I Am Very Low-Key In The Heavens

The two brothers in Huang Tianzhen shook their heads when they heard that, wouldn't it be courting death to ride the coffin speed car, no one knows that the world of coffin-carrying people is inside the coffin.

"I really don't want to sit down. You two look fair and clean. You can tell at a glance that you haven't experienced any life. If you don't lie in the coffin for a while, how will you understand the suffering in the world? Will you come?"

Qiongwusheng sent out the invitation again.

"Senior, you can find someone else, we really don't want to experience the coffin ride.~"

The two brothers in Huang Tianzhen were vigilant against Qiong Wusheng, as if Qiong Wusheng made any bad moves, the two of them would run towards their father.

It seems that the battle between the father and an Elder from the Tyrant Sword Society is very easy, and adding another Great Master should not be a problem.

They also have no way, they can't beat the Great Master powerhouse, only the Great Master powerhouse can deal with the Great Master powerhouse.

Except for the father and king, in the scene, they really don't know where to lead Qiong Wusheng.

"Forget it, if you don't want to, you don't want to. I'm forcing you. Others will only say that I am bullying the small."

"You guys are lucky today. There are so many delicious Great Master corpses waiting for me to load them. The coffin is a bit small, so I will let you off once."

"If I meet you next time, I believe that you have grown to the point where you are delicious enough, then I will not be polite."

When Qiong Wusheng saw Huang Dongjie's glance over, his heart trembled, knowing that he couldn't tease these two princes anymore.

"Damn old loach, I don't believe I can't hold your coffin board today."

A long rope tied to the coffin was tied to Qiongwusheng's belt. Qiongwusheng lifted the coffin and threw it in the direction of the lame Bai Congliang.

The coffin flew away, and the long rope tied to the coffin pulled Qiong Wusheng away as well.

I don't know if it's the reason why practice makes perfect, but he can always perform all kinds of eye-catching movements in mid-air.

He pulled the rope closer to the coffin, and soon he touched the coffin, opened the coffin board, he got in, and then covered the coffin board.

This series of actions were all completed while flying in the coffin, and it was unknown what Cultivation Technique he was practicing.

Lying in the coffin, he can always observe the movement outside, and even control the direction in which the coffin hits.

The coffin is specially made, and the coffin is covered with Infinity's True Qi, so it is the least afraid of being bumped, and it is often thrown back and forth by Infinity.

The two brothers in Huangtian Town were also relieved to see that Qiong Wusheng was taken away in the coffin. The pressure of the Great Master was really too great for them.

As soon as Qiong Wusheng left, the two brothers of Huang Tianzhen continued to kill the disciples of the Tyrant Sword Society.

boom

A burst of air blasted, and the sand and soil on the ground were blown up by the coffin, and I don't know how many members of the Tyrannical Sword Society were smashed into flesh by the coffin.

The coffin arrived at the target, and the lame Bai Congliang stared at the coffin not far away.

"I seriously suspect that you have a brain disease, you are a lame person, and you also specialize in the Cultivation Technique of speed.

"Is it because you did something bad before, you couldn't run away and your legs were caught and broken, so you became obsessed with speed and agility, so as to prevent you from being caught again in the future."

Qiong Wusheng crawled out of the coffin, and he was very annoyed at the lame Bai Congliang. Before, he thought the lame was easy to bully, so he picked the lame Bai Congliang to attack.

Who would have thought that this cripple would not follow the routine to practice his Cultivation Technique, but his figure was so fast that his coffin was always empty.

He wanted to change, but everyone else had opponents. He wanted to change, but no one gave him a chance to change. He had no choice but to entangle with the lame Bai Congliang until now.

"You're the only one with a sick mind. If you carry the coffin every day, it's not a sickness."

The crippled Bai Congliang turned back rudely.

"Your uncle, my coffin is hindering you. If you dare to have an opinion on my coffin, let's see if I don't cripple your other leg."

Qiong Wusheng disliked others' opinions on his coffin, and he couldn't take it anymore when he was pissed off by the lame Bai Congliang, so he took the coffin and threw it at it.

The lame Bai Congliang was not stubborn, he kept going to places where there were many people in the Ba Dao Hui, and Qiong Wusheng was not polite when he saw this, intentionally or unintentionally, he killed and disabled the nearby Ba Dao Hui disciples.

"What's the matter with you, why haven't you defeated them for so long and came to help us."

It turned out that the members of the Tyrant Sword Society had the upper hand, and it was only a matter of time before the disciples of Guiyun Villa were defeated.

Who would have thought that the twelve foreign aids would make a show of manipulation, abruptly making everyone in Guiyun Villa gasp.

The Elder group of the Tyrant Sword Society was really angry. They had expected Mo Guitu, the foreign aid, to defeat Song Helang and others earlier, and come and join forces with them to kill the Great Master of Guiyun Villa.

Who would have thought that Mo Guitu, these foreign players not only failed to defeat Song Helang and the others, but also forcibly disrupted the good situation of their Tyrant Sword Club.

Is this foreign aid? This is clearly a shit stick.

"Hmph, it really doesn't hurt to stand and talk, you don't see how cunning these people are, they just don't fight us head-on, they just use your people as obstacles to consume us

"What can we do? If you are so upset with us, we can leave now, and your rewards will be returned to you."

…… Ask for flowers……………

Fanatic Mo Guitu and the others stopped, obviously intending to strike.

"Don't, don't... We don't have any dissatisfaction with you, we just hope that you can solve them as soon as possible to help us.

"Go ahead, we won't ask any more questions."

When Jiang Mengfeng and the others heard that Mo Guitu and the others wanted to strike, they were anxious.

If Mo Guitu and the others left, Song Helang and others would stop them. Once Song Helang made a move to help Guiyun Villa, they would be the ones who would be in danger.

Holding back the boundless anger in his heart, he reluctantly put on a gentle smile to face Mo Guitu and the others, asking them not to mind.

When Mo Guitu and the others saw Jiang Mengfeng's attitude, they were in a good mood, and continued to kill Song Helang and the others.

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"They can't count on it anymore, we can only rely on ourselves."

Jiang Mengfeng obviously guessed that Mo Guitu's foreign aids would not do their best to help them. These foreign aids were all good people, and they would only buy some strength to put on a show after receiving the benefits.

If you really want them to work hard, they will definitely refuse.

Because everyone is afraid of death, and the Great Master is even more afraid of death. It is almost impossible for them not to be forced to make it to the last step.

Because desperately represents the danger of life and death.

"Damn it, what are the things we invited? I heard that Yuge's killer is like this, even these foreign aids are like this. They are simply..."

Hearing the sound transmission from the big Elder, the other Elders of the Ba Dao Society became very angry.

But they had no choice but to listen to the Yuge killer, needless to say, they couldn't afford to mess with it.

Twelve foreign aids are damn it, but Ba Dao Guild still needs their combat power, so they have to say no to scold them, and even coax them with smiles.

This situation makes them feel so aggrieved and useless...

"Pu"

As time passed, there were finally casualties of Great Master powerhouses.

"You are already amazing, holding my Great Master middle stage for so long with the Great Master early stage, you are considered an honorable death.

An Elder in Guiyun Villa looked down at the huge hole in his chest that was gushing blood continuously, which was opened by the enemy with a big knife.

He was looking at the broken sword in his hand, showing a miserable, unwilling smile, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his body gradually fell backwards.

"Zhuang, owner, I...I tried my best."

It was his last thought before his consciousness dissipated. .