Chapter 856: Heavenly Lord, Xi Ying

People are in the world and cannot help themselves.

Although Kaixin is now at the forefront of the world, countless examples of his experience in his three years of previous life have warned him of a fact.

Never be disconnected from the mainstream characters...

Even if your strength is already very good, there are talented people from all over the world.

In my previous life, I don’t know how many heroes and masters fell quickly after a flash in the pan, spending a longer time in obscurity, and even no chance to show their heads.

so.

Although the tasks assigned by Shi Feixuan this time, even if there is no military achievements or substantial task rewards, Kaixin still dares not be careless and slack.

After two days, the happiness has been vaguely figured out.

This border mission, daytime military achievements are the mainstream, military rank system and soldiers' world;

But at night, all walks of life appeared on the grassland and became a battlefield for countless masters in the martial arts world to compete with each other. There are probably many hidden plot tasks.

If you blindly abandon the plot tasks for the sake of military achievements, you will inevitably lose the big picture due to small gains.

Immediately, Fei Ge sent a letter to the silver fox and Lei Zhan ordered everyone to rest in the camp, and happily went hand in hand with Shi Feixuan, and headed towards the depths of the grassland.

...

Somewhere in the grassland, dozens of strange and twisted corpses were stacked all over the ground, like Shura hell. On the ground, each corpse and bones were shattered inch, like a broken doll, thrown on the ground, as if it could not be connected. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the face of each deceased was so distorted that it was impossible to see clearly. It is obvious that before death, they encountered unbearable pain that ordinary people could die in endless pain.

And everything is just a masterpiece of a middle-aged man who seems very ordinary.

Medium figure, very ordinary long gown;

Under the slightly white bun, a trace of restrained majesty was hidden. His chin was slightly raised and he looked indifferently at the direction of the Central Plains Army's camp. His eyes flashed with a slight sinister and cold light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Behind this person, two men and one woman, dared not stare at his back without panting, nor did she dare to stay for too long...

"Uncle Xi, you scared the friends Wanwan brought."

The voice was soft and charming, with a faint and faint magical aura, which immediately broke the dead silence here, and at the same time guided the attention of the two men and one woman from the middle-aged man on the other side.

Witch Wanwan!

The Demon Sect has appeared and she has never been missing.

Just like the elves in the dark night, the graceful and charming figure reveals an ecstatic charm that others cannot resist under the cover of the hazy night.

The two men opened their eyes desperately, wishing to put their eyes on Wanwan's gauze and kiss and love them well;

As for the woman, she had red hair and was so terrifying that she was also very tempting to be a human among the evil demon sect. At this time, she was very careful to stare at Wanwan with a jealous look.

As a junior sister, although she knew that Wanwan was just a plot character in the game, and even though she knew that Wanwan's "The Demon Technique" had been cultivated to be better than Lan, and was ranked above Zhu Yuyan, she saw that her senior brother's eyes were almost touching Wanwan, and the woman's nature was still unconcealed.

"snort!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but hum a very majestic tone from his nostrils:

"Wanwan, youngsters play with your "Demon Technique" in front of your uncle, and... what's the use of these three people you brought this time?"

The two men and one woman were stunned when they heard this, but they smiled bitterly and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

The purple-haired man and the red-haired woman are naturally the "male and male demon" who have become famous recently. As for the other one, she comes from Mongolia and is the number one master in the Mongolian world, "Rongsen".

"Uncle Xi, look at what you said, these juniors should always come out to see the world, otherwise they will never be able to go to the table, and it will be of no benefit to our Demon Sect." In a soft speech, Wanwan's gaze fell on the burly and tall man "Rongsen":

"The Demonic Master Zhao, this time, the people in the Central Plains Camp must have noticed it. They sent people to observe the scouts, but it is unknown how strong the person comes. It is better for Uncle Xi to avoid it now and let Wanwan and these juniors explore the details of the Central Plains martial arts world first. If it is really not possible, then Uncle Xi will take action?"

While pondering, Xi Ying's eyes flashed for a while and he nodded:

“Okay.”

In fact, he was still a little guilty when he was an enemy of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Although he is a powerful person in the mythology realm and the head of the Deep Death, the people in the Demon Sect are selfish and take more attention to their own safety than anything else. His figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot.

The two men and one woman only saw Xi Ying flashing and quickly disappeared from the darkness without a trace, and her face changed immediately.

The red-haired woman took a step forward:

"Senior sister, what if we can't stop the powerful masters from the Central Plains martial arts world?"

“…”

The Mongolian master Rong Sen pulled the corner of his mouth calmly when he heard this, and sneered: "If you are afraid, leave."

"Don't let your mother gosh!" The purple-haired man glared at him with a rushing temper, and a faint black airflow flowed rapidly in his palm: "You think the masters in the Central Plains are like you, and they are all three-legged cats... Let me tell you that in the Central Plains, any one on the Dragon List can knock you down."

The red-haired woman stared at Rongsen with a bad look!

"Yeah?"

Rong Sen moved his body like an iron tower, and each step seemed to contain a thousand pounds of force, giving people an extremely calm and indestructible feeling.

"Just let's practice, whoever loses will withdraw from this mission."

A smile appeared on Rong Sen's mouth.

"Who is afraid of whom!"

The purple-haired man had already grasped a perfect black mark in his hand, with a rolling demonic energy, fierceness and sharpness.

"Okay, stop me!"

Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement and wanted to fight, Wanwan rushed between them with benefits: "You two are from my Demon Sect... Rongsen is the most brave warrior under Kublai Khan. Don't hurt your own kindness."

As soon as the words were finished, the four of them heard a clear sound of horse hooves sounding from behind a small hillside in the distance. Several torches shone on more than a dozen Central Plains martial artists and entered their field of vision.

The person in the head was as handsome as a jade-like face, extremely handsome and of a good temperament. The group of people behind him looked more like his subordinates, all of whom were terrified and had a strong aura.

The male and female demons changed slightly, as if they recognized the identity of the handsome man on the horse's back.

A group of people rushed to Wanwan and others, and their eyes lit up.

"Wanwan?!"

"Mongol……"
Chapter completed!