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Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh

At first, there was a little doubt, but with the arrows being shot down, these people basically recognized the origin of the umbrella. How did the eleventh-ranked high-level disciple's personal weapon in the Tianjian Gate get into the hands of the thief? Thinking of this, everyone who was already full of confidence trembled in an instant. The soldiers are in the people, which is the iron rule of the world. Now Ye Xiao's weapon appears in the hands of the thief, so the reason is naturally self-evident.

A "bandit" who can kill the eleven disciples of the Tianjian Sect can never be dealt with by ordinary disciples.

"How did he fly to my Deacon Wu's home?"

"Do we want to support?"

Someone reacted because Zuo Meng had already begun to decline.

The leader of Senior Brother Lu also hesitated for a while. The thief was fierce and felt a little overwhelmed. Seeing that the other brothers looked at him, "Senior Brother Lu" coughed twice and said loudly.

"It's so everyone knows that Deacon Wu is a top-notch master. This thief is brave enough to offend Deacon Wu. He must have gone but never returned."

Seeing the doubtful eyes of the fellows, Senior Brother Lu couldn't help but get angry.

"What? Can you not believe it! If you don't believe it, you can go over and support Deacon Wu."

As soon as this sentence was said, the brothers who were already a little suspicious suddenly lost their emotions.

"Yes, Deacon Wu has great martial arts skills. We should just go over and collect the body later. Don't steal the deacon's merits and make him unhappy."

"What my senior brother said makes sense."

A group of disciples understood the core principles of being in a world of ​​world, and took back their weapons one by one, no longer caring about the bandits who "sneaked into" the city. After such a fuss at the door, the people lined up with each other dispersed. Seeing that these disciples of the Tianjian Sect came back to their senses, they returned to their original teams one by one.

Soon, the city gate was restored to its original state.

As for the bandits...

That's not their responsibility.

"Remember to hold this donkey. We have also tried our best to kill the enemy and even let the bandits abandon their mounts." Senior Brother Lu saw the donkey next to him and reminded the group of junior brothers.

"Senior brother is right!"

So as the donkey howled, these disciples from the Tianjian Sect successfully captured the mount of the "bandits".

Inside the city.

Zuo Meng landed accurately on a room.

The blue brick and tile house was also very luxuriously arranged. He glanced roughly, determined the position of Old Man Wu, and stepped on it, and flew over lightly.

A good boxing technique was almost exhausted in Zuo Meng's hands.

"who?"

Old Man Wu, who was practicing magic skills in the house, was the first to react. He quickly put away the earth-level secret script and scolded him!

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Because Old Man Wu had to practice the earth-level magical skills alone, he dispersed all the servants around him, which saved Zuo Meng a lot of trouble.

"Master Wu, you owe me money... it's time to pay it back."

Old Man Wu narrowed his eyes and looked at Zuo Meng who walked in calmly, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"So it's the prince, why? I'm tired of living, so I dare to come to my husband's mansion to scatter."

He naturally remembered these young people who were released from him very clearly, not to mention that Zuo Meng also gave him 1,000 taels of silver. He still remembered the expression of treating money as dirt.
Chapter completed!
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