A group of swords danced around, and more than 700 people died in an instant.

Gongsun Murong's fingers trembled slightly, and the flying knives that pierced into other people's eyebrows shot back and spun around his body with other flying knives that had not been shot.

It’s not that Gongsun Murong doesn’t want to kill 1,024 enemies, nor that the number of enemies is insufficient, it’s because his range is just like that and his ability is suppressed. He simply uses his physical strength to shake the knife, without internal strength, and no mental assistance, let alone fighting spirit.

There is actually only one metal flying knife. He changed over and over again. He used the power of rules to take it from a meteorite on the platform when cooking. The metal content on this meteorite is very high, and it is a mixture of several metals.

The people chasing him retreated again. At the same time, many people took out their magical staff and muttered to add a layer of protection around their bodies first. Some even held a straight knife like a Tang sword in their hands, intending to use force to break the trick.

Gongsun Murong took the knife back one by one, and controlled the knife to rotate around his fingers with one hand, and placed the seasonings on the meat slices with the other hand.

When the six thousand pieces of meat were all put on the seasonings, Gongsun Murong waved to the five hundred and sixteen Palpalans, picked up the rolled meat first, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, nodding with satisfaction. It was delicious, Abroka beast, well-deserved.

Palpalan swarmed over, grabbed a roll of meat with her front, and took a bite carefully, then her eyes widened, her ears stood up, her nose moved, and her eyes narrowed again, and she stuttered in small bites. Each bite would stop for a while, and her ears would turn gently, and from the expressions on their faces they were enjoying.

The people who wanted to come and kill Gongsun Murong Hao occupied Palpalan have been hiding from a distance, and five thousand people have died. When they attacked this person from the temple, more than four thousand died, and when they wanted to escape, more than seven hundred died.

The number of five thousand is actually not large. In a large battle, the number of people who die at one attack is usually dozens or hundreds or thousands of times that of five thousand people.

But they really don’t dare to rush. They are elites, not ordinary warriors. Back in the world of normal people, relying on everyone’s ability, they can live a very comfortable life, but here, their lives are worthless. Elite? Who is not an elite?

What they couldn't understand the most was why Palpalan helped outsiders. Palpalan should have stood by and watched. The same thing happened before. Palpalan didn't participate at all. She was curious to see others beat them to death. I don't know what evil they had committed today.

In addition, the person who has something to do with the temple and is good at playing with a good knife will be a fool who rushes forward first.

So everyone hid outside the range of Palpalan's active attack, wanted to leave, but couldn't bear to leave. They wanted to go over, but they were not brave enough, so they could only watch and then find a way.

Five hundred and sixteen Palpalans are not a small number. One of the worst colors can make 10 million yuan by selling it to the temple. If you have money, you can buy the ownership of one billion and successfully go back. That will not be a measure of the amount of money.

There are not one of the five hundred and sixteen Palpalans in front of you, but the worst one is also light pink. If you catch them all, Oh my God, you will wake up in a dream. Oh no, you can't have so many Palpalans, which will cause trouble to kill monks.

If we can really catch it, we will give it a share. After we go out, we will discuss with the people in the temple how much to sell it to the gods, and then contact our own people and use other channels to exchange Palpalan, or exchange it for a large territory, or exchange it for many experts.

So there is a stalemate in front of them. They think they are stalemate. Gongsun Murong does not treat them as dishes. Their combat effectiveness is too weak. In Gongsun Murong's eyes, they are the part of being massacred.

Unless the opponent is replaced with a temple, Gongsun Murong will become serious and take it seriously, because he has seen the tip of the temple's iceberg in Biscewanmais, the lord of the fifth-level temple. Many rules are instantly revealed, and he is obsessed with research and has an absolute belief.

An opponent with faith is terrible, and an enemy with strength and faith must not be despised.

Gongsun Murong was accompanying the Palpalans to have dinner. They had eaten a roujiamo or spring cake. They were only half full. After knowing that the things made by the people in front of them were delicious, they were savoring them carefully, and they were so serious when they bite them.

They have high IQs and know that even if they can eat ten rolled slices of meat, they will not be able to eat enough. The quantity seems to be large, but they eat too fast and will not eat it before they can remember the taste.

Gongsun Murong also ate slowly, feeling the touch and taste of seasonings, fat meat, and raw lean meat in his mouth, and nodded from time to time. He decided that he had to bring the Abroka beast back to breed. After the quantity reached a certain level, it would be released as a high-end product, or it would not be sold, and it would become a welfare for senior staff.

