1493 Sneak Attack 2
Seeing Wang Meng's dissatisfaction, Xu Yuangui said aggrievedly: "Boss? When I was with you, I really didn't eat much when I was open."
Wang Meng rubbed his face straight, it seemed that this was the case.
"Boss? I'm hungry!" Xu Yuangui suddenly looked at Wang Meng with hope and said.
wipe!
Wang Meng was convinced.
Hurry, Wang Meng waved his hand and delicacies all over the land.
Not only was Xu Yuangui so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, but even Long Yi and others were swallowing their saliva.
"Eat it! Eat it! There are all servings!" Wang Meng said with a smile.
With a huh, Long Yi and others went up and started robbing.
However, I didn’t get much, but I was taken away by Xu Yuangui, a foodie.
Long Yi and others were speechless when facing foodies.
Long time no see Wang Meng, Long Feiyun misses him very much.
"Let's go! Go to sleep! When we join the war, there will be no time!" Long Feiyun pulled Wang Meng and pulled him into the tent, regardless of the fact that there were still many people around him watching.
Long Feiyunxiang spoke without any scruples, and did not care about how many people were present.
Wang Meng was very embarrassed.
"Come on too?" Long Feiyun suddenly waved at the wind chime.
Fengling smiled elegantly and shook her head. She was also convinced by Long Feiyun's generosity and domineeringness.
The battle between the ancient clans was divided into two major camps, the Eastern camp led by China and the Western camp led by Mei Kingdom.
This camp is not divided by region, but by state relations.
The battle between the ancient tribe and the old antiques was extremely fierce. In just five days, countless old antiques fell. Although the Eastern camp occupied the top because of the strong strength of China, the losses were not small.
Faced with the fierce battle, Wang Meng and the younger generation of ancient martial arts could no longer sit still.
The war made their blood boil, and the blood made their fighting spirit surging.
In the mountains where creatures were originally spread all over the mountains, there were no creatures except the ancient tribes. All creatures were scared away by the powerful aura of the ancient warriors.
The real battles of the ancient tribe are rules-based, not purposeless group fights.
But this kind of rule is only temporary, and all the rules will no longer exist.
And, the first thing to break this rule is the great danger of being unwilling to be lonely.
Late at night, the jungle was silent, and the sound of the swaying trees sounded when the wind blew.
Two figures passed through the trees quickly, and except for the sound of the wind, there was no sound.
Not far ahead, two ancient martial arts secretly whistles were lying on the branches and watching the eyes and listening to all directions. But they did not notice that the two figures were approaching quickly.
The wind is blowing.
Like the falling leaves flying in the wind, two figures galloping towards each other a hundred meters away from the two secret whistles, suddenly stepped on the trunk of the tree and shot towards the two secret whistles.
Puff!
Puff!
The slight sound was covered by the wind.
Two secret whistles lay on the tree, and there was no sound.
The two figures' bodies remained fast and went deeper.
Along the way, all the secret whistles were killed by two people, silently without arousing the other party's alertness.
A tent and camp appeared in front of him.
This is a camp where young ancient martial artists of the Eagle Kingdom gathered.
In the camp, the tents were arranged in an orderly manner.
"I didn't expect that the camp of the Eagle Kingdom actually contained a formation." Wang Meng said, looking at the arrangement of the tents in the camp.
"There are many flaws, and they are just four-dimensional." Feng Ling said lightly.
"After all, the West does not have the foundation of the East, so it would be great to be able to do this." Wang Meng said.
"Although there are many flaws, they are of some use. Don't disturb them. If they are surrounded, they will be troublesome and attract old antiques. After all, our behavior violates the rules of the ancient clan," said Fengling.
"That's natural!" Wang Meng agreed deeply and suddenly said with a wicked smile: "They are too ink-like. If they continue to fight like this one-on-one, they will not be able to end the year of the Monkey and Horse Month? Our goal is to speed up the pace of the war."
Fengling smiled bitterly: "If you do this, the consequences will be serious."
"No matter how you do it, the result of the war is that the winner is the king and the prince are the loser is the bandit." Wang Meng disagreed.
At the entrance of the camp, eight ancient martial artists with swords on their waists stood.
In the camp, there were two teams of young ancient martial artists with nine people each crossing the patrol. They were also wearing swords on their waists.
The wind blew, and the grass and trees were moving.
The eight ancient martial artists at the door suddenly felt the cold air suddenly worsened in the originally slightly cool wind.
not good!
This is not cold, this is murderous intent!
The eight ancient martial artists were shocked and were about to attack and warn. However, the next moment, their horrified expressions suddenly frozen, but their bodies remained in their original state.
Two black shadows flashed past the eight ancient tribes.
The two of them were too fast, and the night covered all their traces.
There are also trees and scattered tents in the camp, which are the best bunkers.
The two of them had a very tacit understanding. The moment they entered the camp, they suddenly accelerated and entered the two tents on the left and right at the entrance of the camp.
The two men just disappeared, and the two teams of patrol ancient martial arts crossed here.
Seeing that the guards at the door were still there, the two teams of ancient martial arts had no doubts.
At this time, four ancient martial arts were resting in each of the two tents, and they were also guards, and they were resting at this time when shifts were changed.
Suddenly, they felt the temperature in the tent drop sharply.
The powerful wind-breaking energy is overwhelming.
not good!
Eight ancient martial arts suddenly woke up and wanted to get up.
But the next moment, their bodies were still before they could lift up.
Swish!
The two figures crawled out of the tent almost at the same time.
Afterwards, the two of them spread out at the same time at a very fast speed, and drifted into the nearest tent like the wind.
The two did not separate this time because the tent was not the guards, but the young strong men of the ancient martial arts family.
To judge the strong and the weak, you can judge from the breath. Unless old antiques hide their breath very well.
Wang Meng and Fengling are not old antiques, but their strength is no less than ordinary old antiques. Moreover, they also have secret methods to hide their breath.
There were only three people in the tent.
The identity of the young ancient martial arts of the ancient clan is naturally not comparable to those guards, and naturally there will be no crowds in groups, but they are also prepared for it now and do not settle in alone.
Wang Meng and Feng Ling had just gotten into the tent.
The three young ancient martial artists woke up at the same time and sat up. The reaction was quite fast.
But it’s useless to be fast. In the face of absolute strength, everything is false.
Saw!
Three anesthesia steel needles suddenly flew out of Wang Meng's hand, and were almost at the extreme, and directly inserted into the three of them's choking throats.
Because Wang Meng and Feng Ling were still a little far away from them, and they were already alert, in order not to let them cry out for help, Wang Meng had to use a hidden weapon.
The three young ancient martial artists had horror in their eyes and their mouths were wide open, but they could not shout.
At this time, Feng Ling was approaching the three of them, and clapped three palms in a row, slapped the three of them on the chest.
Chapter completed!