Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

"Can Jian, you stay here to protect me, I will come back as soon as I go." The fat guard smiled lightly and said to the thin guard.

Seeing Can Jian nod slightly, the fat guard looked at Wenren Zhengyang questioningly.

Wenren Zhengyang patted the other party's shoulder and said solemnly: "Brother Zuodao, pay attention to safety!"

Zuo Dao grinned, "Sir, please relax, there is no one in Qingtian County who can be my enemy with Zuo Dao!" Then he pointed at Fan Tong, "That stutterer, lead the way for Master Dao."

Fan Tong shrank his neck, "Afraid...afraid...afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Just show me the way!" Zuo Dao pinched Fan Tong's neck with his fat hand and lifted it up like a chicken. The body turned into an afterimage. Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing by, and then looked at the two The person had already rushed out of the county government office and appeared a hundred meters away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Dao was galloping with lightning, enjoying the super speed that only a sixth-grade warrior could possess. "Waist...waist...waist..." Fan Tong occasionally said a word, but was so spoiled that he kept rolling his eyes.

The hand that pinched the back of Fan Tong's neck was slightly hard, and Zuo Dao snorted, "Stop talking and focus on pointing the direction."

After walking through more than a dozen streets and leaving the city, they finally arrived near the slaughterhouse. Zuodao stopped and threw Fan Tong aside. Only then did he realize that there was a person hanging on Fan Tong...

To be precise, there was a young man in green who was grabbing Fan Tong's belt.

Zuo Dao stared at the man coldly, "Give Master Dao a reasonable explanation, or I will chop you with my knife!"

"What's the explanation? I was very successful at the county government office, and you rushed over like a gust of wind. Good guy, where did you get me from? This is..." The young man in Qingyi loosened the belt of Fan Tong's trousers, and his face was filled with laughter. of grievance.

Zuo Dao: "..."

"Don't you know how to shout?" Zuo Dao glared at Fan Tong.

"Shout...shout...shout waist...waist..." Fan Tong tried to explain, but found it a bit difficult. When he saw the appearance of the young master in green, his eyes widened immediately. Isn't this the fierce general brother?

I secretly thought about how courageous he was. Although the imperial envoy did not say that he wanted to thoroughly investigate the murderer of Qian Datong, it was too reckless to show up in public like this.

Seeing Brother Mengjiang wink at him, Fan Tong understood and simply pretended not to recognize him.

"Wait here, Mr. Dao, I will take care of the villains inside and then send you back." Zuo Dao glanced at the closed iron door in front of him contemptuously, and held the handle of the knife hanging around his waist with his backhand.

The location of the slaughterhouse is very remote. It is located outside the city and covers an area of ​​more than ten acres. The buildings on the ground are painted black, high in the middle and low on both sides. The shape is weird, like a black tiger crawling on the ground. The only red door is like a tiger. A gaping mouth.

"Qiang!" The long sword was unsheathed and returned to its sheath.

Li Wudao and Fan Tong stared at the left knife with their hands on their hips in confusion.

"Awesome!" Zuo Dao looked proud.

The two gave a thumbs up at the same time, although they didn't know where the strength was.

Until "Boom!" with a loud noise, the heavy iron door suddenly collapsed and shattered into countless tofu pieces of the same size.

Fan Tong was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Li Wudao was the one who killed the demon king, so Feng Qingyun's calm behavior was not just an act.

It is not unusual for a third-level warrior to be able to release his true energy.

"Whoosh whoosh!" When the dust cleared, ten men in black appeared neatly at the stone gate like ghosts.

Fan Tong instinctively took a few steps back, and Li Wudao also reached for the kitchen knife at his waist. He was still calm with the left knife. He raised his head, his eyes casually swept over the people in black, and curled his lips, "Master Dao will not kill Wuming." Ghosts, you who hide your head and show your tail, who are you?"

Those who answered Zuo Dao only had empty eyes.

Something's wrong! This was Li Wudao's first feeling. If they weren't right in front of him, he would even feel that these people were just a bunch of puppets with almost no life fluctuations.

Zuo Dao also noticed the abnormality, but he didn't care at all, "If you don't tell me, then you will die!"

Squatting down with both legs, holding the handle of the knife in the left hand and the right hand, almost at the same moment, the ten men in black finally reacted. Their positions changed instantly, and they stood in a triangle like a stack of Arhats.

The four people at the bottom, and so on, three, two, and one.

At the same time, he squatted down with both legs, making the same knife-holding action as the left knife.

The fat at the corner of Zuo Dao's mouth twitched, as if he had been provoked. He drew the sword and put it away in one go. This time, Li Wudao watched attentively and finally saw some clues. The moment Zuo Dao took out the sword, a slight tremor appeared in the air in front of him. fluctuation.

At the same time, "Clang, Clang, Clang!" the ten men in black also made the same action of drawing out their swords and putting them away.

"Boom!" An invisible force collided together, and then returned to calm.

"This is impossible!" Zuo Dao's expression was moved for the first time, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime. Drawing the sword to cut was his own unique skill. It is the only one in this family, and there is no other semicolon. It is impossible for these men in black to learn it.

Faintly, he had a guess in his mind.

In order to confirm the guess in his mind, Zuo Dao drew out his long sword. His figure was as fast as an afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a man in black. The long sword was unsheathed and he slashed horizontally.

At the same time, the formation of the men in black also changed. They quickly became a straight line, with their palms pressed against the back of the previous one, as if they were sending all their energy to the first person holding the knife.

"Whoa!" The first man drew his sword mechanically, exactly the same as the left sword, and it was also a horizontal slash.

The swords of both sides struck out almost at the same time. This was a desperate attack. If the left sword did not dodge, it would cut the first man in black into two pieces and he would also be cut in half by Lazy Yao.

At the critical moment, the left sword retracted its power and at the same time avoided the opponent's attack.

In the following time, Zuo Dao was agile and tried to attack from all angles. However, no matter how fierce his attack was, the man in black could always quickly adjust his formation and use the man in black at the front to fight for his life. The left knife forced him back.

After hundreds of rounds, Zuo Dao exited the battle circle, breathing heavily, with large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Warriors are just stronger people, and this kind of fighting consumes the body's true energy extremely. On the other hand, the ten men in black on the opposite side are still as before, not tired at all.

"Very good! The warm-up is over. Today I will let you see the true strength of a sixth-grade warrior!"

Zuo Dao's eyes were solemn, and he slowly sheathed the long sword. His fat figure turned into an afterimage and ran away...

When passing by Fan Tong, he grabbed the other person's neck and disappeared in an instant.

Only brother Li Daxian was left, messy in the wind. He wanted to say one of Uncle Da's famous sayings, "I haven't even gotten in the car yet!"

Facing the ten sinister men in black, Li Wudao showed a friendly smile, "Don't panic, I will help you to recover him."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away!