Then he did the same, and mixed into another tent, and found that this was actually an arsenal, so he quickly pasted the explosive charm, but unfortunately there were no such sticks here, and he couldn't take a few of them.

As he left the tent, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Mo Zhiyu doesn't think that he is a person who has never forgotten, but he is not a person with a bad memory, he feels familiar, he must know it, and there are Hongtian sect members he knows here?

Moreover, the people around him were all respectful when they saw this Hongtian Sect member, and they looked as if they were still a leader.

Mo Zhiyu hesitated slightly, he looked in the direction of Wuyan, and saw that Wuyan was entering the third tent, and then he looked at several watchtowers. Eventually, he decided to find out, so he blended into the crowd while the people around him weren't looking, and walked towards the person he thought was familiar.

Mo Zhiyu saw that this person had actually entered the largest tent, and sure enough, his identity was not ordinary, so he decided to boldly lurk.

He grabbed the mouth and nose of an ordinary Hongtian Sect member around the corner of a tent and dragged him into the tent. Then he immediately asked the remnant to scan the person's dying consciousness, and then he quickly retrieved everything from the person's body that could identify him, and turned the mask into the person's face.

In the end, because the corpse water would leave a smell, he chose a simpler way, hiding the person's body between several boxes and covering it up with a cloth. Unless he's unlucky, there's no way he'll be spotted until he's gone.

Then he boldly walked towards the largest tent.

The two Hongtian Sect masters who were guarding outside the tent immediately stopped Mo Zhiyu with the spears in their hands, and their faces were fierce and they didn't say a word.

"Fengtian carrier." Mo Zhiyu directly said the internal password of the Hongtian Sect, and at the same time complained in his heart: This god's meow password is really not something that normal people can come up with.

Hearing the password, the two big men of the Hongtian Sect relaxed, and one of them said very unceremoniously, "What's the matter?" ”

Mo Zhiyu calmly said the excuse he had just made nonsense: "I remember that when I was chasing that group of people from the Xianhua League before, I overlooked a very important suspicion and needed to report it to the Venerable Lord immediately. ”

The two big men nodded, believing this excuse, and they took a step back to the left and right at the same time, giving way to the door, and Mo Zhiyu lifted the curtain smoothly and walked in.

The furnishings in the tent were ordinary, nothing special, and Mo Zhiyu locked his eyes on the front as soon as he entered the tent. Behind the large table full of bamboo slips sat a man, who naturally heard the conversation between him and the two big men outside.

"Tell me, what's the doubt." He spoke awkwardly in Donglu official dialect and raised his head.

Mo Zhiyu finally saw the face clearly, fortunately he was wearing a mask, otherwise he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes at all. He had always thought that only he and Wanwan could survive from the desert as "non-humans", but now it seems that he is still too naïve.

Of course he remembered this man, his name was "Dan ******", a swordsman who had gone into the desert with him last time. When he saw Dawa die, the man was as grieved as the other swordsmen; At that time, he had also seen it with his own eyes, and this person was with him against the Hongtian Sect and the horse bandits.

So, this person and Yang Zhuoxi are actually in the same group? So, is everything also a play?

But none of that mattered, he didn't want to know about these boring things, and his gaze drifted to see Dan ****** sitting next to a stick that he had seen before.

Dan ****** saw that Mo Zhiyu did not answer his words for the first time, so he frowned in confusion, and lowered his voice, making his voice more thick and making himself more majestic: "What's wrong?" ”

"That's right," Mo Zhiyu lowered his head slightly, looking respectful, and walked slowly towards Danbart, "There was also a figure in another place. ”

"Figures? Others? Danbart looked at the Hongtian Sect pretending to be Mo Zhiyu, and did not suspect it, "Is it from the Xianhua League?" ”

"Possibly." Mo Zhiyu walked to Dan ******'s table and said mysteriously, "There's also a long-haired giant cat!" ”

"Long-haired giant cat?!" Dan ****** frowned in surprise, thought for a moment, and said, "Ink delusion......?" ”

"Yes!" Mo Zhiyu took advantage of Dan ****** to think about it, flipped over the table, snatched the stick, and then learned from the Hongtian Sect members he had seen before, twisted the stick body, and with a bang, shot out a golden light, shooting a big hole in Dan ******'s chest on the spot.

"Wow, the recoil is pretty good." Mo Zhiyu clenched the stick in his hand, but before the surprise was over, the stick in his hand emitted a golden light again.

"Is it actually a burst?"

Before Mo Zhiyu could fully learn how to control it, the recoil of this stick was strong, and several golden rays of light were emitted one after another, which directly shot through the tent, and immediately caused a riot outside.

The first to rush in were the two big men at the door, but Mo Zhiyu had mastered the attack method of the stick in his hand this time, and each time the golden light was launched, it was about a second apart, and he directly aimed at the two big men and one of them came with a shot.

Then he heard a loud noise outside, and everyone should have gathered around. So Mo Zhiyu didn't even look at the situation outside, and directly shot blindly outside with the stick in his hand, shooting more than ten golden lights in a row, bluffing the people outside from daring to approach.

"Hehe, you can still suppress it with firepower." Mo Zhiyu is really more and more in love with the stick in his hand now, but suddenly, the stick in his hand sounded "click" twice, and it went out directly.

Mo Zhiyu hurriedly patted the stick with his hand and confirmed that the stick was completely "hung up", so he could only helplessly "vomit", and countless golden lights suddenly shot in from outside the tent, and everything in front of him was smashed to pieces on the spot.

Mo Zhiyu immediately put away his stick, ran to the side under this heavy fire, and rushed out through the tent.

The Hongtian Sect members outside the tent immediately chased after Mo Zhiyu, and he hurriedly ran forward, but then suddenly jumped to the side, dodging a golden light. He turned his head and saw a patrol on a watchtower aiming at him.

Mo Zhiyu sneered, and shot out a blast talisman with his back hand, and the exploding talisman "boomed", and flew away like a sharp arrow, sticking to the watchtower. Then Mo Zhiyu immediately used a subtle yuan force to pull it and detonate the explosive talisman.

But behind Mo Zhiyu was a heavy pursuer, and the lethal golden light was constantly chasing his footprints and sweeping, as if it was about to catch up with him. - Next Chapter, "New Weapon GET"

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