He accompanied Palpalan to eat one meat roll and one meat roll. Many new members joined in the crowd who retreated. Some saw the figures of the flying people in front of them, so they followed, and some were looking for the wreckage of similar types along the way.

More and more people gathered. Later, people saw the people who arrived first and stopped moving forward, and then saw the fragmented bodies floating there, as well as a red corpse on their eyebrows. They were not careless and stopped one after another to observe the situation.

"Don't be scared by him. No matter how powerful he is, he is still the same person. There are so many of us who can kill him. I shout one, two, three, everyone will fight with me, one, two, three, ~~~~~"

Someone saw that the gathering had exceeded 70,000 people, and shouted and incited. When the three numbers were called, there was a silence around him. He did not move, and the others did not move either. Many people next to him stared at him with a look of fools.

"Well, I know you don't believe me and think I'm lying to you. Do you know who I am? Do you know? I said it and scared you to death. Forget it, I'll go on my own. I really went there myself. Don't regret it."

This man's face was not red and he was not angry. He seemed to be the person who was fooling people forward just now. After complaining, he saw that the people nearby were not kind-hearted, so he had to bite the bullet and lean forward. When he flew out a few hundred meters, he turned around and found that many people were holding magic wands, which further strengthened his determination to think about it.

Of course he knew that the people behind him were not planning to help him with the magic wand, but to kill him when he wanted to stop or retreat, because those people's eyes were so cold that they had no feelings at all. They had to impose a feeling inside, that was the excitement when they were about to kill someone cruelly.

He understood that if he didn't go up, he would be tortured to death, he didn't want to die, nor would he plan to be abused. He was still young, had a family, had a beautiful wife, and was about to have children, as well as elders and older brothers and sisters in the family.

To be honest, I was very unfair. I didn’t come to capture Palpalan, I just wanted to find some precious materials from here. Well, I actually thought that if I had good luck, I would meet one or two greedy Palpalans, and then get rich all the time, and I would never have to look at other people’s faces.

But I am not the same type of people as them. If I had known that they were so smart, I would not make a sound just now. It should be, why should I follow that path? Why do I want others to rush up and create opportunities for myself?

With complicated thoughts, this person approached Gongsun Murong bit by bit. He put away the magical scepter in his hand. Although he did not see the previous battle scene, he could still judge through the expressions of others and the corpses and human bodies floating around him. If he showed any hostility, he would be sure to die quickly.

Palpalan, who was enjoying the joy of eating, stopped and looked at the person who came. They had already planned to teach this person a lesson if this person interfered with their meal.

Gongsun Murong swallowed a roll of meat, picked up another roll, and said to the Palpalans: "Eat, don't worry about other things. Today I'm a little hasty. I'll do more next time so that everyone can eat full."

Palpalan looked at the person who came over with disdain, lowered his head, and continued to experience the deliciousness of the raw and cooked mixed meat with his heart.

The person who came here tried hard to squeeze out a smile and said to Gongsun Murong: "Handsome, handsome guy, are you eating? It smells so good. I know that I have never eaten such a good food in my life."

"Brush" Gongsun Murong threw five meat rolls over and didn't say anything, because the other party was lying. He could agree with the handsome guys, but if he smelled the smell, it was purely nonsense. The sound could be transmitted by the power of the rules. The smell itself has never used the power of the rules to let others smell it.

The man watched the meat rolls fly to him and didn't dare to touch them. The group of Palpalans stared at him. He was very clear that the number of five thin meat rolls was not large. Compared to the five hundred and sixteen Palpalans, they only took a bite.

But once they eat, they will regard themselves as enemies, and they may not care about a little food, but they cannot resist Palpalan's care.

"I, I ate it when I came, I'm not hungry, yes, I'm still full." He didn't touch the meat rolls. Even though he had used a little bit of the rule to smell the meat rolls floating in front of him, he still swallowed his saliva and said this.

"Let him eat. If you don't have enough share, you will eat ten of them first. I will make them for you later." Gongsun Murong said to the Palpalans and said to the people who came over: "Eat, even if you finish eating, it's your own people. Under the gaze of God, we should not show the hunger and hardship to God. We are happy, and enjoy the deliciousness that God has given us."

"In the name of God." The man was sensible, and quickly agreed, then gently pinched a meat roll, bit it in small mouth like Palpalan, chewed it slowly, and then widened his eyes and said to Gongsun Murong: "Handsome, handsome guy, even if I can't tell how handsome you look, I have to admit that the food you cook is the most handsome."

"Run." As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted, and a regular attack fell towards them. (To be continued...)

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