More than 100 people in a group were hit hard. After reporting the number of wounded people, Leng Xiaoran shook his head in a little speech, "Sir, this time the attack of an unknown man in black has caused 55 of our peripheral disciples to die. The core deacon died... three people died." The peripheral disciple suddenly stuttered when he said halfway.
In front of him was a deacon in his fifties, and there were several other core deacons sitting around him. "Go down." The core deacon in his fifties pressed his temple with some headaches, "What do you say about this matter?" the old man asked.
The other six people looked at each other for a while, and then one of them said, "This attack was obviously premeditated. It seems that our plan was leaked this time. Maybe the enemy has many traps staring at us?" The deacon said, looking around, as if looking for people who seemed to be able to do so.
"Leaked? If all our plans are leaked, then what awaits us is the abyss of life-and-death death. I don't want to fall apart so early. Humph!" The old man was obviously a little angry at the deacon's theory.
The deacon shrugged as much, and then a deacon said, "This is unreasonable. If this is the case, then we are in trouble. It seems that there are spies in our team." As he said that, the deacon's eyes wandered, as if he was looking at the surrounding deacons."
Suddenly, the deacons around him looked slightly angry, and they looked a little unhappy when they looked at the deacon, "What do you mean? Do you suspect that we are spies? Why do you think you are not one of them? Is it crazy?" Everyone thought so.
But no one shouted it out, for fear that it would be misunderstood by others at this critical moment, and it would be more than worth the loss.
"Hmph! All of us deacons are loyal families. If you say these things that shake people's hearts next, then we will attack you." The old deacon looked at the deacon and said slowly, with a look of alienation in his eyes. It seemed that the deacon really lost his wife and his troops.
"I...I don't mean that." The deacon explained, "Where are those peripheral disciples?" He secretly pointed to the peripheral disciples who were resting behind him.
"Hmph! Idiots! Do they have this ability? Only we know the specific plan. At most, they only know the specific ones, and some of them are wrong. If you say it is one of them or a small part of them, then the enemy will be affected to a certain extent. But have you not seen it? The enemy's decisive actions and sharp goals are far from being affected. Instead, it is based on specific instructions. Seeing that there is no last moment, their magic defeats us and they all exploded. That is not only a way to attack our living power, but also a way to leave no clues. The other party is a group of dead soldiers!" The old man cursed at the deacon.
But the deacon didn't even retaliate at all, as if he was very educated, "Yes, the teacher said yes." He bent down with a panic look on his face.
"Hmph, stupid boy, brainless..." The old man muttered for a while, then rested for a while.
At this time, Leng Xiaoran sat on the flat ground surrounding the hills behind her back and rested. After looking at the group of deacons, she sneered slightly in her heart, "A group of idiots. Only that old man looks to have some experiences. The rest are all a group of fools who have not experienced the world. Unfortunately, the old man's ability is limited. It seems that the ending of this convoy this time is very tragic." Leng Xiaoran kept thinking in her heart, and then lay on the ground and looked up at the sky. A snow-white cloud hung on the sky like silk. In addition, there was only the blue blue sky left. Leng Xiaoran narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was immersed in this clean sky. A team of birds slowly flew past the sky, imprinted in Leng Xiaoran's eyes, as if she had seen the time ten thousand years ago.
Lying on an open space, Leng Xiaoran looked at it and there was still a blue blue sky without any stains, as pure as a child's heart. Leng Xiaoran and the rest of the people were filled with sacred confidence, as if any darkness could cover up the devour.
He pondered quietly, as calm as a deep pool, lying there, "What do you think?" A thick voice suddenly came to Leng Xiaoran's ears, alarming Leng Xiaoran, and then Leng Xiaoran quickly stood up, revealing a hint of cold light in his eyes, "Who?" Leng Xiaoran made all the attacking movements.
Although all the actions just now were Leng Xiaoran pretended, the self-blame in his eyes was not pretending. "You?" Leng Xiaoran asked in a disloyal voice, "What are you... doing?" Leng Xiaoran asked hesitantly.
"Haha, what are you thinking so enchanting?" In front of you, there was the tough man. At this time, the tough man's face was full of gentle expressions. He sat on the ground and looked at Leng Xiaoran.
"Uh... Sorry, my reaction was a little intense." Leng Xiaoran sat next to him, but the doubt in his eyes still revealed Leng Xiaoran's heart at this moment.
"This strong man is not simple." Leng Xiaoran commented on this man in his heart.
