been destroyed and his father and mother had been killed by other people's knives. The young master woke up from the painting, mixed with grief and indignation, and resented himself, so he cut it Under his ears, he picked up a painting of a hell of eighteen layers, and the whole kingdom of Antu became a hell, haunted by evil spirits all day long. It is said that the prince of Antu disappeared.
Zhang Zheng looked at the deaf man holding the brush. His lips rose slightly and said in a low voice, "tut Tut, Prince Antu, it's really worthy of his reputation to draw into Taoism."
One person only relies on a pen to block tens of thousands of people, which is enough to let those talented people who only know how to obtain fame!Finally, it is hard for the deaf to maintain the scene. In the village, his accomplishments are the lowest and they can't do two things at one time. At this time, the deaf are like a paper doll, and they may die if they touch it.
The national teacher of Southern Xinjiang would not give up such a great opportunity. He played dozens of times in his hand and flew away one after another. Just as he was about to reach the deaf, the lame man appeared and pointed his crutches to the void, and the dozen rounds of light were bounced away.
"Nanjiang children, I didn't expect that your grandfather and I are still alive. Have you kept my leg for me?"
Looking at the lame man who suddenly appeared, the national master of Southern Xinjiang was a little surprised. "If I have the ability to take one leg from you, then I have the ability to take your other leg!"
"Then try it! Drink With a light drink in his mouth, the lame man flew up and pointed his crutch to the South Xinjiang national master in a distance. A golden light ran through the sky and went straight to the South Xinjiang national master on the city floor.
Magic gun! The master's face changed greatly, and he finally remembered the God of gun who dared to fight with the gods. The whole man immediately got serious and flew away from the tower. With a wave of his backhand, countless guns condensed in the air.
The lame man's blow was nothing fancy. It was a simple shot. The whole world was changed by it, and a holy breath was enveloped in the whole person.
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