Nanman smiled like a flower: "Master Rong Jiu, am I very good this time?"
"Master Nan, do you want to fight with me?" Rong Jiuci's expression was cold, and there was no wave in his voice.
"Yes." Nanman was eager to try. He had long wanted to test whether Rong Jiuci's skills were as amazing as the rumors said.
Just as he was about to walk over, he was stopped by his men.
The subordinate said: "Master Nan Hall, the sect leader has given instructions that everything we do today is very important and we must not make any mistakes."
The Southern Barbarians listen best and admire Qin Yehan the most, and they always obey his orders.
Even though he felt very sorry, he did not insist on taking action.
He said with great regret: "Master Jiu, it seems we can only compete next time. This time we can only attack in groups."
As he spoke, he waved his hands and had people surround Jiang Rong Jiuci.
The shadow was as tight as a bow and arrow, as if it was about to explode at any time. His eyes were blazing, even though they were now alone and weak, there was no fear in his eyes, but only boundless fighting spirit.
The Shuramen people quickly rushed over and fought with the confidants Rong Jiuci had brought.
Contrary to what they thought they could do, even if the Shuramen had an absolute numerical advantage, there was no way to break through their defenses and take Rong Jiuci away.
Nanman looked at the brothers who fell down one by one, and his face suddenly became ugly. He couldn't help it and rushed into the battle circle quickly.
Although all of the confidants who followed Rong Jiuci had extraordinary skills, one could defeat ten.
But those who came with the Nanman were not ordinary people. Up to now, they were just trying to support themselves. After the Nanman joined, they were no match at all.
Soon someone was injured and fell down. Since then, the original defense line was immediately destroyed.
The Nanman attacked the second person again in a slow and unhurried manner, with a playful tone in his movements, just like a cat playing with a mouse.
He just wanted to slowly consume these people until they died in front of Rong Jiuci.
"careful!"
Hearing the reminder from his companion, his confidant immediately wanted to get out of the way, but the Nanman had already rushed over, and there was no way he could avoid it.
Looking at the gleaming knife, despair flashed in his eyes.
However, the pain he thought did not come.
Rong Jiuci took action.
"leader!"
"Take care of yourself." Rong Jiuci said coldly.
Nanman couldn't help but twist his wrist: "Master Rong Jiu, it seems that there is still a battle between us after all."
"Really? I don't think so."
"What? Is Master Rong Jiu trying to escape from the battlefield?" Nanman's expression suddenly turned disdainful.
"No. It's you who don't deserve it."
When Rong Jiuci finished speaking, his figure had already arrived in front of Nanman.
Nanman felt bad in his heart and wanted to escape immediately, but in the end it was too late.
His neck was caught hard in Rong Jiuci's hands.
Nanman looked at Rong Jiuci with a gloomy expression: "Master Rong Jiuci, you are indeed extraordinary. You are the first person in so many years to make me so willing to fight. This is my honor."
"Ha!" Rong Jiuci laughed and exerted a little force with his big hands.
Nanman's face couldn't help but twitch, and this silent ridicule made his face sink like water.
Rong Jiuci didn't care at all, and said in a deep voice: "Let them get out of the way."
Nanman smiled: "Master Rong Jiu, when we finally encountered you and were weak, did you think you could escape by grabbing me? I'm afraid it was just a dream."
"It seems that Hall Master Nan is not thinking about being kind today."
"Master Rong Jiu is joking. Now that I have set up this trap and taken action against you, how can I think of doing anything good?"
Nanman said casually, the hand on his side shaking with this special frequency.
Rong Jiuci sighed: "That's really a pity. However, since the South Hall Master falls into my hands, I'm afraid this matter will not go as you wish. Unless you raise your knife to kill yourself now and die here, otherwise the Shura Sect will
People who only know how to deal with evil will throw the enemy away."
"What Mr. Jiu said makes sense." Nanman saw the approaching figure out of the corner of his eye, and raised the corners of his lips secretly: "It's just that I don't do anything I'm not sure of."
As his words fell, the figure who had come behind Rong Jiuci raised the knife in his hand and stabbed Rong Jiuci hard in the back.
This stab is like thunder!
This distance and speed are simply not something that an unprepared person can avoid.
Rong Jiuci will be seriously injured this time even if he doesn't die!
However, before the smile on Nanman's lips bloomed.
That figure was smashed out faster than when it came.
However, Nanman was the sack that was picked up and smashed away by Jia Zhengming.
Shadow also reacted, he rushed over and severely trampled Jia Zhengming under his feet.
She crushed his chest with her toes and said with murderous intent: "I knew there was something wrong with your kid. Look, isn't it because you can't hold it in anymore?"
"How did you know?" Jia Zhengming never expected that he had rehearsed countless assassinations in his mind and failed like this.
Nanman couldn't accept it, and his face darkened: "Since when did you suspect Jia Zhengming?"
"From the first time I contacted Jia Zhengming, I knew there was something wrong with him."
"Impossible! Impossible!" Jia Zhengming couldn't help but struggled, only to be stepped back again the next second.
His face was pressed hard against the rough ground, and veins popped out on his forehead, but he still screamed in disbelief: "My plan is perfect, you can't possibly discover it!"
indeed.
Jia Zhengming's arrangements were in place. As the general person in charge, after the incident at Base 3, he was also on the list of victims.
No one doubts a dead person.
Even if he was resurrected later, it was carefully planned, reasonable, and not questionable at all.
Especially when Murong Rong met Qin Yehan alone before the secret was leaked.
In the absence of any witnesses or physical evidence, Murong Rong is the biggest suspect.
Shadow could see Jia Zhengming's thoughts from his expression, and couldn't help but shake his head with a look of pity on his face.
Jia Zhengming was so stimulated that he shouted: "What do you mean? Why did you doubt me before! Why?"
"Because I believe in Murong Rong."
Rong Jiuci spoke, his eyes lowered and his face condescending: "No matter what my relationship with her is, she will never steal secrets to anyone."
"Since it's not Murong Rong, and no one else except me has come into contact with the secrets of Base No. 3, then there is only one person."
"Me." Jia Zhengming couldn't help but say: "I am the only one who makes plans with you."
"And I didn't die. I came out of nowhere. It doesn't make sense for you not to doubt me."
Thinking of how miserable he had made himself in order to win Rong Jiuci's trust, Jia Zhengming couldn't help but become very excited.
"Since you have suspected me for a long time, why did you put yourself at risk?"