I blame the system for licking dogs

A few kilometers west of the battlefield, Jiang Qancao stopped and looked behind him. When he looked up, he saw the familiar old man following him in the air.

"Grandpa Fugui..." Jiang Qiancao swallowed more, her eyes filled with tears, "I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

Jiang Sheng fell from the sky, looked at Jiang Qancao who was crying in tears, and touched her head distressedly, "Silly boy, why do you think so."

"They say we are all abandoned children and bait."

"They are, but you are not. Otherwise, why would your grandfather let me come here?"

Jiang Qiancao opened his eyes with big tears, "Why did grandpa want me to come here?"

Jiang Sheng sighed, "Your grandfather's health is getting worse every year. He can't protect you forever. If you want to have the power to protect yourself, you have to take part in the trial."

Jiang Qiancao lowered his head slightly and whispered: "Is it because my identity is important enough that this bait is more realistic?"

Jiang Sheng didn't answer, but felt a little distressed, "Let's go back, I guess we can wrap things up over there."

Jiang Qiancao remembered Liu Zhengjing's text message, raised her head, and looked directly at Jiang Sheng, "Grandpa Fugui, I don't want you to go back."

Jiang Sheng was a little confused and looked deeply at Jiang Qiancao with complicated eyes, "Xiaocao, Grandpa Fugui is from the Nine Sects..."

Jiang Qiancao looked at Jiang Sheng stubbornly, and Jiang Sheng was a little helpless. He was about to take Jiang Qiancao back forcibly, but suddenly he noticed something and stood in front of Jiang Qiancao in a flash.

Two people walked out of the shadow of the building behind them. The one in front was carrying a hoe, wearing old cloth shoes that were still stained with dirt. His linen trousers were rolled up to the trouser legs. He was wearing a shabby gown on his upper body. His skin was dark and rough. He was an authentic farmer.

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Behind him followed a middle-aged man, well-dressed, following the old farmer like a mismatched father and son.

Jiang Sheng's expression changed several times when he saw the old farmer. He turned around and grabbed Jiang Qiancao's arm, soared into the air and flew towards the distance, in the direction of leaving Tanaka City.

"Grandpa Fugui, who are those two people? Aren't you going back?" Jiang Qancao asked loudly as he watched the building under his feet retreat rapidly and heard a whirring sound in his ears.

Jiang Sheng did not look back, and his somewhat depressed voice floated in the wind, "That man is a farmer from Pingyang Town. Grandpa Fugui can't beat him... The Battle of Daozhou was a miscalculation..."

When anglers are fishing, few of them think about whether there are water monsters underwater that are eyeing people on the shore?

The old farmer looked at the two figures that had flown away and remained motionless.

"Master, why don't you keep this old man?" Zhang Dahai asked.

The old farmer took out the bags under his eyes, sat on the side of the road, and lit up a cigarette. "Jiang Fugui is not weak. If the girl hadn't asked her to throw a rat weapon, it would have taken a lot of effort to fight..."

Zhang Dahai nodded, sat down next to the old farmer, and took his words to heart. The master said that if he is not weak, he is very strong. Even if he is promoted to the Wuzong in the future, he must be careful of this old guy.

When will I be promoted to the martial arts sect? Seeing that the unscrupulous apprentice is already a martial arts master, what will I do if I can't beat him in a few years?

The master and the apprentice were sitting on the side of the road, as if waiting for something. After a while, a figure rushed from the other direction like lightning, stopped ten meters away from the master and the apprentice, and looked at the master and the apprentice warily.

The old farmer took two long puffs of cigarette, knocked off the ashes on the curb, stood up, and picked up the hoe in his hand.

Looking at the person who suddenly rushed in front of him, he said in a cold tone, "This road is blocked."

"Zong Fan, you're here unexpectedly. Are you, the Hongmeng League, planning to start a war again?" This old man was wearing silk loose exercise clothes. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, and he looked like an old man exercising in the park, but at this moment

His expression was a little solemn.

"Waiting for you, I'll kill you." The old farmer said concisely.

Zhang Dahai called out behind the old farmer, "President Tang, your life is at stake!"

The identity of this old man in martial arts uniform is very scary. He is Tang Baiding, one of the vice-presidents of the Warriors Association. He has been at the peak of martial arts for many years and has left many legends in Da Qin. He has not been seen in the world for a long time, but there are many warriors in Da Qin.

Selection magazines rated him as the first person below the Martial Saint.

He was the one who finally closed the net, but because his identity was too sensitive and his reputation was too great, he would be discovered once he showed up. In order not to give the other party a chance to react, he rushed here as soon as he got off the plane.

On the way, he had received news that the situation had changed. Ozawa Sandou, who had disappeared for many years, appeared. The legendary ghost of the killer also appeared on the battlefield, which made him a little anxious.

As long as he arrives, both Ozawa Sando and Ghost Shadow are destined to lose today.

But he never expected to bump into an old farmer here.

"You couldn't kill me thirty years ago, and you still can't kill me today." Tang Baiding said gloomily. If anyone else hears this, their jaws will drop. How come the words of the first person under the Martial Saint seem to admit that he is not?

