Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

"Is peace the most important thing?"

"Bald Donkey, if you had known that peace is the most precious thing, would you still have dared to take action against us?"

"Bald Donkey, if I don't kill you today, I won't be able to live with this yellow sand!"

Chu Qing asked curiously: "Why are you sorry for the yellow sand everywhere?"

The people outside the door laughed loudly and said: "It is most appropriate to bury the bones in yellow sand!"

Inside the house:

Ancestor Wutian looked ugly.

"I just looked at the almanac today and it said it's a good day to go out!"

"Why were I beaten by a group of low-level warriors when I went out, and randomly killed by a group of masters?"

"Why is the almanac inaccurate?"

Ancestor Wutian decided to change his almanac after returning.

Anyway, it’s almost the end of the year.

tread! tread! tread!

There were dense footsteps outside.

Then, men in bronze masks and cloaks came in one after another.

The faces of the Taoist nun and others changed drastically.

This group of people was the same group that surrounded and killed Chu Qing.

And Patriarch Wutian looked even more ugly.

He roared: "Everyone, I have no enmity or enmity with you!"

"We won't kill them all!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

Just now, Patriarch Wutian was very awesome.

He also casually beat up a dozen unlucky guys.

Arrogant and arrogant.

Why are you scared now?

What is the origin of these bronze masked and cloaked men?

Can you suppress Patriarch Wutian?

They are more terrifying than Ancestor Wutian.

Will they be more arrogant than Ancestor Wutian? More unscrupulous?

Will they take advantage of us and kill us?

At this moment, many people in the grassland, even those in the Splendid World, had solemn expressions.

tread! tread! tread!

More and more cloaked people came in.

There were hundreds of people.

The waiters in the shop huddled in the corners.

The rough and tumble people in the rivers and lakes were trembling on the sidelines.

This group of people, at first glance, appear to be from a large organization.

Not to be offended.

They can't afford it.

This time, even if I tried to scare them with numbers, I couldn't.

A cloaked man sneered: "You all, get out of here!"

call!

Many people in the rough and beautiful world let out a sigh of relief.

Good thing just tell them to get out.

It just so happened that a lot of people were packing their things at that time.

They quickly picked up their packages and prepared to go out and dig a hole for the night.

The bald Ancestor Wutian also breathed a sigh of relief.

He mingled with the crowd and wanted to leave.

result:

A man in a cloak pointed him out and said, "You can leave, but you must keep your head!"

Ancestor Wutian wanted to cry.

He suddenly shouted: "I am a third-level master, you are no match for me."

After saying that, he roared and wanted to fight the cloaked man desperately.

result:

More than twenty cloaked figures roared over and surrounded him instantly.

Then:

boom!

boom!

boom!

More than twenty cloaked men took action at the same time, and it was a unique move.

Ancestor Wutian roared, and he resisted with all his strength.

one time…

Ten times…

Fifty times…

boom!

A cloaked man disrupted his movements and slapped him on the chest.

Ancestor Wutian screamed.

Immediately afterwards, other cloaked men took action one after another, beating Patriarch Wutian until his flesh and blood split open and his bones were exposed.

Click!

A cloaked man grabbed his head and pulled it off forcefully.

Throw it on the ground!

boom!

Someone stepped on it and crushed it.

"Third limit? Just a parallel import!"

"You have no foundation at all. If you can reach the third limit, you will have used up all your luck in this life."

"In the next life, find a remote place in a poor country and dominate!"

Ancestor Wutian's eyes rolled on the ground; he made a silent protest.

He has been hiding in the desert, which is even poorer than the backwoods.

Poor people eat sand.

However, he had only been domineering for thirty years before he was beaten to death.

Not willing to give in!

Snap!

One foot crushed the rolling eyeballs.

It also crushed Patriarch Wutian’s unwillingness.

The huge inn was silent.

Except for Chu Qing, everyone was carefully watching the cloaked people.

A man in a cloak laughed strangely and said, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you get out of here!"

Wow!

Everyone got busy.

The Taoist nun pulled Chu Qing and said, "Let's leave quickly!"

Chu Qing shook his head.

Walk?

He was being targeted.

Just after the group of cloaked men came in, someone stared at him.

The sights of the seven or eight cloaked men were like lasers, locking him firmly.

at this time:

He frantically activated the dragon tendons and frantically repaired the flesh and blood injuries.

He had no scruples when facing more than twenty cloaked men.

However, this time there were hundreds of people on the other side.

He couldn't stop it at all.

After all, there is a big difference.

No matter how good his foundation is, no matter how strong his background is, he still doesn't have the ability to kill with one strike.

The recovery power of the masters in the second limit is not weaker than him.

As long as the opponent doesn't die, you can recover and continue to encircle and suppress him.

"It's dangerous now!"

"If I had known, I would have gone directly back to the martial arts academy instead of looking for Huyu."

Chu Qing felt a little regretful.

However, this thought was soon forgotten by him.

"I am a person who can never regret it in my whole life!"

"If I can't beat you, can't I escape?"

Click!

Click!

He straightened the broken bones, healed the flesh, and stared directly at the cloaked man.

Get ready to fight!

at this time:

Some cloaked men also discovered that Chu Qing was abnormal.

They laughed.

"Is there anyone who dares to ignore their orders?"

A cloaked man walked towards Chu Qing, and crisp footsteps sounded:

Trample! Trample!

"Boy, you are in such a mess, why don't you get out?"

"Don't you want me to bury you in the yellow sand before you are satisfied?"

After saying that, he was about to attack Chu Qing.

Chu Qing, with both hands in seals, prepared the Eight Gods Hand.

And at this moment:

A cloaked man suddenly said:

"He is the man!"

Hmm?

The cloaked man was surprised, he turned his head and looked at his friends.

The cloaked man who had been staring at Chu Qing said forcefully: "He is the man."

"The man the princess told me to do!"

Many cloaked men were silent.

Chu Qing is the murderer.

Then... according to the prince's intention, he must be caught.

But:

According to the princess's intention... it seems that they are not allowed to catch?

They are not allowed to kill Chu Qing.

This... what to do?

The group of cloaked men looked at their leader.

Eight third-level masters.

The eight masters looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Others could only guess what the princess was thinking.

And they received clear instructions - not to hurt Chu Qing at all; let alone embarrass him.

Thinking of this, they said hoarsely:

"You and your friend, don't go out!"

After that, they waved their hands.

Crash!

A group of cloaked people scattered and went to clean up everyone's rooms.

Only Chu Qing and the Taoist nun's room were left uncleaned.

Many Jianghu people were stunned.

Good guy, this group of guys who were so arrogant and easily crushed the old ancestor Wu Tian, ​​didn't drive Chu Qing away?

What does this mean?

Could it be that this young man has a bigger background?

Or...hidden strength?

The way they looked at Chu Qing was suddenly different.

If they admired Chu Qing at that time.

Then, now there are more emotions such as fear and admiration.

Chu Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know why the cloaked man didn’t attack again, at least he is safe now.

The eyes of the Taoist nun beside him sparkled, and she whispered: "Could it be that you defeated them a few days ago?"

Chu Qing’s mouth twitched.

Several third-limit cloaked men shook.

Damn!

I can crush him to death with one hand.

Why did he defeat us?

It’s all because of those rubbish.

More than 20 people, none of them could beat him.

Now it’s a handle.

Shame!