About ten minutes later, at a corner deep in the maze, Jiang Cheng, the great sect leader of the "Bugu Sect", sat there, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, a weak breath, and a gray face. Not far from him, the two people fell to the ground.
One of them lost his left upper arm, which was Najib's great surrender Wu Cong, and the other was Jiang Cheng's companion, the "Bugu Sect" surrender. Both of them were motionless, without
Half of the breath of life is already two corpses.
Although Jiang Cheng was still breathing a sigh of relief, the situation was not optimistic. He didn't even have the strength to send a signal to his fellow disciples for help.
After a while, Jiang Cheng seemed to have recovered a little of his energy and was about to take action, he suddenly stopped again. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the end of the passage formed between the two high walls, with a look of shock on his face.
At some point on the other side of the passage, two figures appeared, with their backlights, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. They could barely tell the difference. They seemed to be a man and a woman, and they were walking towards him, as if they were walking in their own courtyard.
Generally, there is no sign of impatience.
"Who?"
Jiang Cheng sat up straight and shouted sternly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
No matter how you look at it, neither of them looks like people from the manor. Even if they are the garrisons of Mojiu Manor, ordinary people will never allow them to approach this maze. Apart from the few great masters, there are only a few dozen.
The famous junior master has obtained such "privileges". Each of these ten junior masters knows Jiang Cheng. Seeing that he is seriously injured here, he will definitely be in a hurry to come up to rescue him. He will never walk like this and have a good time to make peace.
"Master Jiang Cheng!"
As we approached, it was indeed a man and a woman. The young man who was leading the way was elegant and generous. He looked not a native, but a Chinese. He slowly came to him not far away and stood there. He beat him indifferently
A greeting.
Although Jiang Cheng is not proficient in Chinese, he can barely understand it. Ordinary conversations are not a problem. This seems to be the habit of the natives in Luojia City. While hating the superiority of Chinese people, he consciously or unconsciously trying to learn from Chinese people.
.
Including their language, it is also a means to express one's identity as a superior person.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Cheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley just like his face.
This situation is really weird enough. On such a dark and windy night, in the core area of Mojiu Manor, two Chinese suddenly appeared in the maze and appeared in front of him. In Jiang Cheng's heart.
Even if they never thought about the situation, although the Chinese in Luojia City are "high-ranking races", they have no status in the world of Jiangtou.
Over the years, only the Chinese who have truly entered Mojiu Manor with an equal status were Fan Ying, the Chinese disciple of the senior brother Yi, who was also dedicated to the manor, and were able to enter the outer city of the manor.
In the inner city, he is not qualified to take a step, let alone this back garden.
"My surname is Xiao, Xiao Fan. I come from China."
Xiao Fan's tone was still calm and calm.
Jiang Cheng was even more surprised and shouted: "From China? Are you not a Chinese from Luojia City?"
Although it is now the information age, China is still so far away for Jiang Cheng. I never expected that one day, a "guest" from China will penetrate into the core area of Mojiu Manor.
Xiao Fan smiled softly.
Jiang Cheng is worthy of being a disciple of Mojiu. The famous great master of the "Bugu Sect" quickly recovered his calmness and asked vigilantly: "Mr. Xiao, what are you doing in our manor during the third update in the middle of the night?
Are you a 'Najipai' person too?"
To be honest, it is rare for guys who dare to attack Mojiu Manor directly in Denman Country. Only old sects like the "Naji Sect" dare to do such crazy actions. Jiang Cheng was vigilant, but he really couldn't imagine that
A Chinese from China traveled across the ocean and came here from thousands of miles away. What happened naturally, he naturally classified Xiao Fan as the "Naji Sect" camp.
It should be said that Jiang Cheng's guess is basically not outrageous.
At least for the time being, Xiao Fan and the "Naji Pian" can be regarded as allies.
Although Jiangsu Nan is fighting with Mojiu at the moment, Zhenren Xiao left them and ran directly to Mojiu Manor to make the idea of "Red Flame Grass", which seemed to be contrary to his friend's way. However, if he really could pick the "Red Flame Grass".
It definitely helped Su Nan and the "Naji Sect" a big favor. Su Nan could turn around and leave, and no longer had to stay in Luojia City, this was a place of failure. He was waiting for Mojiu to kill him in fear.
"Master Jiang Cheng must think so, it's not wrong. However, I have no intention of killing. If Master Jiang Cheng can cooperate with me, he may not be bleeding anymore."
Xiao Fan said slowly.
Jiang Cheng sneered and said, "Mr. Xiao is so angry. What do you think this is?"
Since you have arrived here, it is a question whether you can still walk out of the manor alive, but you are here to brag about "no doubt killing"? Are all dead people living in the Mojiu Manor?
