It is the autumn with colorful fallen leaves.

The leaves gradually withered and yellow flying leaves drifted in the dark. In an instant, the flying leaves were as sharp as a knife, and the wind broke into the attack.

No one has ever known how many eyes and ears covered and how many strange things were buried. When the flying leaves turned into the silent blade and quietly attacked Tan Weiran's throat, nothing seemed to be able to stop them.

However, at this time, the distance between Feiye and his throat could not catch up with him at all. It seemed that the distance between them was not one or two inches, but the ends of the world, and it was like two different worlds.

"careful."

Tan Weiran was like a ghost and his shadow moved, and his body was graceful and elegant, but he took two steps in three steps to grab Tang Xinyun and turned around and moved. In an instant, the place where Tang Xinyun was originally standing was quietly hit by several flying leaves, and puffed into the tree trunk.

After glanced at the tree trunk that had been beaten to pieces, Tang Xinyun was in a cold sweat and shouted, "Younger, be careful." Tan Weiran looked around coldly, restrained his smile, and snorted coldly: "It's really a guy who pretends to be a ghost. Senior sister, you have to be careful. Hum?"

A thought turned in his heart, and Tan Weiran suddenly realized something was wrong. He slapped the trunk of the broken tree, and the leaves that were sank inside were shot out one after another. Tan Weiran was quick-witted and grabbed a leaf that was about to disappear with his fingers, and gently flicked the yellow leaves.

bite!

This flying leaf actually made such a crisp sound! Tang Xinyun's expression changed when she heard the sound. Tan Weiran's fingers scratched the fake flying leaf, revealing the silver white under the paint, and frowned: "Senior sister, be careful, the other party might be very perineal."

Tang Xinyun patted his back and expressed his reassurance and whispered: "How many people have come?"

How many people are there? Tan Weiran was secretly funny, and he would come a few more. It was just to send some more prisoners. Besides, the last time he released someone back to the Wan family to spread the news, I believe the Wan family probably knew that he was the purpose of caring for the Zhenjing and would not send too bad people to be the prisoner.

"The military strategists have some words, but not a lot of energy. I think that Luzhou would never even understand this principle, otherwise I would have a few more prisoners and starved to death. I don't care."

Tan Weiran and Tang Xinyun were back-to-back, and at this time, the corners of their mouths were clearly sneering: "I heard that there are 30,000 people in Luzhou Wan, but not 50,000 people. Not to mention that there are so many deaths, even one hundred, one thousand will be dead, and there is no pressure on the Wan family."

A faint tone in the dark sounded erratic, as if it was everywhere. It was full of gloom: "If you open your mouth, you will have your tongue cut off..."

A gust of wind blew, rolling up and down, floating up and down, left and right, as if controlled by an invisible big hand. In an instant, each leaf seemed to have turned into the sharpest blade.

The difference is that these flying leaves are as sharp as the blade. However, these flying leaves are not controlled or controlled by their hands, and are like butterflies flying all over the sky with cold danger.

Tan Weiran smiled and said, "Senior Sister. Guess how many of these leaves are there." As he said that, he blasted the fake flying leaves cast by fine steel.

Looking at the leaves flying all over the sky, Tang Xinyun almost rolled her eyes: "I can't count them, why don't you count them for me?"

Tan Weiran Zhan Yan laughed loudly: "Senior sister has an order, how dare I refuse to obey me, then I will count it for you..."

"Come on!"

Tan Weiran smiled and stepped forward. The true energy of Dantian was shaking. His murderous aura was released with a bang, like a murderous aura wrapped in fishy blood. On such a night, it was as clear as the bright moon in the sky.

The power of fire moves is like a fire dragon, bursting out in all directions. In an instant, there seems to be an impact of the power of fire moves, blowing the ubiquitous air into the waves and surging. Countless flying leaves flying all over the sky were suddenly forced to pieces by the surging and bursting fist intention.

Whether it is real leaves or fake flying leaves, they are boiling in the fire color, like burning flames, instantly expanding countless times, and seemingly illuminating the sky and the earth.

A muffled groan sounded in the darkness: "Fist intention?!" In this sentence, there was no longer the ghostly aura he pretended to be, but instead was mixed with the most obvious panic.

Looking down from the mountains in the dark, you can see that the dark red air rays burst out like flames, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. From the night, this scene is quite beautiful.

However, Wan Shangzhi looked from the mountains and was not concerned about this, but: "Fist intention?! How could it be the boxing intention? It should be the sword intention?"

Could it be that Wan Shangji frowned. Did the boy both practice boxing and sword intent: "Talking about chasing Xu Ruosu's subordinates, there is no such young genius. If there is, it will definitely not be able to hide it or hide it."

At this moment, even if he beat Wan Shangji's head into sauce, he would never have thought of it. Tan Weiran has not only cultivated the dual true meaning, but also the double spirit that has reached the next level.

Even though he was raiding at night, Tan Weiran hit all directions with a fist, but he had no intention of chasing him. He just sneered and turned back: "Sure enough, you can't play anything except pretending to be a god, Luzhou Wan? Sneak."

People hiding in the darkness are all hesitant. If Tan Weiran doesn’t come to chase him, how can they save people?

