Chapter 115

Martial arts chaos.

In one day, the major gang forces that withdrew from the city were ambushed and attacked by the Green Forest Alliance to varying degrees! The many Creation Realm bandits, under the leadership of a small number of Mystic Realm masters, were like tigers, and easily wiped out most of the gang teams of the bodyguards, and the scene was overwhelming, which was unbearable to see.

Except for a few forces who barely supported the offensive of the bandits, and delayed a little longer, only a few people who saw that the situation was not good and resolutely abandoned the darts escaped, and most of the gangs ended in annihilation!

Duration......

There are also many players who plan to intervene with the idea of making a profit from the fisherman, but after being resurrected from the martial temple, they all understand the severity of the situation.

The birthday tribute given to the Emperor of Heaven is really not something that these people can touch!

The Green Forest Alliance took advantage of their cannibalism and great loss of strength, and without the protection of the imperial court, they stabbed them fiercely, and most of the tribute was looted by them from the player.

Of course......

There are some special exceptions.

Some players have seen signs of it based on the reps recorded in different areas.

However, if the number of dart boxes and tributes is small, the number of bandits ambushed will be small, and the chance of appearing the leader of the bandits in the Mystic Realm will also be greatly reduced; Like the major gangs, the more tributes in the hands of players, the more bandits they recruit, and the number of bandit leaders in the Mystic Realm increases dramatically, and the faster they die!

So......

On this day, some teams that were strong enough, but had a small number of escort darts, managed to intercept several waves of raids without losing their tribute.

Scarcity is expensive!

In the early stage, because most of the tributes were taken away by the imperial court and the Green Forest Alliance, the tributes that remained in the hands of a very small number of players suddenly highlighted their value even more - more gang forces began to spare no effort to track down the location of these tributes.

Originally......

If most of the gangs received these tributes, they would be able to ensure that the well water would not interfere with the river water, and that they would grow stronger with each other;

But now that the priceless treasures, cheats, and elixirs in everyone's hands have been lost, where are they willing to watch a few people use them to leap above themselves?

Under the trend of interests and greedy ambitions, a more intense bloody storm has once again been set off on the rivers and lakes.

Even the Shaolin Temple, which is the master of the martial arts sect in the rivers and lakes, was also involved in this disaster that made the entire people in the rivers and lakes change color......

Zhengzhou, Songshan.

Thirteen monks, armed with sticks, walked briskly along the wide official road at the foot of the mountain, each with blood stains and the tiredness of the wind and dust on their faces;

Behind them was an 'open' dart cart without a dart flag or canopy, with three brocade boxes on it, "crunching and crunching" all the way under the traction of the horses.

"It's almost there!"

Glancing at the towering Songshan Mountain, a group of Shaolin Temple disciples who had ordered the scar were all slightly relieved, and their eyes flashed with excitement and excitement.

"Keep it up! Two miles further on, is the boundary of our Shaolin! ”

Everyone was overjoyed, and the horse walked away for a while.

"Be careful! Someone! ”

When passing by a pavilion, the first few people stared at each other and quickly whispered to remind the people behind.

A group of monks looked at the pavilion not far ahead, their robes were shaking, and the air was turbulent!

The pavilion at the foot of Song Mountain for passers-by to rest is very simple and common, that is, it is built with thatched wood, and a stone table and several stone piers are placed in the middle.

At this time, there are two players sitting in the gazebo:

A middle-aged man with a sloppy face, drunkenly holding a jar of wine, drank selflessly in front of the stone table, and smacked his mouth from time to time, "Good wine!" "Exceptional enjoyment;

The man opposite is relatively young, wearing a blue shirt and moving in the wind, the hero scarf fluttering, the facial lines are soft and resolute, looking very fresh and handsome, the latter doesn't seem to mind the sloppy middle-aged man on the other side of the drink boldly, while throwing a flat smile, while playing with a very ordinary looking jade jue in his hand, even if a group of people from Shaolin Temple pass by in front of the pavilion, they don't take a second look.

However, the thirteen monks of Shaolin Temple obviously did not think that the people in the pavilion would be pilgrims for sightseeing, and the person at the head lowered his voice and instructed his companions:

"The center of the circle! Send a signal for the brothers from the division to come and answer the ......"

The person behind him quickly snatched it out, stared at the people in the pavilion, took out something from the Qiankun bag, and threw it into the air.

"Huh!!"

In the mournful sound, a fiery red light quickly rose into the air, "Bang! With a bang, a not-so-dazzling fire bloomed in the sky.

The two in the gazebo had mixed reactions.

The middle-aged sloppy man's face changed slightly, and he quickly glanced at the signal in the sky, and immediately returned to normal;

The blue-shirted young man didn't even raise his head, and continued to seem that everything in the outside world was not as attractive as the jade jue in his hand, motionless, unheard.

A group of monks looked at each other in astonishment.

They have already released a signal, believing that soon Shaolin will have a senior brother to come to help, these two people are actually indifferent, isn't the other party coming at them? Or...... Have you given up on the plan to rob darts?

And......

The pavilion is relatively open around it, and there are no people around, so there should be no ambush.

Thinking so, the Shaolin monk never relaxed his vigilance, carefully guarded the dart cart, and continued to move forward.

Passing by the gazebo.

The two of them remained indifferent.

It's just that the sloppy middle-aged man stopped drinking, put the jar on the table, and looked at the blue-shirted young man opposite him with a hint of doubt.

In fact, when he arrived at the pavilion, the blue-shirted young man had been here for a while.

The young man in the blue shirt with extraordinary demeanor and excellent bearing looks very young, before he came, the other party was raising his eyes in the direction of Songshan, with a faint attachment and sadness on his face, although now it seems to be a different person, but it is not difficult to see that the other party has some special feelings for Songshan...... Or to Shaolin......

It was the strange change of the other party that made the sloppy middle-aged man think that the other party must be the same as him, coming with the same purpose.

But when the Shaolin monk passed by, the other party didn't even look at it, and he didn't even have an unheard attitude towards the signal, which made him hesitate.

Didn't this kid come at these darts?

Seeing that the Shaolin monk's dart car was about to be out of sight, the other party was still motionless, looking intently at the jade jue in his hand, and the sloppy middle-aged man finally shook and stood up from his seat.

"A pot...... Cloudy wine...... Walking the rivers and lakes, the poor road is not accompanied. Leaving the blue-shirted young man sitting quietly in the pavilion, the sloppy middle-aged man walked unsteadily, and walked in the direction where the monk came.

But he didn't notice that the blue-shirted young man showed a faint smile at the moment he left the pavilion, shook his head slightly, and continued to focus on Yujue.

The wind blows quietly through the gazebo......

There was a faint sound of intermittent blade clashing and hasty shouting.

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