Luo Ran, as a person with cultivation, inevitably suffers such sadness. He doesn't know at all now. If he knew, his real-time method practice would be an amazing creation. Instant movement was originally the most mysterious martial arts in the game. Successful practitioners are one of ten thousand people. Due to the preciousness and scarcity of this martial art, the practice of instantaneous movement has always been a recognized issue in the world.

Luo Ran's practice method may not be the first to think of. But Luo Ran was definitely the first to practice this method, and he even did better than the limits people began to imagine.

Wangqiu Town is restored soon

Maybe the whole game doesn't care how cold the autumn is in Wangqiu Town. But in this long-known forest, what has happened in recent years has always attracted the attention of rivers and lakes. The vast forest is like a terrible monster, constantly devouring the life it enters.

At this time, there was no trace of pride or peace on his face. He ran back and forth in the forest outside Wangqiu City like a walking corpse. He didn't know what he was looking for, or even forgot what he was looking for. He only knew that he needed to keep moving forward because he didn't know if he had a chance to start over if he stopped.

The elite disciples filmed by the Qixuan Sect have become yesterday's yellow flower. Just like the best jokes in the game, although it can make people laugh for a long time, one day it will lose its appeal. Clearing the verdict is the biggest joke in the game. I once made myself imagine, as if everything I hope is easy to obtain.

But those students and teachers who came from nowhere, and the dazzling white "color" light, were like an inescapable nightmare, floating in front of the blue sky. He woke up from that joke, and many bystanders also woke up from his own joke. But clear knew that although his joke was first awakened, it was also the most tragic.

The sky was shouting in the boundless forest, and he even wanted to shout at it. But the last wisp of reason kept reminding him that he could not do it. Therefore, the blue sky, which hesitated in regret and resentment, could only run back and forth in the forest like a madman.

Qinghun wanted to find the demon who killed all his teachers and disciples. He wanted to fight the shameless killer once. He didn't want to die in this cold and windy forest like everyone else. He wanted to respect his opponent and treat him as a dignified master, and maintain his last dignity even if he died.

Green and astringent, like a crazy madman, running back and forth in the forest without getting tired. He knew that people from other gangs saw themselves like madmen, and even many people even had pity in their eyes. It is absolutely ridiculous to have a poor man in this game. If this was the blue sky of the previous country, it would definitely mock ordinary poor fools. Whether it was his own behavior or the Qixuan Sect that made other disciples.

But now the Blue Sky has no such interest, and he is full of resentment, because this damn guy actually sympathized with his young master of the outstanding green city. If there was nothing more important than the Blue Sky at that time, he would have told those people how stupid and stupid it was to pity the others in the game. Therefore, clearing deeply remembered all those who sympathized with him. He believed that in the future he would have a better chance to teach these idiotic gang elites.

At night, all the animals in the forest became quiet, and the sky had no breath of life except the sound of walking. The trees should be full of vitality, as if completely destroyed by the cold weather. He held the sword in his hand tightly, which was the weapon given to him by his palm when he set out. The commander's commission was still in his ears, but reality had lost all hope for the blue sky.

"You are the best new generation master of our Qixuan Sect. This task is when you prove yourself. As long as you can complete the task successfully, everything you can think of will have the chance to be solemnly entrusted by the head of government. The head of government has not yet been dispelled from its brain, but hope has completely disappeared. The fantasy has not yet reached its climax, but it has been completely over. At this time, besides being killed by Murong Rourou face to face, it can be said that there are the real four empty spaces.

The cruel game is composed of many factors and environments. The manifestation of clearing is also a factor. At least for those disciples who are still wandering in Wangqiu Town, the Qingcheng Swordsman School is not only taught the lesson of overthrowing the Qingcheng Swordsman School in the entire army, but everyone else is very cold. The sky in the forest is like a madman, it is like a huge rock, deeply pressing into everyone's hearts.

