Shi Yi's thoughts are similar to Song Zheng's, and he himself is more "disobedient" than Song Zheng. He nodded again and again: "The scholar's decision is very right, but everyone be careful these days, these people are recruiting troops, we rejected them, and killed their people, I'm afraid they want to borrow us to establish power." ”

Zhou Kou glanced at Shi Yi from time to time, and finally found an opportunity to ask, "Shi Laoqian, how did you gain this time?"

Shi Yi looked at him: "This thousand kings have a group of seven fierce waves, and with his superb talent, he has opened six more vein rivers, and has been promoted to the realm of nine vein rivers. What about you, bandits, you must be advancing by leaps and bounds, and speak out and shock everyone. ”

Zhou Kou's eyes widened, and he forgot to chew the meat in his mouth, he was indeed hit hard, and it took a while before he said listlessly: "I have opened up the five vein rivers again, and now it is the realm of the six vein rivers." ”

"What?" Shi Yi grabbed him and didn't let go: "It's just the six ways of the vein, alas, I am very disappointed, I thought you would chase after me, and you can give me some oppressive force, so that I don't dare to slack off, and always strive to improve." ”

Zhou Kou took a bite of meat, and his progress was not as good as that of others, so he had to compete with the food.

Wang Jiu smiled secretly and said, "I'm the same as a bandit, and now I'm in the realm of the Six Realms of the Maihe River, what about you, Sister Zhao?"

Zhao Xuan and Song Zheng knew each other's current realm, but the other three who didn't participate in that battle didn't.

Zhao Xuan said lightly: "Seven Ways of the Vein." ”

Wang Jiu was surprised: "You also open the Six Veins River?"

Zhao Xuan nodded, she tried to catch up, but she still lagged behind Shi Yi and Song Zheng, which made her a little sullen.

Shi Yi asked Song Zheng: "Scholar, how much have you improved?"

"I'm now the Ten Paths of the Pulse River. Song Zheng said casually, and Shi Yi almost jumped up: "You have one more than me? How can this be, this thousand kings are not convinced!"

Zhou Kou felt that the scholar had helped him out of a bad breath, and he smiled: "What can you do if you don't obey?" But you still have oppressive power, go and chase the scholar all the time." ”

Shi Yi sat back with a snort, and suddenly there were some deliberately made footsteps outside the courtyard, about dozens of people, like an army, strode to the front of the courtyard, and someone said loudly: "Please Shi Yi, Song Zheng, come out and see!"

Naming names, the tone is very polite.

Shi Yi looked at Song Zheng for a moment, and the two stood up together. Zhao Xuan and the three of them quietly occupied various advantageous positions in the courtyard. They live here and are familiar with everything here. If the two of them retreat from an unfavorable situation, the three of them can immediately give strong support from all angles.

Shi Yi glanced back at the robes that were already in place, and suddenly opened the courtyard door.

The streets outside were empty, and thirty-six soldiers lined up in a phalanx, six horizontal and six vertical. In front of the phalanx, there stood a young man in white with a gun, and the thirteen veins of the river were tumbling like a dragon outside him, scattering patches of frost and ice and snow, with him as the center, a cold microclimate within a range of thirty zhang.

Although the thirty-six soldiers were uniformly wearing the standard leather armor of the Hongwu Heavenly Dynasty, in the eyes of veterans like Song Zheng, it was still clear at a glance that these people were not from the army, but should have turned out these leather armors from a certain warehouse after coming to Huangtai Fort.

They don't have that kind of tragic military spirit in them, although they act in unison, they should be the retainers of a certain great family.

The young monk with the gun saw the two of them and said coldly: "Even if you are unwilling to accept our solicitation, your Excellency is too angry to kill someone!"

Song Zheng sneered: "Recruitment, ambush people outside, and one person takes advantage of the fact that we are all in retreat to freeze our courtyard - it turns out that this is how the Anti-Heaven Alliance recruited allies?"

He only killed Zhao Jinglun, and it must be the Anti-Heaven Alliance who came to ask for the crime.

Zhou Kou muttered inside: "Fei has done so much with so many tongues, rushing to kill him!"

The spear-wielding monk frowned and said, "Zhao Jinglun is the right-hand man of my alliance, and he has always handled things safely, I don't believe your words!"

As soon as Shi Yi heard this, the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed, and he waved his hand angrily: "You guys are high, right, so no matter what is wrong, it will definitely be ours!

The spear-wielding monk sneered contemptuously, and with a movement of his hands, the silver spear in his hand was gently raised, pointing far ahead.

Suddenly, Shi Yi felt that he was facing an awakened 10,000-year-old ancient dragon, which was vigorous and vigorous, and could burst out at any time.

His first instinct was: terrible!

The second reaction was: Retreat!

The third conclusion is: irresistible!

In an instant, these three thoughts flashed through his mind, but the next moment, he sensed something and looked behind him suspiciously.

Because in an instant, he felt that the divine dragon on the opposite side was "closed" and "hibernated" again, and all the terrifying momentum quietly disappeared.

Behind him, Song Zheng also stood with a gun, just an ordinary iron-smelting silver spear in his hand, but it had the potential to turn into a dragon!

He hid Zhou Tian's ancient money, and he did not fall behind in the face of the monks of the thirteen veins and rivers. If the realm is not bad, Song Zheng has absolute confidence. His university is as broad as the sea, and his veins are as spiritual as the river.

If the opponent is the Eternal Sleeping Dragon who suddenly woke up, then Song Zheng is now the god of the Ten Societies with one force, and he pressed the dragon head that had just been raised again.

The spear-wielding monk was taken aback, he could feel that his opponent's realm was lower than his own, but why did he faintly feel that he was suppressing himself? He forced himself to regain his confidence and wanted to force his shot.

But his hand tightened and loosened on the body of the gun, and then clenched and tightened, and then released, and repeated several times, but it never gathered enough courage to support him to stab a shot.

He was even more appalled: How could this be?

Is the opponent so strong that he doesn't have the courage to fight? He quickly understood: it wasn't true. But he really didn't know what to do with this shot.

I am very sure in my heart that if I shoot, I will definitely lose!

He looked at Song Zheng suspiciously, a little puzzled, how did this young man do it. He noticed the iron-smelting silver spear in Song Zheng's hand, and his face suddenly changed: "This is...... Lord Helian Lie's spear!"

He is also a powerful monk, and he will not be so superficial that he feels that a person can make himself afraid to make a move with just one treasure, obviously Helian Lie chose Song Zheng to inherit his divine soldier for a reason.

"General Che Rider, good vision......"

He sighed, and had no intention of making a move, dispersed the spirit element of his body, withdrew the vein river outside his body, and returned the spear to the void.

Song Zheng also silently put away the spear - he could feel the pride of this gun, and at the same time, he was also proud: this iron-smelting silver spear was undefeated in the spear!