Kuang Biao: Gao Qiqiang calls me the Godfather of Jinghai

The old man was so angry that he was in a hurry.

Chen Qing stared at the thin figure in a daze, and his mind was shaken.

He was a real villain who only cared about himself.

But he admired heroes who cared about the world from the bottom of his heart.

And Feng Gui... no, it should be Feng Qingyang, who was definitely such a person.

A great hero!

Chen Qing waved his hand and said, "Disperse!"

"General, Marquis of the Evil Earth, follow me, we have to set up the next scene."

After that, after a few golden lights, the three had arrived at the base camp of the "Demon Cult".

The general's brain was extremely useful. He set up ten wooden platforms at the door, and on each platform was a person tied, tortured to a bloody mess.

Many more rotten corpses were found, piled everywhere.

What shocked Chen Qing was that there were flies on the dirty land?

At this moment, they were all singing beautiful buzzing sounds and dancing in the pile of corpses.

"Wanren Di, General, make some arrangements! Wanren Di pretends to be Dongfang Bubai!"

"Well... by the way, Dongfang Bubai castrated himself, and he is neither male nor female. He usually wears red clothes and does things like drawing eyebrows and lips."

This is the last scene of the mad ghost's promotion. There is no room for error. After thinking about it, I feel that I have to accompany the mad ghost.

At that moment, I changed into a delicate girl and ambushed the place where the mad ghost was going to pass.

The dust gradually rose, like the wind and sand in the desert.

A man walked in the distance, shadowy, like a great knight.

The mad ghost dragged his sword diagonally and walked slowly.

His appearance was extremely shocking - at least it was like this before seeing his toy sword and mental illness clothes.

Chen Qing was already fighting with several ghost soldiers.

Originally, Chen Qing wanted to change all the ghost soldiers into black clothes and black robes, but the workload was too large, so he simply didn't change them all.

If the mad ghost asked the reason, he would say that the demon sect had the intention of rebellion and was recruiting soldiers.

Chen Qing's fight was just a fake fight, so he could make as much noise as he wanted and use as little force as he wanted.

After a few clangs, the ghost soldiers fell down.

Chen Qing looked at Feng Gui coldly and sneered: "Are you also a demon from the Demon Sect? I'm not afraid! Come on! You have already killed all the members of my Qingcheng Sect, so what if I am one more!"

Feng Gui quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, girl, you misunderstood, I am also here to enforce justice!"

Chen Qing took the initiative and shouted again: "Lie! How can you prove yourself?"

"At most... I will kill a few more demons from the Demon Sect for you to see!"

At this moment, Chen Qing has a graceful figure, red lips and white teeth, willow-leaf eyebrows and peach blossom eyes, and looks so cool!

The mad ghost took a glance and immediately retracted his gaze, lowering his head and saying: "Miss, are you also going to kill the Demon Cult? How about we go together?"

"Okay, Feng..."

Chen Qing almost called out Feng Qingyang's name again, and realized when the words came to his lips: "The wind is so strong, it's a good time for us to act."

"Yeah!" Feng Qingyang nodded: "I'm Feng Qingyang, what's your name?"

"A... Zhu."

"Miss Zhu, you seem to be quite familiar with the Demon Cult?"

Hearing Feng Qingyang say this, Chen Qing immediately followed his words and said: "Yes! After my Qingcheng Sect was destroyed, I have been hiding my identity and investigating the Demon Cult for several years."

As the two talked, Chen Qing lowered his body, crouched and climbed to a high ground, waved to Feng Qingyang, and called him over.

The two carefully exposed half of their heads, and Feng Qingyang frowned immediately when he saw the sea of ​​soldiers and ghosts.

Originally, Chen Qing was worried about how to let Feng Qingyang pass smoothly among the crowds of people in the Demon Cult.

If they really fight, even a hundred Feng Qingyangs will be crushed here.

But if they pass it too easily, it will be easy to reveal flaws.

After making up the identity of "Azhu", everything will be easy.

