"Zhen Gang, you still have such a bad temper." The blind old man, who was covered with bandages, was just about to continue mocking, but he saw the old man called "Zhen Gang" leaning forward with his hands on the ground, although his body was thin and weak.

, but it gives people the momentum of a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"I agree."

"Yes, when did the Six Sword Slaves have to work together to fight the Grandmaster?" The first generation "Duanshui" smiled. Although his eyes were blind and still wrapped in bandages, you could hear it from his words.

With a strong sense of reminiscence, "The six of us worked together back then, but we jointly killed Zong Zheng, who was in the realm of celestial beings and humans, and destroyed Zhou's last trump card, causing Zhou's complete decline."

Hearing this, the first generation "Xuan Jian" and the first generation "Jing Salamander" remained silent.

A sharp and evil voice came from the other side, but there was silence for a while.

"Business... Luo Sheng is going to be destroyed. Is this business?" The blind old man wrapped in bandages suddenly laughed, coughing and jokingly "looking" at the other people.

They are the first group of old people in the trap.

"What's more, under the management of this guy, the Korean branch has already acquired combat power and equipment comparable to the Qin National League in just half a year. What's the point of worrying?"

The first-generation "Duanshui" sighed with emotion, but as soon as he finished speaking, the first-generation "Shocking Salamander" who had just lamented the average talent of the "Shocking Salamander" jumped out again.

They often have no chance to continue deep into this forest path and enter the Jianghuang Mountain, because they will die in the hands of the old man who was trying to persuade them just now.

Or maybe...

Of course, they don't like this auspicious title, because they are born in darkness and will only die in darkness. Words with auspicious meanings should not appear in those of them who escape from darkness.

On people.

"Okay, okay, let me talk about the key points."

As for who "Zuo Buyi" is, no one knows.

It's just that I don't know who, hastily inserted a stone tablet on a piece of land, carved seven words with the sword, and outlined it with blood.

"..."

But their seats are not necessarily connected. There are two unlit candlesticks in the middle, and the white candles look paler under the light of the fire.

The first-generation "Duanshui" who suddenly gained the support of two companions suddenly took up the support of nearly half of the seven people. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the first-generation "Zhen Gang" beside him, and said with emotion:

"Most of this generation's first-class assassins have average talents."

A rough voice came out of another old man's mouth, obviously impatient.

"..."

"Not even dead."

In a hut in a barren mountain, seven candlesticks were lit one after another, and the candlelight swayed, reflecting seven skinny figures.

And relying on the giant web woven by the Qin State, as long as the wall of the Qin State does not collapse, this giant web cannot be cleared.

Among the high-level officials waiting outside the house, no one knew what method the first-generation "Shui Shui" used to convince the other six people. They only knew that the first-generation "Shui Shui" ran out of energy and died on the second day after the meeting.

Everyone here is over one hundred and thirty years old.

"Jie Jie, you old bastard is not dead yet, how can we be willing to die?"

The lonely autumn wind blew by again, leaving only a copper bottle filled with warm wine, puffing out hot air in front of the stone monument.

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PS: Let’s pave the way for the plot that follows and calm down for a day.

Every day, I am afraid that the editor will come to visit me with a knife.
Chapter completed!