After these people finished speaking, they all turned around and walked out, moving very quickly.

After these people left, the sick man in green robe leaned his head on the back of the high chair again.

He is the deputy commander of a scout battalion in the army, in charge of five hundred people, and there are four scout battalions in this army.

In his scout camp, there are four people including his deputy commander, two commanders and one chief commander.

"Since there are new people here, we can see if we can take advantage of the opportunity to break through and stir up the opponent's army..."

The sick man in green robe whispered, and then let out a jeering laugh.

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In the misty sky and earth, over a large poplar forest, there suddenly appeared a burst of gray clouds, blown from the sky by a strong wind, and then blown away again.

And when the gray cloud was blown to a place in the strong wind, there was a faint light that was darker than the night, from bottom to top, and suddenly hit the gray cloud in the sky.

"Bang bang bang..."

That ray of light was extremely fast, but when it hit the gray cloud, it didn't pass through it. Instead, it made a series of dull sounds, as if it continued to penetrate something.

Then, several muffled sounds came from the dark clouds!

At the same time, a black shadow flew out from the forest below, and Li Yan, dressed in black robe, turned into an afterimage and rose into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a flying sword about a foot long appeared in his hand. With a flash of golden light, the flying sword pierced towards the spot in the gray cloud where Li Yan had just sensed the strongest aura.

With his other hand, he also waved his long sleeve, and a talisman with a sizzling sound turned into a snake-shaped lightning. With a swing of its tail, it struck the gray cloud in an instant.

"Stab it!"

As soon as the electric arc penetrated, the gray cloud was suddenly blasted into a violent surge, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from inside. The Mosha Temple practices the art of cold and cold ghost cultivation, and is most afraid of things that are extremely yang.

Li Yan's first strike determined the position of the strong man in the gray cloud. He didn't give the opponent any time to breathe, and successive attacks came like a shadow.

"snort!"

Just when Li Yan attacked with both hands and struck instantly, the gray cloud suddenly surged and dispersed.

Then, more than twenty people appeared inside, and each of these people exuded a cold aura.

At this time, the leader was a middle-aged man, dressed in a green robe and looking like a consumptive ghost. It was this man who made the cold snort just now.

However, at this moment, in his hand, he was holding a struggling snake-shaped lightning bolt. The attack power of the lightning talisman was rolled up by another big sleeve and contained.

The other flying sword that Li Yan offered was also blocked by the protective light shield outside the green-robed man. Amidst the burst of dazzling golden light, the sword was hanging in the air, still trying desperately to penetrate.

Those dazzling swaths of golden light dyed the surrounding gray clouds into layers of gold, but it was impossible to move forward at all.
Chapter completed!