Chapter 238: Be low-key and deal with things in a high-profile manner

***: Uh, I made a mistake in the previous chapter, it was Chapter 237, but it was difficult to change it. It would be troublesome for the brothers who subscribed. It would be fine. Everyone knows it. Well, there are three supporting roles in these two chapters. Hehe, they are the top three sect leaders and leaders in the fan list. Later, Mouse will add supporting roles according to the fan list, which is a reward for the support of all brothers. In addition, please ***, subscribe, reward, and it is the last day, and I am sprinting.

The gun was as fast as a shadow, as fast as thunder, but this gun was just a tentative shot by Zhao Yun, and it did not use all its strength. But even so, the speed of this gun was extremely fast, and the sound of breaking through the air came into my ears, and the gun was approaching.

Kunlun didn't even move, but just turned his head. For him, who grew up in the northwest Gobi desert, any fluctuations in the air could not escape his spiritual sense. Compared with that eye, his ear was more sensitive. This was what he had experienced in the wind and sand all year round, and it was also achieved through countless killings and practice.

Kunlun's light evasion not only did not make Zhao Yun feel any surprise, but instead showed a smile on his lips. If the other party could not escape the shot just now, it would not be worth his full effort.

"Check me a shot!" Zhao Yun's gun hovered in Kunlun's ear and pulled it back suddenly, which was obviously two points faster than when it stabbed out. The next moment, a silver dragon flashed, stabbing the iron spear that was three points faster than the previous shot.

This time Kunlun still did not move, but his head was faster than last time and the amplitude was larger, but the result was the same, and the shot was still avoided.

Zhao Yun did not speak, his eyes shone brightly, and another shot suddenly pierced out, just like a flash of lightning. Kunlun moved, but stopped again, while the hand holding the hilt of the knife at his waist moved. When the sword and gun attacked, the tip of the gun moved again and stabbed by Kunlun's ears.

With three shots, Kunlun's feet did not move, but his eyes had already emitted a powerful fighting spirit. His sharp eyes were like an eagle in the desert, flashing with light.

"You deserve to be my opponent if you can force me to draw your sword!"

Zhao Yun blinked, "Then let's start, pick me up on the plum olepine gunshot technique!"

Zhao Yun took a step back, his spear shook, and a gun shot out immediately. Kunlun drew his sword, and a fire-colored cold light flashed on the slightly cool blade, blocking the way the spear tip.

Zhao Yun smiled, his wrist trembled, and a gun flower suddenly turned into two, real, fake, fake, real, real, real, but Kunlun was obviously not a mediocre hand, and he was not stunned by the two gun flower. His blade swayed left and right, just like a dragon waving its tail, and actually swung the two gun flowers.

Sure enough, Zhao Yun took back his spear and stabbed out again in an instant. This time he attacked with all his strength. The gun flowers changed from four to eight to eight, and the plum blossoms bloomed bit by bit. In the cold light, snowflakes seemed to fall, plum blossoms bloomed, the howling wind sounded, and bamboo leaves sounded lightly.

Dang, dang, dang, the sound of swords and guns intersecting like the zither sounds like a sing, and crisp as a cry.

The wind was moving around, as if two waves were striking each other. After the collision, turbulent flows formed swaying winds.

The shadow of swords and guns seemed illusory, and it was difficult to tell the naked eye. The people around could not help but be stunned. The guns and the swords were so fast.

When the flowers in the mountains are blooming, the wind blows and flowers fall.

The gun shadow is like the flowers falling with the wind, dazzling and unable to see through the flying petals.

Kunlun was slightly surprised. This man was so fast that he immediately became energetic and closed his eyes slightly. Of course, Kunlun did not surrender, closed his eyes and waited for death, but his eyes were already in chaos and could not recognize which was true or false!

The sound of listening, the howling wind was chaotic, and the other party's gun was virtual and real, changing at any time. Just listening to the sound could not make a prepared judgment. If it were someone else, perhaps the tip of the gun would be drinking blood at this moment, closing his eyes, and abandoning his five senses, only feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power.

The wind in the desert is cold, and the sword blows snow like cold.

The sword light turned into the blue wind, passing through every petal.

The extremely dense sound of weapons interception makes people unable to tell, and the rhythm is tens of times faster than the most chaotic percussion!

"Tsk tsk, it's interesting, it's really interesting!" Kong Mingchen looked at the battle in the field, but one eye flashed with an extremely strange silver-white color. This eye was obviously unusual.

Mengzun hummed and said, "It's not interesting. It's just a white light at all. I can't see the shadows of swords and guns clearly. I'm too fancy! If I continue to hit like this, I won't be afraid of cramps in my arms!"

Mengzun almost knocked down everyone he heard around him. This kind of top-notch battle is rare. This person can actually think of his arm cramps, which is indeed powerful.

Kong Mingchen smiled, "The light of swords and guns, the shadow of the wind and moon, can only be experienced when you are in the scene. Of course, I am an exception. I can feel the meaning of the gun, and I can see the meaning of the sword. The world of artistic conception, you can understand this rough thing!"

"Hmph, I'm making a fool of myself all day long. Isn't it true that I'm bullying me, the Beast, never read a book?" Meng's monk hummed twice, turned his head again, and said, "Will you go up later? The swordsman always said you are amazing, why didn't I see where you are amazing!"

Kong Mingchen glanced at Mengzun: "The prince is not enough to plot against him. Fighting is not something that we scholars do, it is too vulgar!"

"I think it's clear that you don't have the ability and are vulgar. You are not rough and very naive. I don't know who is calling for help among those sisters!"

