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Not long after.

The Beggar Clan disciples stepped on the bright red and picturesque ground and walked towards Chen Jun.

Murong Fu stared blankly at the figure and thought to himself: "He is closing his eyes to rest, probably recovering his internal strength. What are the chances of winning if I take action?"

He was thinking about it in his mind, but suddenly hundreds of corpses passed before his eyes. The sight was like a Shura battlefield and he couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva.

A sword was swung, and blood suddenly shot into the sky.

Murong Fu suddenly broke out in cold sweat and his whole body was cold. Even he didn't notice that he had no desire to take action at this moment.

That sword technique and that figure will probably become a lifelong nightmare for him. If he does it in the future, he will definitely subconsciously think of this shadow image engraved in his mind.

Seeing the Beggar Clan disciples coming forward, Murong Fu had great ambitions and was not willing to lag behind. He led Wang Yuyan and the three girls towards Chen Jun.

There were still stumps of limbs and broken arms on the ground. Women such as Wang Yuyan were trembling in their hearts and did not dare to look at them. They squinted their eyes slightly and walked a distance of more than 100 feet.

But just now, the distance of a hundred feet was covered by Chen Jun's sword.

Unknowingly, a figure in green clothes holding a sword lingered in Wang Yuyan's mind for a long time. The girl sighed, with a bit of sadness on her white oval face. She walked to the big tree in the apricot forest and stared blankly at Zhuo Ran.

The man in Tsing Yi in the center.

She suddenly realized that he had become different.

Originally, the face was about 60-70% similar to my cousin's, but now this face gives people the feeling that it is not similar at all, not even the slightest bit similar.

His appearance was still the same, handsome and handsome, with a face like a crown jewel. The casual breeze in the forest caused his clothes to flutter. He was indescribably handsome. His eyes looked a little cold to outsiders, but she knew it was

Profound rationality is like the feeling of knowing things when looking at natural flowers and plants.

His hand was huge, holding a long sword with scarlet blood stains, and he stood leaning on the sword. This was a rare posture; his face also showed a rare look of fatigue, and above his head, the apricot tree was covered with pink apricot trees.

Flowers, in this beautiful scene that should be in front of flowers and under the moon, is surrounded by corpses. The strong contrast creates an eerie beauty.

The scene of the Shura battlefield was silent, no one spoke a word, only looking at Chen Jun.

And when Chen Jun sheathed his sword and stood up no longer leaning on it, the disciples at the bottom of the Beggar Clan immediately became overjoyed and all knelt down on the ground: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for saving your life. The disciples of the Beggar Clan will remember it in my heart!"

The words of thanks were not all spoken uniformly, and when the hundreds of Beggar Clan disciples spoke, it seemed like they were all talking in a noisy manner.

This kneeling was well deserved by Chen Jun. He looked over and saw that most of the lower-level disciples in the Beggar Clan were grateful to him, while only a small part of the senior members of the Beggar Clan were grateful. The rest, such as Quan Guanqing, could only hold their noses and bow.

Thank you.

He did not want the Beggar Clan to remember his help, he was just doing it casually. Of course, he would not deny his great kindness to the Beggar Clan.

In the past, when gang dynasties were in trouble, those at the bottom were always the insignificant ones, while the top brass could always escape. This is also the case now. If Chen Jun didn't take action, the beggars at the bottom of the Beggar Gang would all die, and many top brass would escape.

go out.

Regarding the beggar gang, he only sympathized with these low-level people, and whether the others died or not was none of his business.

Chen Jun said: "No need to thank you. If I need you, I will send you."

Naturally, he would not be so involved in the future that he would need the help of these low-level disciples of the Beggar Clan, but he did not want them to be burdened.

"Sir, if you need anything, just ask, so and so...is willing to be driven by you, sir."

Beggars kept saying their names, but then a loud voice said: "Mr. Chen saved the Beggar Gang from danger, but it would have been too harsh to deal with these cavalry. At worst, their heads fell to the ground, and at worst, their bodies were cut into pieces and died."