There is already a consensus on what kind of people Hong Kong is. But in this remote and deserted town, in a lifeless forest, stimulated by a person who has become a madman in less than two years of entering this game, this is such a brilliant figure.

"The Qixuanmen Sword Sect photographed the entire Qingzi Hunting Team, and the other Qinggang brothers became lunatics who did not eat or drink. Do you think we still have hope of completing the mission?

The dim sunshine shines on the bare trees and mottled forests. There is almost a foot thick of leaves in the forest that makes people rustle on it. There is rarely a windless weather, and the forest outside Wangqiu Town becomes lively again.

Lazy people walked around the woods in groups of three or three. These people held bright weapons in their hands, and they all took them out of their sheaths. Although these people had lazy faces and their movements were almost handling things, none of them were talking. Most people shut up. Even the speakers lowered their voices and looked around from time to time.

The sky was already snowing, and they died quietly in the forest. No one knew where he died, nor did they see the white light of death with their own eyes. However, since people could no longer see the crazy disciples of Qixuanmen looking for him in this lush forest, they acquiesced to the death of this poor strong man.

With the disappearance of clearance in this remote town, Murong Rourou's team of Swordsmen of Qixuan Sect was completely destroyed in this vast forest. Although Murong Rourou's siege was not completely declared as a failure by the disciples of various sects, most people's confidence in success also disappeared.

Although many people know that living in this deserted town no longer makes sense. The gangs have no orders to retreat, and everyone has to continue their bored search in this damn place. They are the proudest people in the game, but they are also the ones who fear the most gang rules. This is the game. If you want to get some gains, you have to give more helplessness.

"Be careful. The atmosphere today is not right. "We haven't seen Wudang for a long time." Seeing that everyone was impatient, a leader had to shout. At the same time, I was thinking about the questions raised so that we could find a way to relieve our impatientness.

"Yes! I used to look for a few hours, and I often met people from other gangs. Especially the disciples of Wudang, who have been searching for them seriously. Obviously, this problem was not only discovered by the leader alone, so someone should make up soon.

The speeches of the two made people nervous. Due to the words of these two people, the atmosphere in the whole forest seemed to have changed again, and the lazy expression on each person's face soon disappeared. Holding his weapon tightly in his hands, only this cold weapon can stimulate their empty energy.

"Look at what that is?" Some disciples from a primary school shouted in surprise, holding a trembling sword in their hands and pointing ahead. It seemed that he felt a little ashamed because of the fear in his tone, so his face was red at this time. In order to divert people's attention from him, the disciples of the primary school immediately opened their mouths and said, "Are you running from Wudang?"

The leader's disciples were the most powerful of these men, so they stood on thicker branches and carefully observed the situation not far away. But before the others asked, the leader's face turned pale.

"Go back to the small town where Wudang is hunting for Wudang."

The leader's voice was a little scared, and it was obvious that he was afraid of everything he saw. But everyone present didn't care about the tone of the leader. After hearing the leader's call, they thought they did not run to the town in despair. Even when the disciples leading the way found their imbalance and wanted to explain to themselves, they found that there was no one around them. It was just because of his distraction that he was abandoned by many people in this place and could become a slaughterhouse at any time.

The invincible ability of the East has been felt by all those who are still looking forward to Qiucheng. This is a ability beyond imagination, a horror that truly kills invisible people. All young masters know that the new slaves have not yet been captured and are no longer at their level. In particular, many people who have witnessed the collapse of the Qixuanmen Swordsman School believe this.

However, since the disciples of the Qixuan Sect were eliminated by the regiment headquarters, Murong Rourou rarely reappeared, which gradually eased the tension of many people. They were elite disciples from all walks of life. Because they knew that they were not the opponent of the murderer at all, they completely gave up their mission. It was not until no one died at the hands of the Dongfang Invincible for several consecutive months that they began to deal with the comprehensive search in the forest.

But runners didn't realize that search recovery took less than a week.
Chapter completed!