Tan Weiran chuckled and pointed: "Senior sister, I heard that there are many mice."

Tang Xinyun also let out a pleasant laugh: "No, don't you know if you are a mouse. Maybe even a mouse is worse than a mouse. At least some mice dare to see the light. These mice, then... haha."

When many people pretend to be a ghost and run around in the night, they really were like mice that brought out all kinds of noises. In such a barren mountain, the silent temperament added a bit of creepy atmosphere to all kinds of noises.

There was nothing else that came to Tan Weiran's ears except funny. He took a handful of the beast sac and explained: "General Crab, don't kill too hard. Try to keep your hands closed and beat the injured and scratch the alive."

"Youngest..." Tang Xinyun was surprised that there were already many youngest prisoners. If you catch more survivors, wouldn't it be more prisoners and more trouble?

Tan Weiran blinked and said, "Senior sister, don't worry, I plan to capture a few more prisoners so that I can discuss a redemption deal with the Wan family. Of course, the more prisoners, the more powerful it is, the more valuable it is."

Tang Xinyun's heart moved: "Can you use someone to change medicine?" He was shocked and opened his mouth wide, not sure whether he wanted to laugh or something: "I really miss the past few years. You were not so bad in the past few years..."

Tan Weiran narrowed his eyes and glanced at some point. He thought that this was a report to the next one, and threw the crab out with his fingers: "Senior sister, let's take the opportunity to practice, right?"

As he said that, he rushed into the darkness with Tang Xinyun.

The remaining ten prisoners including Wan Yiyi were trembling, not knowing whether they were cold or hungry, but they couldn't stop swallowing the river. Only in this way can they slightly fill the feeling of being hungry.

At this time, a sudden voice came to everyone's ears: "Listen, I am Wan Shangzhi, here to save you. Now that people have been led away, why don't you escape quickly."

Wan Shangji?! The captives were shocked and their expressions were different. It was not that they didn’t want to escape, but that their cultivation was temporarily banned and they couldn’t escape for long. Moreover, they were hungry for several days and were quite weak, and they were not energetic even if they spoke.

The captives were in a complicated mood and must look at the darkness tightly, as if they were thinking about something, which was more of an inexplicable tremor of heart spasm.

If they were based on the style of Wanjia, they would be sensational when Tan Weiran was kidnapped and would lose all the face of Wanjia. At this time, they might be able to save people, even if they were to make a gesture, they would be necessary. However, if they could not be saved, Wanjia might not care.

As Tan Weiran said before, there are 30,000 people in the Wan family without 50,000. Even if there are 81,000 people, not many people will care. On the contrary, there are probably many people who are missing the people who are competing for resources to secretly celebrate the festival.

Even if you save someone successfully, you will almost never get comfort when you return to the Wanjia family, and I am afraid you will be more contempt. Just go back like this, and accidentally drag down your family and you will never be able to raise your head for the rest of your life.

Wan Shangchi flew in the air and saw that none of Wan Yiyi and others stood up and ran away. He didn't know that these guys were starved, and he was immediately angry: "A group of little guys who don't know what to do while sitting still, why don't you leave quickly? Could it be that you want to have a rapport with that kid?"

After a moment of feeling, Wan Shangji concentrated his mind downwards, and suddenly felt a breath burst out from below and upwards at a rapid speed.

Tan Weiran roared wildly, and the roar surged into the sky: "Hahaha, are your Wan family here to save people? Or are they here to kill people? Why do I think they are here to kill people? And not to kill me, but to kill...them!"

In a blink of an eye, it flew up from the earth with a strong wind. Tan Weiran sneered: "I won't use a sword anymore, so that you won't be able to catch a single move!"

"Then take my dragon claw hand!"

"What an arrogant boy, I want to see what you are crazy about!" Wan Shangji was furious. After all, he was an old strong man. He abandoned anger and distracting thoughts, focused on gathering his true energy, and pressed his palm down.

Tan Weiran concentrated his mind and claws almost seemed to wrap the sky in his palm. One rushed towards the sky and the other swung down. The true meaning of the boxing technique was extremely powerful.

The dragon claw hand lightly transforms into a waste hand. From the lineage, this is easy to inspire and transform from the true meaning of the move to the essence of the move.

Choutu Hand was created on the basis of the Dragon Claw Hand. Although it was not completely inherited from the Dragon Claw Hand that was transformed into a dragon claw mobile phone without any flexibility, even if it was only inherited to 80%, Choutu Hand's transformation and flexibility were still first-class.

Wan Shangji sneered, how old can a mere little devil be? Even if he starts practicing in his womb, that's all.

In an instant, the fist collision, Wan Shangzhi found that he was eroded into his body by an absolutely indescribable force. No, that was the force like a mountain, which was crushed openly.

The power of the sky and the earth cracked, from the finger bones to the arms, and then to the right chest, made an amazing crackling sound. It was like this extremely arrogant force that directly numb half of the body, and at least ten bones were broken.

Wan Shangji's sneer turned into horror, and his grim smile turned into horror. He almost experienced from life to death, and he fainted after a spitting blood.

A strong man in Lingyou?
Chapter completed!