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Really, he didn't look like a Bing Bishop at all. After Zhang Yuanqing borrowed 500 yuan notes, he finally sent the Demon Eye King away.

Fortunately, he has always had the habit of bringing cash, otherwise he could only stare at the magic eye at this moment.

Or say: You wait here for a while, I will buy oranges for you, ah, no, I will go home and withdraw money for you.

It's really rigid, and it's understandable to rely on ability to steal some money when encountering difficulties. We must have a flexible moral bottom line. You must remember to pay back the money. Zhang Yuanqing put on the Gale Warrior gloves and flew towards Kangyang District in the sudden strong wind.

In the battlefield that is divorced from reality, mutilated and charred corpses spread out one by one, covering the streets and alleys. It was as if a great war had taken place in the city, corpses were strewn everywhere, and the number of vengeful spirits wandering in the air dropped sharply.

Fu Qingyang, who was dressed in white like snow, was holding the Jade Dragon Sword, surrounded by a hundred terracotta warriors, like a soldier who fears death as home.

Yanshi is like a general on the battlefield. They always have thousands of troops and horses for them to command.

Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng fought against their backs, they looked very calm, not embarrassed or weak. Fu Qingyang alone blocked the two masters on the opposite side, and they were not under much pressure.

On the tall buildings nearby, three master-level powerhouses stood in different directions, overlooking the enemies on the street.

They are the Great Protector of Dark Rose, the Three Protectors, and the Five Protectors (Spring God).

Different from the official masters who remained elegant, the three Night Roses were disheveled, ragged, with sword marks and burns all over their bodies.

Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng are both senior masters, and the latter is the leader of the Hangzhou branch, with one can imagine the combat and defense capabilities.

And Fu Qingyang's strength was beyond the expectations of both parties. Let alone the seventh-level master, the average eighth-level master may not be the opponent of this Mr. Qian.

As a result, the three elders of Dark Night Rose lost in battle. If it weren't for the top-notch recovery and battery life of Sun Youshen and Chunshen among the major professions, they would have lost by now.

"It's not good, why are the two elders of my southern faction silent?"

The little fat man sitting around the land fair was full of worry.

The two elders of the Southern faction didn't know whether they were killed, trapped, or escaped, but there was no more movement.

"Do you have no masters in the southern faction? Send two embroidered pillows to play in the top game." The round face and cute flower language said the most heart-warming words.

But the little fat man knew that this sweet-looking deaconess was actually the kindest and gentlest among the saints present.

Because the female swordsman "Xia Shuzhilian" and "High Mountain and Flowing Water" from the Songhai branch looked at him with cold and vigilant eyes, as if his dog's head would be cut off immediately if he made a slight movement.

"It won't really capsize in the gutter." The little fat man frowned.

Illusionist is a very specialized profession. It has many strengths, but it is also really short. Once it is close to a well-prepared melee profession, there is a high probability that it will be taken away by one set.

At this time, the sneer of the Great Protector of Dark Night Rose came to everyone's ears.

"Elder Hongying, you don't think that this is all I have to prepare for. Since I know you guys are fishing, it would be too disrespectful for you if you can't bring out demigod-level things. I know that the Marshal is in Songhai , but she can�t come.� The Great Protector plunged his oily sharpened sword into the ground, and opened his arms towards the gloomy and dark sky:

"Great ghost town, revive it."

The sky, which was originally dark, suddenly turned overcast, and the majestic cold air descended, turning from early autumn to midwinter.

The high-rise buildings disappeared, and even the cracks in the ground torn by Elder Gao Feng disappeared.

The world has become a barren and dead ancient city.

Fu Qingyang and others stood on the main road paved with bluestone slabs. There were many ancient buildings on both sides. At the end of the main road was a tall archway with the word "Ghost Town" written on the plaque. JrNovels.com