637 The Wolf Smoke Hasn't Rising

637 The Wolf Smoke Hasn't Rising

Seeing this move, the surrounding guards became excited. Their hall master is indeed reliable, once this move is made, Murong Ying will definitely not die or be injured!

Murong Ying was still very calm, she just stretched out her right hand and gently opened it towards the silver gun. The pink cherry blossom petals flew out immediately, and there seemed to be rows of cherry blossom trees growing behind Murong Ying, and countless pink petals fell down. A gust of wind swept the petals up.

These petals impacted on Yang Wuji's body, tearing his body into large wounds! Moreover, this powerful impact directly knocked Yang Wuji's body into the air, and slammed heavily on the wall behind him.

"boom!"

Yang Wuji smashed his body into a dent, but it wasn't over yet, Murong Ying fully opened her palm, turned her body sideways, and pointed her palm at Yang Wuji.

More cherry blossoms hit Yang Wuji's body, like pink sea water, swallowing Yang Wuji completely in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the wall was pierced through, and all the flesh and blood on Yang Wuji's body was torn clean by the sword energy, leaving only a skeleton, which fell to the outside of the wall with the broken corpse, smashed to pieces.

The bright silver gun also became scrap iron, fell aside, and lost its brilliance together with its owner.

The rest of the Demon Sect disciples were terrified, the strength Murong Ying showed was too powerful! In their minds, Yang Wuji, the hall master who is like a god of war, was beaten into a dog just by meeting him!

"Evil Cult disciples, not one will be left behind."

Murong Ying stood in the hall with unparalleled domineering arrogance.

The gold and silver swordsmen had already entered the hall, and their gold and silver swords were like the sickle of death, quickly harvesting the lives of those demon disciples. For these members of the Demon Cult, Murong Ying will not show any sympathy, and will kill them without mercy!

Soon, there will be no living people here.

Murong Ying glanced at the corpses lying in the pool of blood, she was still so calm.

"Let's go, go to the next Devil's Church branch."

Murong Ying only had information about a few branches of the Devil's Church in her hand, and she was reluctant to use it before, and wanted to keep it for a long time to catch big fish. But this time, for Li Fan, she wiped out these branch halls one by one.

While Murong Ying was mopping up the branch of the Devil's Cult, Li Fan and Liu Zhu had already successfully undercovered into Yijian Xiaoqingfeng and came to the banquet hall.

This dinner hall is very simple, with only a dozen large round tables with simple food placed on them.

Many men and women in black robes gathered in this hall and had dinner together.

As the leader of the alliance, Luo Xuewu naturally wouldn't eat at this kind of place. And the four heavenly kings were not there either, only a bald head sitting on the front table, gnawing on a beggar chicken.

When Li Fan and Liu Zhu came in, everyone glanced at them, and then continued to eat their own. It seems that eating is the most important thing for them.

And Li Fan and Liu Zhu were arranged at the bottom table, and there were seven or eight people in various clothes at the same table as them, who seemed to be Naxin's new disciples.

After Li Fan and Liu Zhu sat in, several other people looked at them one after another, with curiosity, vigilance, and even disgust in their eyes.

Yijian Xiaoqingfeng is different from other leagues, like riding a horse and riding a horse to the west wind, they generally do not refuse new recruits, so there are a large number of people, and they are known as the largest alliance among the four major alliances!

But Yijian Xiaoqingfeng is just the opposite. He has always followed the elite route. Although every time recruiting new recruits is an audition, the final pass rate is very low. Generally, only two or three people can stay and become the elite among the elites. elite.

Originally, more people would come this time, but because the Demon Cult was going up the mountain, Li Fan and Liu Zhu were the last candidates to pass the primary selection. Their arrival undoubtedly increased the competitiveness of this round!

Although everyone seemed to be eating, there were still a few people secretly observing Li Fan and the others, as if they wanted to find out the details of Li Fan and Liu Zhu.

The food is just ordinary steamed buns and beef, for fighters, these two are the most basic food.

Liu Zhu felt a little awkward in the atmosphere, he suddenly put down the steamed bun in his hand, and said loudly.

"I've seen all of you senior brothers and sisters! I'm in the Xia Tang Sect, Liu Zhu! This is my good friend, gossip, Li Er."

Gossip Li Er... Li Fan muttered in his heart, why does this name sound uncomfortable.

"Senior brothers and sisters, I'm new here, please take care of me."

"Heh! I see you know some rules."

A one-eyed man broke the steamed buns in half, and said a little arrogantly, "I am from the Golden Eagle Fort, and my strength is higher than you rabble! This time, I must be the one. The rest, you take care of yourself." Slow fight. However, if anyone dares to provoke me, I will make him break a leg and climb out of Kunlun Mountain!"

The people around did not dare to say a word, it seemed that this one-eyed man was really hard to mess with.

And he suddenly stared at Li Fan, and then scolded.

"You bastard, why didn't you salute me?"

Liu Zhu hurriedly explained for Li Fan, "I'm sorry, senior brother. My brother is dumb and can't speak."

"Mute? The dumb have to salute me too! The strong and the weak in the Jianghu are orderly, this is the rule!"

The one-eyed man said, with an afterimage in his hand, he directly pulled out the saber from his waist, twirled it in his hand a few times, and finally pointed the knife at Li Fan.

The steamed buns in the hands of the people next to him were all cut into four pieces by him with a knife, and they fell onto the plate.

This person's sharp knife has already reached a certain level.

But Li Fan didn't hold back, he made a sudden move.

Li Fan grabbed the wrist of the one-eyed man with his left hand, and pressed his arm on the table, smashing his arm into the table, and the knife came out of his hand and fell to the side.

At the same time, Li Fan hit the knife with his right hand, and slashed against the cheek of the one-eyed man.

boom!

This hardwood table was split in half by Li Fan. Everyone's meals fell on the ground, but no one dared to say anything.

The one-eyed man was about to pee in fright. After Li Fan stretched out his hand and pushed him, he sat back obediently, his head covered in cold sweat, and he didn't dare to fart.

And Li Fan's right foot was lifted, and when the table was broken just now, he borrowed his own plate.

Everyone's eyes fell again, Liu Zhu swallowed, and then said, "That... we... need to change the table."

Li Fan picked up his plate and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

"interesting."

The bald man put down his chicken leg and looked at Li Fan, "This year's newcomer is a bit interesting."

"Hall Master, Hall Master!"

A disciple leaning on a sword suddenly broke into the hall and stumbled all the way to the bald head.

"Why are you so panicked? How decent!"

The bald head frowned, and the disciple's words almost made him lose his mind.

"Hall master... Tonight, the smoke from the front hall has never risen..."