Chapter 440

Luo Chuan took back his confrontation with Yan Zhongxian, turned his head and looked at Li Guang.

The cannon fodder camp has three supervising leaders, all of whom are local monks in the days of great sorrow and cold, belonging to the power of universal sages. Among them, the West Heavenly Sword king and the North shajun are both the second level of daolunjing, and only the bloody hand immortal Tu Li Guang is the first level of daolunjing.

Tao wheel realm is the second largest realm after the cultivation of Tao power. If you can cultivate to the realm of Tao wheel, you can be regarded as a small expert.

Six of Luo Chuan's core friars, including Qixiu, the earth king and the troll immortal, have practiced to the realm of Tao wheel, but they are only the first level of Tao wheel.

As far as Luo Chuan knows, among the 136 monks in the cannon fodder camp, none of them broke through the aisle, except that Yan Zhongxian and boss Bai's Taoist practice was a mystery.

Let alone Luo Chuan's mana is sealed now. Even if it is not sealed, facing the existence of a Tao wheel environment is also the feeling of ants facing giant elephants.

Fortunately, although Li Guang was able to use Taoism, he could not use it completely due to the restriction of the seal of the prison. After two years of "death" and a year and a half of fierce prison battle, Luo Chuan has accumulated more and more ferocious Qi, which can vaguely connect with the purest ferocious Qi left by Jiulong king. Therefore, he is not afraid of Li Guang.

"I'm here just to ask boss Yan for justice." Luo Chuan said in an unassuming way.

"Fair?" Li Guang's smiling eyes showed surprise, and his voice raised slightly.

"Ha ha, fair..." Yan Zhongxian sat high in the city, sipped the wine and smiled.

Boss Bai didn't speak. He drank Xianling's wine one by one. Soon, his cheeks floated a drunken blush, looked down at Luochuan under the city, and made no secret of the sarcasm in his eyes.

At this time, thunder like footsteps sounded not far away. In the twinkling of an eye, a large number of monks came through the four directions, gathered in front of the city and surrounded more than 2000 people in Luochuan from three directions.

Soon, more than 10000 monks surrounded Luochuan people and horses, and they are still increasing.

More than half of Luo Chuan's more than 2000 monks showed panic, and their war spirit and fighting spirit were also declining.

"Speaking of fairness... Ha ha, we always treat you and other prisoners fairly." bloody hand immortal Tu Li Guang smiled and raised his glass: "Mr. Luo, you and Mr. Yan and Mr. Bai Datong are the top prisoners. You should sit down and discuss anything. No matter what the outcome of the discussion is, as long as you don't violate the three rules set at the beginning, we don't care. That's fair."

"Lord Li said well." Yan Zhongxian raised his glass to Li Guang, and a friendly smile appeared on Junlang's face: "what you mean, as long as I can solve it by myself, you won't interfere?"

"That's natural." Li Guang sipped his wine: "if I have to wait for the supervising friar to manage everything, what's the use of your bosses."

"Boss Luo, can you hear what Lord Li said clearly?" boss Bai put down his glass and looked at Luo Chuan sarcastically: "Lord Li won't take care of the dispute between us. I'm afraid you've made a mistake if you come here rashly today."

Three people in the city drank wine quietly.

In the four directions under the city, Yan Zhongxian and boss Bai have more than 10000 people and horses to surround Luochuan's 2000 people and horses.

Before that, when he was on the road, two thousand men and horses from Luochuan ran rampant and seemed to have an amazing momentum. At this time, he was weaker than tens of thousands of friars from Yan and Bai under the city.

Feeling the dangerous situation, Wang Hu had a bad heart and asked Luo Chuan in a low voice: "boss, what should I do now? Lord Li obviously wanted to take the opportunity to remove the boss by taking advantage of the absence of the West Tianjian king and beishajun! He hit it off with Yan and Bai and set up this game!"

"This can also be called a bureau?" Luo Chuan raised his mouth a little half an inch.

Wang Hu was stunned, flushed, and subconsciously clenched his fist. Like Wang Hu, the other 12 core friars frowned, gnashed their teeth, and felt a deep reluctance in their hearts.

Yan Zhongxian's actions really can't be called a "game". It's just plain that boss Luo has to come here. However, boss Luo has to come again. In the cannon fodder camp, whether the weak resist the strong or not, they are dead end, but whoever they are, they will choose to resist.

After three rounds of wine, Yan Zhongxian seemed to feel almost the same. He put down his glass and stood up. He was dressed in a brown feather robe, long hair and shawl. He looked handsome and white. At first glance, Yan Zhongxian felt weak.

But when he stood up, stood at the height of the thousand foot wall and swept through the people under the city, the monks only felt numb when they were swept by a thunderbolt.

"Listen to all the Taoist friends in the city. Yan Zhongxian is here today to deal with some personal grievances with boss Luo. These grievances have nothing to do with you, so I don't want to kill you." Yan Zhongxian said faintly: "if you wait and abandon Luochuan, I won't blame you. Otherwise, I can only regard you as Luochuan's accomplice."

"It's war or peace, death or life, only when you wait for a moment."

"I won't give you too long to make a choice. Just count three times. If you repent, go aside."

"One..."