Chen Qing explained why the ghosts who raised the army wore armor: "The Demon Cult has long had a rebellious heart, recruiting soldiers and horses, and all the laws are set up according to the establishment of a new dynasty."

"Is that so!" Feng Qingyang nodded, and suddenly frowned: "What dynasty is it now?"

Chen Qing choked and waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter!"

"Come with me, I know a secret passage!"

The general is strict in managing the army.

He treated the baby in hemp clothes very inhumanely, but his prestige in the army is very high.

When he disappeared, the military discipline and law were also loosened.

When he came back, he immediately became a solid block again.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to sneak into the base camp guarded by tens of thousands of people.

But who is Chen Qing?

Director!

Do you understand what the director said?

Chen Qing kept chatting with the general privately: "See us

?”

“Yes! It’s the direction of the valley entrance! Move the troops here away!”

“Hey, the patrol team, they are about to see me! Hurry up, let them go!”

Just like that, the journey was extremely smooth.

Feng Qingyang looked at Chen Qing and suddenly said, “The girl is so familiar with this place. I think she has endured humiliation and heavy burdens in the past few years. I’m afraid she has surveyed it no less than a hundred times!”

Feng Qingyang has a chivalrous heart.

The degree of worrying about the country and the people is five stars.

Empathy is also excellent.

What else can Chen Qing say?

I can only follow his words and say, “That’s right! Look at those people tied up in the square, two of them are my younger brother.”

Feng Qingyang frowned and looked at the center of the square. Ten wooden platforms had been built there, and a bloody person was tied on each platform.

“Why not save them?”

“Sacrifice your small family to protect everyone! If Dongfang Bubai is not eliminated, there will be tens of thousands of such pitiful people in the world! Two younger brothers, what's the point of talking about them!"

"Girl, you are so noble!" Feng Qingyang was greatly shocked and bowed respectfully.

All right, all right!

Finally, Chen Qing led him into the cliff.

The musty and bloody smells hit him in the face.

The flies on the dirty land are obviously cold-resistant species, buzzing happily in this damp and cold environment.

"Who dares to break into the Black... Black... Black what?"

"Black Wood Cliff!"

"Yes! Who dares to break into my Black Cliff Wood!"

"There are assassins! "

Suddenly, several exclamations were heard!

It would be too unreasonable to reach the BOSS's lair without doing anything, so this scene happened.

A dozen Yanyun Eighteen Riders attacked fiercely with powerful moves.

After all, Feng Qingyang could fight against Wanren Di and Liuer Mihou to a draw, so all the Yanyun Eighteen Riders had real skills.

Feng Qingyang was already a rare master in swordsmanship, but his strength was too small! He couldn't fight them head-on, and his sword would take off if he touched them.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship was exquisite, either dazzling or piercing the throat, and he fought with everyone in a dangerous way.

In order not to be discovered, Chen Qing also fought with one of the Yanyun Eighteen Riders. The clang clang clang sounded fierce, but 99% of his attention was on Feng Qingyang.

Swords have no eyes. If Feng Qingyang was really in danger, he could only dodge to save him.

The style of the painting at this moment Weird.

There were only two or three people on Chen Qing's side, but the clangs were louder and louder, just like forging weapons.

On Feng Qingyang's side, there were more than ten people. Because Feng Qingyang didn't dare to confront them head-on, there was no sound except for the shouting and cursing.

The sound next to Feng Qingyang's ear became smaller and smaller, and suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

The tip of the sword drew a light arc and suddenly slashed on the throat of one of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun...

Puff--

The throat was cut.

The soldier covered his throat and fell to the ground.

When another soldier saw it, he quickly dragged him out and asked the coroner who had been prepared to treat him.

Feng Qingyang's mind was blank, and the tip of the sword was as flexible as a fly in the crowd.

He didn't even use his brain, and swung his sword casually...

Swish!

Another soldier's eyes were cut open by a sword, and blood and tears flowed. He fell to the ground.

"So this is what it means to win without a move."