Hongjiao?

Before everyone could figure out what the sect was from, they saw black shadows flying towards them.

Knife, gun, sword, halberd, axe, halberd, hook, fork...all shapes and shapes, and all kinds of weapons are available!

puff!

A little ghost Zi raised his sword to resist, and was sprayed with black juice on his face by the black shadow of the weapon, and then he found that these things were made of ink.

Bao Buping held a large brush more than a foot long in front of him and wrote and painted, and new weapons were outlined in the ink.

That brush is the sixth-grade magic weapon given by Wang Hui - [Mo Ge]!

The items in the storage ring are all grade one to fifth grade, but this one is given to Bao Buping alone and reached the sixth grade (legendary level).

Before Wang Hui had obtained the holy relics of the world inheritance of the practitioners, using the fusion function like [Yin and Yang Fish] would consume a lot. After weighing the trade-offs, he would give a sixth-grade magic weapon with a low threshold of use with a higher cost performance.

After all, he has many things of this level.

Although Bao Buping's use of [Mo Ge] is still at a very basic level, dealing with a group of old hats is like killing a chicken with a ox knife. A large number of ink weapons easily disrupted the formation of Xiao Gui Zi and the officers!

Seeing that strong aids arrived, Song Zhong and other carpenters were greatly inspired and shouted to step up their attacks and attacked on both sides.

"Stop fighting! We are willing to surrender!"

Seeing that the servants were killed completely, the cultivators of the Purple Mansion were out of their way, they hurriedly begged for mercy: "Boss Song! I am your grandfather who grew up watching me grow up. I have to go to the Purple Mansion!

For the sake of our friendship, let me spare my life!"

Song Zhong looked at the man: "You always took Gui Zi to intercept the wood in our field, and lied that it was a devil cultivator who was in trouble, and he had no choice but to do so? Is this your friendship with my grandfather?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already strode over and slashed at the other party's neck with a scimitar. The latter was panicked, but was staggered by an ink hammer flying from the side. His body leaned forward and was directly hit by Song Zhong's

A scimitar cuts off half of his head!

Now that things have come to this point, there is no possibility of reconciliation. All the officials and monks of the Zifu Palace were killed!

Two groups of "rebels" met. Bao Buping learned about the experience of the crowd in the saw wooden yard and immediately proposed: "Purple forces the people to rebel, and the people have to rebel. Brother Song did the right thing!

But now you have no way back and Dasong has no place to stand. Why not join our Hongsect? With the leadership of the ancestor Hongjun, sooner or later, the dirty Dasong can be cleaned up!"

When Song Zhong heard this, he didn't hesitate for too long. He discussed with his workers for a few words and agreed.

His ambition is not as noble as the "Ode to Change", and he just does not want these carpenters who are as affectionate as a family to be persecuted again.

Since you have embarked on the road of rebel, hesitation will only kill everyone!

If you want to do it, do it more thoroughly!

The two sides hit it off and then looted the town ya warehouse and the Zifu monks' garage warehouse.

Seeing a dazzling array of wealth, the carpenters were so angry that they felt itchy. Tieyang Town had been suffering for so many years, but it was not that it really didn’t create much value, but that most of the value was sucked away by borers!

The two groups of people gathered the supplies and finally decided to take away magic weapons, elixirs, talismans and other practice supplies. Most of the money was spent to the local people in Tieyang Town.

Take it from the people and return it to the people.

After finishing my busy work, it was almost early morning. Everyone didn't care about taking a break and hurriedly left the town and headed southeast.

Because the local area is full of love with the little ghost Zixiao, the Yumao village has been in the country for too many years, the people of Tieyang Town applaud their deaths and have no intention of reporting to other yamen.

It was not until a few days later that a monk from Zifu flew to Tieyang Town on a small boat to inspect, and found that the town yamen and Zifu branch base were burned into ruins. He didn't even feel hot if he wanted to eat barbecue!

"Bold and reckless! Lawless!"

When the superior county government of Tieyang Town learned about this, the county magistrate was furious and firmly expressed his opinion to the monks of the Zifu Palace that he would definitely do his best to investigate the case thoroughly.

When he turned around, he ordered his subordinates to strengthen their vigilance, and even transferred half of the soldiers to the county magistrate to protect the three layers of the county vassal.

There are so many rebels in a small Tieyang Town. How dangerous would it be if this happened in the county town?

The county magistrate knew his image in the eyes of the people. It was more important to save his life first than to investigate the case...

...

In a blink of an eye, heavy snow fell.

Half a year after Wang Hui came to the world of cultivators, the Kingdom of God had entered the beginning of [Thirty-seven Years of God's Descent].

He recently traveled around the countries in the East and had a lot of talks with many monarchs. By the way, he secretly gave the golden dragons of these small countries free of charge.

[Currently available source quality] Increased from s/23% to 27%.

In legend, the decline of national fortune will lead to the decline of its corresponding country, but Wang Hui is an educated rational young man from the new era, sneering at this kind of feudal superstition!

The essence of the national fortune Golden Dragon is just another form of liquid source quality in the cloud barrier. As long as it is not completely absorbed, how will it affect a country's fortune?

If you take a step back, even if it really affects it, so what if Wang Hui takes every golden dragon of national fortune to lose weight, it means that everyone's dragon is not thin, which is reasonable.

"The East is known as the Demon Realm, but in fact there are only a few more demon cultivators. When it comes to lawlessness, there is still a gap between it and Dasong's Purple Mansion. The methods are relatively rough, so it seems cruel..."

Early that morning, Wang Hui led Xiao Zhao Chan to the restaurant for breakfast, and soon there was a noise, and there was a conflict between the table in the corner.

A hangover magic cultivator vomited onto the guest at the next table. The two sides fought with each other with disagreement, and blood splashed out from afar, making the shop mess!

"Uncle, who would win?"

Xiao Zhaochan asked in a low voice while gnawing meat and picking cakes.

Before Wang Hui could speak, he continued: "I guess the drunk one won. His cultivation level was obviously higher. He looked around and the tricks were very solid..."

Bang!!

Before Xiao Zhao Chan finished analyzing, the drunk man who was staggering and sitting on the ground swept his legs and knocked down his opponent. He rode on his big ear and shaved his hands until his brain flew around!

The rest of the guests who were calm in their meal shouted when they saw this and cheered for witnessing a passionate battle early in the morning.

"Put it out, offer it out! Hiccup..."

The drunkard hugged everyone and clasped his fists, took out a purse from the storage ring and threw it to the boss for compensation for the loss of the fight.

Then, he squatted down and skillfully touched the body's belongings, shaking the door and leaving.

Everyone is accustomed to this situation, but no one thinks there is any problem.

The Demon Realm seems chaotic, but after living for a long time, you will find that it has "local characteristic order".

Even Xiao Zhao Chan, who was trembling with fear at first, gradually got used to it after seeing too much.

He gestured with enthusiasm, imitating the fighting skills of the drunk man, and did not notice that a figure sat lightly on the other side.

Titicaca…

His mouth makes a crisp sound, changing shape and smiling.
Chapter completed!