As Yan Zhongxian began to count, more than half of Luo Chuan's more than 2000 people showed looseness. Before the "one" was counted, there was a crash, and more than 1000 people quickly walked to both sides.

"Hahaha, boss Luo, your people are just like this." Yan Zhongxian laughed and continued to count: "two..."

The voice fell, and two hundred people ran out.

"Boss Luo, I'd like to see how many people you can have left." Yan Zhongxian looked down at Luo Chuan like a winner: "three..."

After counting three times, there were only more than 300 people left beside Luo Chuan, and all 13 core friars were there.

Each of the three hundred monks was filled with a trace of evil spirit, which swelled like black smoke. The higher one was ten feet, and the shorter one was one or two feet.

In front of the 300 people, Luo Chuan stood upright. His evil spirit had crossed the range of 100 feet to 150 feet, as high as a hill.

"Good, good, good. It's rare that you are willing to give up your life and follow me, Luo."

Luo Chuan even said three good words. There was neither disappointment nor anger on his face. From beginning to end, his look was the same calm and cold, just like a face that would not change.

"Boss! When cannon fodder is dead, life is worse than death without cannon fodder! It's better to fight than toss!"

"This road should have been sent to foreign battlefields as cannon fodder half a year ago! Thanks to the boss, this can save this residual life and more vitality for half a year! Sooner or later, what if you die today!"

The remaining three hundred monks shouted one after another, their eyes red, and the spirit of evil spirit rose again!

Some of them have long followed Luochuan and offended too many people, such as Wang Hu and other core friars. Once they leave Luochuan, their lives will be hard to protect. Some were saved by Luo Chuan from the empty battlefield outside the territory in the most desperate time, saved their fate as cannon fodder, and lived another year and a half.

For whatever reason, their fate is now really closely related to Luochuan.

"Stupid! Seek your own death." Yan Zhongxian's thunderbolt eyes swept over more than 300 people, and then turned to Li Guang, who was watching from the wall while drinking the wine of the Fairy Spirit: "Lord Li, these people will be filled with cannon fodder. Yan will make compensation in the future."

"There are more than 300 people here. Boss Yan, the price is not so big." Li Guang narrowed his eyes, smiled and made no secret of his greed.

"That's for sure." boss Yan smiled and looked down at the city. His eyes flashed: "do it!"

The tens of thousands of friars were about to come forward.

"Wait!"

The indifferent voice sounded like rolling thunder, echoing in the friars' ears.

"Yan Zhongxian, you are known as the king of the flesh. But since Luo's arrival, you have never seen boss Yan fight with anyone. It's better to take this opportunity to let Luo see the strength of your boss Yan."

Luo Chuan, with his back to more than 300 monks, walked under the city and went straight to Yan Zhongxian.

Luo Chuan doesn't walk fast or slow. His every step seems to maintain the same frequency, the same distance and the same rhythm. However, in the view of all monks in the city, boss Luo should be faster than the previous step every step.

One step, two steps, three steps... Luo Chuan walked faster and faster. In the twinkling of an eye, he was less than a hundred steps away from the city wall.

Even if the cultivation of Taoism has reached the height of the true Taoist realm, when they see Luochuan's mysterious and mysterious body method, the monks under the city still feel a little uncomfortable.

At the head of the city, Li Guang's narrowed eyes flashed pure light.

Boss Bai took a deep look at Luo Chuan and sipped the wine again.

"Small skills of carving insects." boss Yan smiled faintly, and a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, but his face was still very calm: "I don't do it, just because there is no one worth doing it in the cannon fodder camp except Bai Laoda... Including you, boss Luo."

Yan Lao's big words fell, and Luo Chuan suddenly took a step up.

He took this step in the air, but it was as if there was a ladder under his feet. He stopped out of thin air and then stepped away from the other foot.

In the shocked eyes of the monks under the city, Luo Chuan walked out of thin air. Still, each step was the same frequency, rhythm and distance, but it was faster step by step.

In the blink of an eye, Luochuan was only 300 steps away from Yan Zhongxian at the head of the city!

"He really doesn't use Taoist power." the bloody hand immortal Tu Li Guang observed for a while and smiled.

Only Yan Zhongxian and boss Bai beside him could hear the murderous spirit hidden in his tone.

"The strength of Luo doesn't seem to be as simple as he used to show." boss Bai looked at Yan Zhongxian and said, "it seems that he has hidden a lot of backhands."

"Don't excite me." Yan Zhongxian glanced at the white boss unhappily. His eyes fell back on Luo Chuan, and his eyes began to become hot: "well, we haven't done anything for so many years. These new bosses are afraid to forget the reputation of the king of the flesh. Even you, the white boss, seem to be forgetting."

Boss Bai didn't speak. Yu Guangzhong, the handsome man in brown feather robe drinking wine on his left hand, had disappeared.

Boss Bai smiled and looked down.

Below the city, a human shadow crossed the sky and appeared in front of Luo Chuan at a frightening speed close to the blink!

In mid air, Luo Chuan floats against the wind with a clear and turbid air.

Opposite him, Yan Zhongxian, the king of flesh, held up his arms and watched Luo Chuan thoughtfully, also floating out of thin air.