Ji Qingsha smiled lightly and took over the conversation: "Master Jiang Cheng, no matter where this place is, at least we will take your life now, which is easy. So, please cooperate and don't force us to kill."
Usually, the great master is very arrogant. When dealing with a arrogant guy, he must first destroy his self-esteem.
"Really? Do you really think so? Hehe..."
Jiang Cheng sneered repeatedly. With the time of speaking, the almost exhausted energy in his body was recovering little by little. These two Chinese from distant countries must have equated the surrender with ordinary people. They will always
There is no way to understand how terrible a true master of surrender is, how powerful vitality and explosive power it has. Even just now, it was difficult for Jiang Cheng to move a finger, and it was still easy to deal with a strong ordinary man.
Jiang Cheng no longer wants to talk nonsense with these two guys, he just wants to kill them directly so that he can go into seclusion as soon as possible to heal his wounds.
Wu Cong is worthy of being one of the strongest surrenders in the "Naji Sect". After being seriously injured, he fought against two, and died together with them. If he hadn't been lucky, he would probably be the one lying here right now.
Two corpses but three.
Jiang Cheng didn't have time to carefully investigate his injuries, but it must be very heavy. Even his soul was severely damaged, especially his natal spiritual pet, who had no reaction to his summons and had not been recuperated for a long time.
I'm afraid I can't recover. But I'm going to see two Chinese people who don't know the world are so rich that they can't get stuck here.
Jiang Cheng can't afford to waste this time.
The great master turned his wrist and a black magic weapon with a strange shape appeared in his hand. At the same time, his eyes were slightly closed, his left hand pinched his fingers, and he muttered something in his mouth, and he wanted to use his trump card to use these two weapons in one fell swoop.
A strange guy killed him and made them a pair of fools.
Xiao Fan shook his head gently, sighed, raised his palm, and pressed forward with a light palm.
The vital energy of heaven and earth around him suddenly rolled up.
Jiang Cheng's great surrender felt that in an instant, a huge force that was so huge that it could not be increased suddenly suppressed, like the waves of the sea, suddenly covering him. The little energy that had just condensed disappeared in one go.
Jing. The bones of the body were even more oppressed and clattered. Not to mention the pinching method, even lifting a small finger, it became extremely difficult. Every inch of the skin on the body could feel the powerful suppression.
force.
There is absolutely no way to resist.
Jiang Cheng's great surrender opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.
What made Jiang Cheng particularly frightened was that the huge force not only pressed his body, could not move, but was even penetrated into his body through his skin, and soon spread all over his limbs and bones.
Every meridian is pressed to abstain.
The natal spiritual pet, who had no reaction to his summoning, woke up instantly, trying his best to break free from the oppression of this huge force, but he just twisted for a moment, exhausted his last little strength, and his whole body was stiff.
I could no longer move a little bit and completely fell into a coma.
Jiang Cheng could clearly feel that the huge force was surging around his natal spiritual pet.
This is Xiao Fan's mercy and is also warning him. As long as Xiao Fan is willing, he can kill his natal spiritual pet at any time. For any master, the killing of the natal spiritual pet means he
Life is completely over.
Even his master, Master Mojiu, is no exception.
Jiang Cheng is still struggling to hold on.
The next moment, Jiang Cheng felt that the huge force suddenly turned and retreated from his body like a tide.
"ah……"
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but scream, and squirted out a stream of turbid air that was holding in his chest, sucking in a long breath of fresh air. If the huge force was suppressed, Jiang Cheng suspected that he would not be able to bear it and explode his body
And died.
However, immediately afterwards, Jiang Cheng realized something was wrong.
His chest was empty.
The natal spiritual pet, which was originally nestled on his chest and warmed by his body temperature, was less than one foot long, and also left him with the huge force that retreated like a tide.
Jiang Cheng suddenly looked up and saw that his natal spiritual pet was already in Xiao Fan's hand, still in a ball, curled up in Xiao Fan's palm.
Xiao Fan looked at the stiff little snake with interest, as if he was looking at an interesting pet, and even had a faint smile on his face.
A biting cold suddenly spread across Jiang Cheng's limbs and bones, as if they had fallen into the abyss, and were frozen into a lump of ice by the cold cold from hell.
Xiao Fan held his natal spiritual pet, which was equivalent to holding his life.
This Chinese from a distant foreign country not only has unfathomable skills, but is even proficient in everything about the surrender. He can make him obedient with him as soon as he takes action, and there is no room for any struggle.
Of course, if Jiang Cheng was not seriously injured, then no matter how strong Xiao Fan was, he would be confident that he would have the power to fight.
But now...
"Master Jiang Cheng, I think we can have a good talk."