Kong Mingchen couldn't help but squint, turned his head, and said to Mengshou: "If you dare to mention this matter again, believe it or not, I will let you not marry a wife in this life!"

Uh, Mengzun was stunned for a moment, then quickly changed his smile: "Don't, Brother Bai, no, Brother Kong, you can show mercy. I am the only one in my family. If I can't get my wife, I will be cut off!"

As the two of them spoke, a cold light suddenly appeared, and they flew away and separated. However, as soon as they retreated, the two winds suddenly dissipated and rolled around.

"I have been walking in the desert for ten years in Kunlun and killed countless experts. I finally met a real master today and will often compete in the future!" Kunlun put his sword into the sheath and said.

"I've been taught. As for the exchange, I'm welcome at any time!" Zhao Yun said and turned around to Leng Zhuo's side.

"Swordsman, you two have finished fighting, who will win!" Mengzun blinked and the fight was over!

"There is no winner for the time being, but if I continue to fight, I will lose!" Kunlun looked back and said.

"How is this person!" Leng Zhuo saw Zhao Yun coming back, but he didn't ask about the outcome, because Zhao Yun would not suffer any loss.

"It's very strong, especially when the opponent merges the moves with the wind, which gives me a lot of inspiration!" Zhao Yun said that Zhao Yun's shooting skills were so superb that it could not be improved. The only way was to merge with the spiritual power in his body. This is no longer a simple martial arts category, but a trick to using spiritual power. Unfortunately, Leng Zhuo cannot open the third-level bookcase. For the perverted ban, Leng Zhuo really wished he could put two bombs on it and explode it.

Leng Zhuo thought to himself, glanced at Zhao Yun's weapons, sighed lightly, and said, "When I arrived at the imperial capital, I think I can buy a lot of precious spirit mines. At that time, I will definitely build a spear for you!"

The means cannot be surrendered, but they are capable. They have two eighth-level monsters and their followers have strong combat power. The people present quickly accepted this reality. Leng Zhuo's next order also attracted everyone's taste, collecting all the money and valuable items in the palace and the town. These people immediately dispersed and ran towards the town and the palace.

"What are you going to do with these women!" Bai Shuang looked at Leng Zhuo with a little complicated look. This man always did something incomprehensible. He was not afraid that those people would run away in the random way, and he would still dare to let those vicious guys clean their belongings with confidence.

"There are many women with good looks, but unfortunately they are too far from the territory!" Leng Zhuo sighed lightly, but saw that Bai Shuang's face was as cold as frost, which obviously had signs of anger.

"Don't think wrongly. You know that our fiefdom is poor, and many families can't afford to marry their wives. Although they have some money now, they still have to keep it secret. Forget about those outside the palace, the people in this palace are all good women, and it's just right to give them to them!"

"You are quite good at thinking about the people!" Bai Shuang said in her heart, it would be strange if she believed you. I am afraid that if I might not do it well, I would pull you into the bed: "What are your plans now!"

"Plan, just give them some money and let them go home!" Leng Zhuo said.

"This is almost the same!" Bai Shuang was obviously very satisfied with this solution: "It's okay anyway, let's deal with this matter for us!"

Leng Zhuo looked at Bai Shuang and nodded.

"Young Master, there is someone who wants to see you!"

"Oh, who! I don't know anyone here!"

"A man named Kong Mingchen, who just got under the command of the young master, said he would tell the young master if he had something important!"

"Oh, let him come over!" Leng Zhuo pondered for a moment and said.

"It's just that you want to see me, what do you have to say?" Leng Zhuo asked, looking at Kong Mingchen, who was a little scholarly and a scholarly and a little bit angry.

Kong Mingchen clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Can you ask the young master's name? Where did you come from? Where did you go?"

Leng Zhuo glanced at Kong Mingchen. This guy was a bit interesting, but since they were letting them be subordinates, Leng Zhuo naturally didn't hide it and said, "Your young master, my name is Leng Zhuo. I come from the Leng family Earl's Mansion in Chuzhou. Is there any problem with going from Chuzhou to the Imperial Capital!"

"The young master is the descendant of the count! Sure enough, he is young and promising."

"You're here to flatter?"

"Of course not. I'm here to give advice to the young master. Since the young master is the descendant of the earl, he has thought about how to deal with the aftermath!"

"After the matter, this is not being done. Take away all the things that can be taken away, and almost all the ones that should be killed have been killed, and the rest have been taken away. As for the woman, I have given some money to send! As for this palace, I will burn it with a fire."

"Haha, that's all. That's a pity. The young master is going to miss this great contribution!"

"Great credit?" Leng Zhuo looked at Kong Mingchen in confusion and said.

"Of course it was a great contribution. It was to wipe out the largest bandits in Taiqiu, and to discover the royal rebellion and kill the generals under the command of the rebel king, with thousands of subordinates. Such great contributions could at least make the young master a baron. Maybe it would be difficult for the viscount!"

"Uh, Baron, Viscount? Your young master, I am an earl. I want the baron, Viscount is used, but it's not bad that the earl can even raise it up!" Leng Zhuo said.

"Are you an earl?" Kong Mingchen was obviously a little surprised. After all, the man in front of him was obviously just an adult, and he was probably the youngest earl in the empire: "The space up is not large, but it is possible to grant some official positions, and there will be no less rewards, but you have to plan carefully before this!"

"... In this way, as long as you flatter and be low-key and deal with things at a high level, you will benefit a lot from keeping the young master!"

Listening to Kong Mingchen's statement, Leng Zhuo realized that all cultural people were indeed very sinister, but this young master liked it: "Okay, just do it!"
Chapter completed!