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The group of beggars followed the sound and saw a monk in the crowd with his hands clasped together, leaning over the corpse on the ground and chanting sutras with compassion. That man was none other than Monk Zhiguang.

Chen Jun sneered in his heart and did not reply. He never thought that the many beggars next to him would speak for him: "What a fake and compassionate monk. Just now when my beggar gang encountered a life and death crisis, you didn't come to rescue me. Now Mr. Chen saves me."

You risked our lives, but you showed mercy to these Tartars."

"The monk who pretends to be compassionate is in vain to be a virtuous and eminent monk, go on!"

"Get out, you are not welcome in our Beggar Clan."

The higher-ups of the Beggar Clan looked at each other, and many of the beggars at the bottom were furious and unable to recover. At this moment, a piece of bloody mud flew out of the sky and was dodged by Monk Zhiguang.

But the next moment, dozens of mud flew out, and a few of them hit Zhiguang's cassock, causing him to leave in embarrassment.

The Xingzilin matter was coming to an end, and it was pointless for Chen Jun to stay here. As he was about to leave, Murong Fu stopped him: "Master, are you leaving?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Chen Jun turned around and looked at Murong Fu. He was familiar with the original work, so he naturally knew what kind of person he was. Since he didn't even care about his self-esteem when he was around him, all he wanted was to use his hand to achieve his ambition.

Murong Fu bowed and said respectfully: "The master travels around the world, working hard for the great cause of the Xiaoyao sect. The long journey inevitably requires someone to take care of him. My sister-in-law Yuyan is considerate and considerate. Although she cannot help the master kill the enemy, she is tired from the hard work."

You can also relax your mind at times, just like Yu Yan was here just now, it should be helpful to you."

He knew in his heart that in Chen Jun's eyes, he was just a disposable rag that could be thrown away after use. Now that he saw his terrifying martial arts, the future of Xiaoyao Sect could be imagined.

He is often compared to Huaiyin Han Xin, who has soaring ambitions and is not discouraged even if he encounters setbacks until he achieves his goal. And for the sake of the great cause in his heart, it doesn't matter if a woman abandons him.

To achieve the goal, nothing is sacrificed.

Originally, he was thinking of sending A'Zhu or A Bi away, but they were not as beautiful as his cousin Wang Yuyan. If he wanted to give them away, he would give them the best ones, which would make him appear sincere.

Duan Yu on the side was shocked when he heard this, opened his mouth wide, and said angrily: "You bastard who sells his sister for glory, how can you be so mean?"

Murong Fu fluttered his sleeves and shook off Duan Yu's fingers on his shoulders, and said coldly: "This is the family affairs of my Gusu Murong family. It's not the turn of an outsider like you to take care of it."

Duan Yu was furious, his body was trembling, and he immediately turned his head to look at the stunning beauty beside him. He saw Wang Yuyan looking at Murong Fu with her eyes darkened.

Chen Jun was also shocked by Murong Fu's cruelty. A thoughtful person like Murong naturally knew very well how he viewed him, but he did not hesitate to take roundabout routes in order to gain a relationship with him.

This kind of method, even if it is not safe, will put down the guard for a while and use it for his own use, but Chen Jun knows that this is a rebel, and he will definitely deal with him after using it in the future.

"Miss Wang, don't agree to him. Murong Fu has no right to appoint you. As long as you don't want to, I will go to Dali and ask my father to lead thousands of troops. Murong Fu will not dare to touch you at all."

Although Duan Yu is crazy, he is not stupid. In his words, he only limited the conflict between him and Murong Fu, and did not involve Chen Jun.

"I...."

Wang Yuyan raised her face that looked like a spring sleep of Begonia, her eyes were bright with autumn water, the emotion inside was indescribable, she bit her lower lip slightly:

"I am willing to accompany Mr. Chen!"