Are the old farmers’ opponents the same?

When Tang Baiding saw the old farmer, he knew that Jiu Men was in trouble this time. In this plan of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind, his own oriole was probably the real target, but the slingshot was just Zong Fan?

If he hadn't been promoted to Martial Saint, then it would be a fantasy to keep him.

"To entertain a distinguished guest like President Tang, the pomp and circumstance can't be worse. Plus I'm here."

A voice sounded behind Tang Baiding. Tang Baiding turned around and looked, his pupils slightly dilated, "Is it you? It's true..."

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On the roof of the building, Liu Zhengjing had no intention of moving after listening to Lou Qian's words.

On the street, the black shadow that had just jumped was fighting with the chief warden Akiyama, and the two newly joined great magicians faced off against the great formation master Ozawa Sandō.

The Faceless Man and Qi Bai rushed into the Tianchi Bathhouse, but could not see the situation.

Dozens more prison guards rushed out from the other side of the street, plus the ten prison wardens who had survived before, and they collided with the remaining dozen or so powerful leaders in Daozhou, and they cooperated with the other side to completely block the entire street.

The appearance of the street.

Overall, the two masters of water and soil suppressed Ozawa Sando, and Ghost Shadow had the upper hand in the battle with Akiyama.

The outcome of either side of these two battlefields is directly related to the survival of both sides. It shouldn't be like this, it should be more than this.

Looking at the more intense battlefield downstairs, Liu Zhengjing frowned and asked: "Who is Lord Shui, Tu? Who is that shadow that went down just now?"

Lou Qian was not in a hurry, "Those are two of the Five Elements Venerables of the Warlock Association. Under the three giants of the Warlock Association, there are Five Elements Venerables. They are elemental warlocks who practice metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. They are the inherited positions of the Warlock Association.

It has never been interrupted for thousands of years, and every venerable one can reach the realm of a great magician."

"According to our information, the original Warlock Association was founded by the earliest Five Elements Venerables. They should have mastered some kind of inheritance method to ensure the continuous continuation of the Five Elements Venerables. The flaw is that they can never break through to the realm of Holy Magicians.

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"As for that black shadow, it is the former number one on the killer list, the haunting ghost shadow, Senior Xiao, oh, he is also the deputy head of Yama Luo Hall before the Killer Alliance was separated."

It seems that the Killer Alliance and Hongmeng are not parting ways as I thought, Liu Zhengzheng said secretly.

"Jiumen has set up such a big game. It is impossible to underestimate the power of Daozhou. I think they still have back-ups, and they are waiting for these two seniors." Liu Zhengjing expressed his thoughts.

The situation has exceeded his expectations. There are already two martial arts masters and three great masters on that street. The realm of martial arts masters has become just a few. It is not safe to go down by yourself.

Lou Qian was stunned and remembered Zhang Dahai's records of Liu Zhengjing over the years. He had one comment, "He is cautious by nature and very stubborn."

Then I understood Liu Zhengjing's reaction. Unlike the children who grew up in Hongmeng and regarded Hongmeng as their family, he did not have a strong sense of belonging, because it was obviously difficult for him to go all out with just one sentence.

"Jiumen naturally predicted the current situation, but we predicted their prediction." Lou Qian smiled confidently, "It's too late for Jiumen to make a comeback now. Now as long as we give it to Jiumen,

Just eat our bait and that’s it.”

Seeing that Liu Zhengjing still didn't want to move, Lou Qian said softly, which made Liu Zhengjing instantly become nervous.

"After today's event is over, I will tell you where your sister is."

Liu Zhengjing no longer hesitated, picked up the black stick wrapped in sheets, jumped down, and shouted in mid-air, "Here comes the poor Taoist Zhang Sanfeng!"

The sound was inspired by internal force and rumbled throughout the street. People below couldn't help but look up.

In the Tianchi Bathhouse Hall, the faceless man had just pulled out a long sword from the chest of a Nine Sect martial artist, and couldn't help but look outside when he heard the shout.

Just in time to see Liu Zhengjing land in the middle of the battlefield, kneeling on one knee, holding a black stick or "white stick" in one hand and leaning on the ground with the other hand, surrounded by the cracked concrete floor, he raised his head and smiled evilly.

The faceless man trembled all over. This way of appearing was much more exciting than his own. I didn't expect it.

Liu Zhengjing didn't know that the Faceless Man was already envious of his pretentious appearance at this moment, and he wouldn't be surprised if he knew it. This was a classic landing pose of the superhero of the beautiful country in his previous life.

His high-profile appearance made both the bosses and prison guards in Daozhou a little stunned.

Because none of them knew this young man, nor did they know who Zhang Sanfeng was. Only Hua She was stunned by this handsome appearance, and couldn't help but cross her legs, wanting to ride...

When the disciples of the Nine Sects who were already frightened in the Tianchi Bathhouse heard this name, their faces became even more desperate.

The faceless men and the killing god Bai Qi were unable to resist the six guardians who killed two of them. Two were killed, and now there are only four left, plus one Zhang Sanfeng...