"Haha, I don't know your name until now." The man asked.
"Leng Xiaoran." said with some disrespect.
"Oh, I see that I've come out so early every year." The man seemed to have forgotten to introduce himself.
"Well... you seem to have forgotten to introduce yourself." Leng Xiaoran looked playful.
"Uh...haha, I haven't introduced myself for a long time. It seems that I almost forgot about myself." The strong man smiled at the sky, "My name is Zhang Han, you can call me Zhang Han." The generous laughter, but in Leng Xiaoran's eyes, there were three false points.[
Leng Xiaoran smiled and said nothing. Zhang Han could see something from Leng Xiaoran's expression, "Are you still angry with me and scolding you in the battle?" Zhang Han pointed at Leng Xiaoran and smiled, as if he was a little dissatisfied.
"You don't see what you were doing at that time? If the men in black hadn't attacked, you would have died at their hands long ago." Zhang Han seemed to have said a very inconspicuous little thing.
"Hmm? hasty? It's a bit hasty, but how did he see it? Even I just saw that their offense seemed to be wrong with the command, but..." Leng Xiaoran was a little confused, but he didn't ask.
"It seems that this is the first time you have seen such a scene." Zhang Han asked indifferently, "It will be better next time."
"Yes." Leng Xiaoran responded in a low voice.
...
After resting for half an hour, "I cleaned up the convoy, piled up boxes of each carriage onto another carriage, removed the horses, and pulled two horses in each carriage. The convoy had a total of five cars, and the periphery's disciples guarded one car on average..." A guy who seemed to be the leader among the periphery's disciples shouted vigorously.
Next, the jungle path was very calm, not as quiet as it was at that time, but the sound of insects and birds sounded more at ease, so I walked smoothly to the planned transfer station.
...
Two days later, Shen Shi.
The convoy has reached a place where no money can be found and no road birds can shit.
"Now we should go to the nearby stone valley to unload our armor and rest, right?" a deacon said to himself.
"It's almost done, it should be coming soon. Don't be muttering, my ears are about to have blood cocoons." The old man said a little angry. It seemed that the deacon behind him looked at him and felt a little disappointed.
"I... can't just mumble a few words?" The deacon mumbled a few words and then stopped talking.
After another hour, the sky gradually darkened, and a bloody sky was stained with the sunset. The fire clouds were circling in the sky like the flame master, companioning the sunset, as if they were looking at something, or surveying the monsters in the world. The last afterglow of the sunlight was still in the supporter of the flame master's body.
"The most beautiful sunset, it seems that the crisis is not far away." Leng Xiaoran muttered in his heart, with a look of expectation. He really didn't know who was fighting against Tiandi Qiankun early, or it might be Tiandi Qiankun himself acting, but the cost of this play was a bit high. Even the Holy Clan dared not say that he would let some cultivators who were level 6 and level 7 or even just took it to die. I'm afraid Leng Xiaoran would feel a little reluctant to let him go, unless he was not his own, then it would be possible at that time.
"Just go to the stone valley ahead to rest for one night and move forward tomorrow." Someone shouted to the public.
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran looked at the distance, and felt inexplicably nervous, "Shigu? It is indeed a good place to rest in Shigu at night, but this Shigu..." Leng Xiaoran looked at Shigu getting closer and closer, "What's wrong? Boy, I don't talk all day long. When you see this Shigu, you still frown, are you still unhappy?" Zhang Han stared at Leng Xiaoran with big eyes and looked at Leng Xiaoran nearby.
"Yeah!" He was shocked by Zhang Han, a very nervous strong man, and stared at him with his eyes bigger than Lin Er behind him. If Leng Xiaoran hadn't known that this guy's sexual orientation was normal, Leng Xiaoran would have been wary of it, and even secretly ruined this guy.
"Oh, I don't like living in a stone." Leng Xiaoran returned casually.
"Why?" Zhang Han seemed to break the awareness of asking the whole story.
"Huh? Why? What else is there?" Leng Xiaoran said perfunctorily for a few words, and followed the large army into the stone valley.[
"What and what? Tell me clearly, Xiaoran!" Zhang Han usually is like a big fool, but Leng Xiaoran understands that his mind is not ordinary, so Leng Xiaoran is always very careful when talking to Zhang Han.
"Don't you know that only dead people live in Shi Tou's house?" Leng Xiaoran glanced at Zhang Han, as if he was looking at a fool. His eyes immediately made Zhang Han's face turn red, white, black and purple...
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