After dealing with the affairs of these soldiers, Liu Yuan stretched his waist, beckoned Wu Ming on the side to him, and said in a low voice:
"Trouble brother do me a favor." Give them a place to live and eat. I'll leave with them tomorrow.
After speaking, Liu Yuan was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the protective cover in the sky: "I should be able to take them away..."
Wu Ming nodded, and asked the Yellow Turban Army on the side to take these people down, so that they could be arranged.
After these people left, Liu Yuan pulled Wu Ming to him and said in a low voice: "One of these people is called Luofu, do you remember?"
Wu Ming nodded.
"Find a chance and help me kill him!"
"After all, now that I'm their boss, I can't kill people for no reason. Liu Yuan said in a low voice, and then silently added in his heart: "It will lose the hearts of the people." "
Murder?
It's easy.
But how do I feel that this adult is dumping the pot?
It's just a death row prisoner, and it's not a big deal to die.
Wu Ming thought silently in his heart, then nodded and agreed to Liu Yuan's request.
Then he turned and left, and told his men to do this, and he went straight to the stove camp.
Wu Ming knelt down on one knee and bowed to Zhang Yingjun: "My subordinates meet the master."
Zhang Yingjun nodded, his gaze swept over Wu Ming, and asked, "How are things going?"
"He has already subdued the captives. Wu Ming said.
Hearing this, Zhang Yingjun raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.
"So fast, it looks like this kid still has some means!"
"Send them out of town tomorrow." Follow and see if you can get out of the city. If not, swear allegiance to him and follow him to Fengyue Town.
Zhang Yingjun looked at Wu Ming and said.
Wu Ming shook his head violently, knelt on the ground with a puff, and begged Zhang Yingjun to keep him.
"Master, is there something wrong with the subordinates? The subordinates must change it! Please don't abandon the villain.
Zhang Yingjun smiled and shook his head, and then looked at Wu Ming with a little more love in his eyes.
"Silly boy, you grew up with old age, how can you not do well?"
"It's just that this kid of yours is not born with martial arts materials, and he can't know how to use magic, so he can only learn some skills in managing chores in this city."
"Still, that's just right. The causal entanglement between you and the Yellow Turban forces is shallow.
"Today's Yellow Turban Army is a big quagmire, you haven't stepped in yet, you can still take yourself out.
Zhang Yingjun turned around and looked into the distance.
Wu Ming didn't speak, just stood quietly behind his master.
He knew that the Lord had always liked to look in that direction.
Because, that's the direction of Heiseong! The
Lord often said that looking at it is like being able to see his own children...
The big man who sat in Pingcheng - the great sage and good teacher, Zhang Jiao! Zhang
Yingjun looked at it for a long time, and the entire stove camp was silent for a long time.
After a long time, a sigh broke the silence, Zhang Yingjun looked back, looked at Wu Ming, and said softly,
"Go ahead." Follow that kid. Following him and guarding him can be regarded as guarding the last hope of the Yellow Turban Army and the last inheritance of the Taiping Dao!"
"This may be what Jiao'er has always wanted to do.
"Yes, Lord.
Wu Ming bowed his hand, knelt on his knees, and bowed to Zhang Yingjun three times.
"Rest assured, the lord, his subordinates will definitely guard him well, guard the Yellow Turban Army, and guard the last inheritance of the Taiping Dao lineage!"
After speaking, Wu Ming got up, endured the sadness in his heart, and left silently.
On the other side, Liu Yuan was still standing on the execution table with a satisfied smile on his face.
I don't know if it's because the old man Zhang Yingjun has already calculated it early in the morning.
When Liu Yuan slaughtered those thorns and high-ranking generals, he found that his level had been directly raised to level 20.
Sure enough, the experience points provided by the boss are not comparable to ordinary minions.
The increase in experience level is exchanged for the strength of the strength and the increase of all-round attributes.
In addition to this, there is also the learning of new combat skills.
The Three Styles of Haw Par, the Second and Third Styles and the Third Style, are all studied.
Liu Yuan's mind fell into calm, and he silently transferred out the sub-profession - tiger and leopard riding.
Ding! It was detected that the player Liu Potian's level had reached the standard and he could comprehend the new combat skills, did he comprehend
it?
Liu Yuan chose without hesitation.
The next moment, Liu Yuan felt a tiger roaring in his ears.
A flower appeared in front of me on a vast land.
The land is vast, and some are just weeds that can not be seen as far as the eye can see.
On this vast grassland, there stood a black-clad warrior, followed by a fierce tiger.
The forehead is white and the hair is snow-white, just like the holy beast white tiger in the world.
A man and a tiger stand between this heaven and earth, and they become the focus of sight in heaven and earth.
The looming feeling of oppression came, and Liu Yuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Strong
! So strong
! Stronger than Zhang Baiqi and Zhou Cang!
Liu Yuan stared at that person, secretly comparing in his heart.
"Tiger and Leopard Three Styles, Second Style: Leopard Shadow!"
the man spoke, and his deep voice poured into his ears, suppressing all the distracting thoughts in Liu Yuan's heart.
The next moment, the man pulled out a long knife from his waist and stepped out, landing on his toes.
The earth cracked open, and tiny cracks spread out like cobwebs.
The man's figure suddenly disappeared...
Yes, it's gone!
As the man disappeared, there was a faint sound of a leopard's roar between heaven and earth.
The sound was buzzing, like muffled thunder, coming from behind and pouring into the ears, making people's hearts tremble.
Liu Yuan's heart trembled, and he looked back suddenly, only to see that the black-clothed armor soldier who disappeared at some point actually appeared behind him.
By the way, it's
a shadow! A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Liu Yuan saw that the other party's toes happened to jump out of his shadow, and the long knife was in the air, and the sky and the earth were snow-white, and he slashed down at himself.
At that moment, a violent sense of crisis swept through his body, Liu Yuan's breathing suddenly stopped, his eyes were closed, and cold sweat flowed.
The sword light slashed down, passed through the body, and fell to the ground, leaving a deep ditch about five meters long.
The breath that contracted because of fear opened, Liu Yuan gasped for breath, and scolded and shouted: "Made, it turned out to be a phantom, scared the master to death."
"Still, the leopard shadow is really elusive. I like it
!" "Tiger and Leopard Three Styles, Third Style, Tiger and Leopard Change!" Before
Liu Yuan could finish muttering, not far away, the black-clothed armor man continued to speak.
Liu Yuan raised his head suddenly, his eyes staring at the black-clothed armor warrior, waiting for the last trick to be taught.
The black-clothed armor man looked at the white tiger on the side, his gaze became gentle in an instant, and he jumped and landed on the white tiger.
Riding a white tiger, in an instant, the breath of man and tiger is in harmony today.
The tiger rushed forward, and when he opened his mouth, the sound of the tiger's groan resounded endlessly.
The black-clothed warrior leaned over the tiger's back, holding a long knife in his hand, and the sword aura was surging, as if he had turned into a bloodthirsty black panther.
The tigers and leopards rushed out together, rushed forward, and rushed to a boulder more than ten meters high.
The next moment, the phantom of the tiger and leopard slammed into the boulder.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the boulder shattered and scattered all over the ground.
"it..."