The wind on the river was strong, and the two large ships cleared the way, their broad bows crashing into the surging waves. Hundreds of finless porpoises followed the boat to the left and right, exposing their smooth gray backs one after another on the water. Several sergeants carried wooden basins and poured fish into the bottom, which often caused the finless porpoises to jump. A few pots of fish cannot feed these monsters at all, they are just a means of cultivating feelings in the river. Apart from the splashing of water and the roar of flags, no conversation could be heard throughout the ship. Not long after we set off, the martial arts masters from top to bottom were still in a nervous state. Most of them chose to stay in their own place, and no one dared to wander around. Liang Qu was led by the sergeant to the top floor of the ship, where he had a wide view. Pushing the door open and entering, the cold air hitting his face made him feel comfortable all over, and the heat of wearing the fish demon's inner armor dissipated. Looking around, the entire top floor was an open circular hall with nearly thirty people. Most of them were Ran Zhongshi and the others, and the remaining half seemed familiar to Liang Qu, but he couldn't pronounce their names. The three people talking at the end of the crowd all knew each other. They were Xu Yuelong, Yang Dongxiong and Sui Hongyan, the deputy commander of the Anti-Monster Division.
At the previous auction, Liang Qu met the two commanders of the Demon Hunting Division from a distance. Afterwards, Sui Hongyan, the Fu Shui Competition on the pier, also came over to see the excitement, so he was deeply impressed. The remaining few familiar people should be the main senior executives of the Demon Hunting Department, and they had met at the auction. "Ah Shui, they are discussing a plan. It has nothing to do with us. Come over and play cards!" Ke Wenbin was sitting at the door and patted the seat next to him. There were several playing cards with famous symbols scattered on the long table in front of him. Ke Wenbin is a serious poker enthusiast. During two small meetings, Liang Qu could see him calling a group of people to play cards in the corner. The level is just average, there are losses and there are wins, maybe that's what makes him want to stop. Liang Qu sat next to Ke Wenbin, took a few sips of the juice drink from the dumb uncle, and asked Ke Wenbin and others what they were going to do today. Now that we have boarded the ship and left the shore, there is no need to hide a lot of information anymore. "Fight the Ghost Mother Cult, but what we found before was relatively fragmented, this time we are going to attack the stronghold. Didn't you and Uncle Yang capture an envoy named Huang Zejun before? The court got the news out of him. " Liang Qu frowned: "It's been so long, so the news isn't accurate, right?" Nearly half a year has passed since the incident involving the Ghost Mother Cult occurred. Let alone now, even if the Hebo Station immediately followed the news and arrested people, nearly two months would have been enough time for the Ghost Mother Cult to move its base camp. "Hey, Ah Shui's situation is small, and the news is lagging behind, but we can know the news in the future." "News about the future? Brother Ke is very talkative, and the younger brother is all ears." "Does the Qintian Supervisor know?" "Um." "There is a dome in the Qintian Prison, and there is something called the Four Fields Jingtian Yi inside. When I was a kid, the teacher from the religious school organized us to go inside and visit. Oh my god, the floor is made of pure copper. It’s huge. Oops, it’s troublesome to explain anyway. Just think of yourself as a very powerful fortune teller, even more powerful than the group of Taoist priests in Louguantai. As long as the conditions are sufficient, you can calculate anything.
So Huang Zejun is a direct bloodline of a certain lineage of the Ghost Mother Sect. Qin Tianjian used his entire life to calculate the hiding place and approximate strength of his lineage in Binghuo Rili. " Liang Qu asked in a low voice with awe as his understanding of the power of martial arts improved. "Is it definitely accurate?" Please visit the latest address "Not necessarily. When I was a child, I asked someone from Qintian Prison, and he himself said that the accuracy rate is less than 30%." "..." "What kind of expression do you have? It's 30% or more, and other inaccurate ones don't mean they're useless. To put it bluntly, this thing is a thing that points you in the direction. Just like a compass, it can definitely point you to the southeast, northwest, and northwest, but you can’t tell whether it’s a hundred miles east or three hundred miles east. We at the Hebo Station are not just for a living. It is not easy to have a direction. It has been such a long time, so we have to take action. He has already touched his underwear clearly. This time, go and pinch it with your hands. " Liang Qu felt a little relieved: "What is the strength of the opponent?" Ke Wenbin said casually: "Two grandmasters, two great martial arts masters, there are between twenty and thirty Langyan martial arts masters, and the number of galloping horse martial arts masters is more than two hundred." Liang Qu's mouth twitched: "This... can we fight? There are no grandmasters on the ship, right? And there are as many Zhenxiang grandmasters and hunting tiger martial arts masters?" "There is no grand master on the ship, but we have eight great martial arts masters!" Xiang Fangsu came over and interrupted. He moved a stool over to look at the cards secretly, but Ke Wenbin covered him up. "Gungun, don't think I don't know you are that guy Bai Yinbin's spy. Sit over there." "Okay." Xiang Fangsu was bored, sat down next to Liang Qu, and continued what he just said, "Why are there as many masters as Zhenxiang and great martial arts masters as hunting tigers? The reason is very simple, green and yellow are not accepted. Martial arts masters need people and resources to support them. Didn't Ah Shuiqian see that? Resources aside, just people. If you eat, drink, have sex and earn some money, you have to do it yourself. How can you have the time to practice? As long as you hire two servants, you can save more than half of your time in a day. In fact, whether a place is strong or not depends on the population of that place. Ordinary people raise warriors, warriors raise martial arts masters, and martial arts masters raise great martial arts masters, just like big fish eat small fish. You don’t have the numbers below, and there won’t be any masters above you. Occasionally there will be one or two geniuses, but never too many. Moreover, as long as the place is big enough, one or two geniuses will not affect the situation, let alone if there are many people, the probability of a genius is high. The reason why Beiting can compete with us is because in the past one or two hundred years, for some reason, wheat has been grown there, and the population has suddenly increased. So our guy has a very low tolerance for killing ordinary people. " "right!" Ke Wenbin took over. "The Ghost Mother Sect has the same number of grandmasters as the great martial arts masters. It's not that there are more grandmasters, but there are fewer great martial masters. Those two grandmasters are old guys left over from the past. The perfect elephant has a lifespan of three hundred, which means he has lived long enough. The great martial artist has lived a hundred and twenty-three years. He should have died early. There are not enough resources and people. It is surprising that there are two of them now. . " Liang Qu's biggest confusion still hasn't been answered. "Even so, when the time comes, two of the eight hunting tigers will have to deal with the other two hunting tigers. There are only six great martial arts masters left. Can they defeat the two grand masters?"
"Of course we can't beat this, but we have a killer move." Xiang Fangsu touched his head and smiled. "Killing move?" Ke Wenbin added: "The superiors gave us two Martial Saint Mysterious Weapons, one is the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Knife, and the other is Weining Hou's terrifying gun, which contains the Martial Saint's will to kill two old and immortal masters. , more than enough! Hey, I won! Pay for it!” Ke Wenbin asked everyone to collect the money. The other people looked unhappy and reluctantly took out the banknotes from their pockets. Liang Qu glanced at it. The banknotes were in units of one hundred taels. With a hand of cards, Ke Wenbin won three hundred taels. Xiang Fangsu squeezed Liang Qu's shoulder: "The place is quite far away, and it takes at least three days to go back and forth. So don’t be nervous, at least at this time tomorrow we have to stay on the boat and have a good rest. The real tough battle will not be until tomorrow. "