While speaking, Yun Lai's eyes stared at Ling Luoyu fiercely, and the warning was quite obvious.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to see anything, his eyes swept around without a trace, and the corners of his lips smiled deeper.

"This is what Girl Lee prepared to welcome us...welcome the honor guard?!"

Li Zhuer flew off and walked to the top of the mountain with a sneer.

"Sect Master Ling, didn't you say that you want to know who attacked you Qiyun Sect?!"

She stretched her arms and pointed around.

"It's them!"

These people have different clothes, most of them are disciples of Yuanmu School, but there are also many other sect's clothing mixed with them.

Feng Chenglin retreated to Ling Luoyu, and when he passed Li Zhuer, he gave her a meaningful look.

"Although I do not approve of beating women, there are some women who owe a beating!"

Li Zhuer replied like an idiot, and walked to the top of the mountain leisurely: "When you can stand and talk at last, let's say this!"

"Fuck!! Do you think that with more than one hundred people, you can beat Fatty me down?!"

"More than a hundred people!?"

Li Zhuer suddenly stopped her footsteps, turned around abruptly, and looked around amusedly.

"Which eye do you see there are only a hundred people here?!"

Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "Fatty's eyes both saw..."

Before the words were over, I saw countless heads popping up around them.

Looking at it densely, there were thousands of people.

They were next to each other, and most of them spit, meaning to drown them.

"Fuck!!" Feng Chenglin looked around with a beeping dog: "Where did these people come from? How do you say it, they all came out?!"

A wicked smile appeared on the corners of Ling Luoyu's lips: "How many are these people?!"

"Not so much?!" Feng Chenglin had a black line on his forehead.

The people around were sent down densely. There were no five thousand, and there were three thousand in particular.

This number is not too much? !

"These people, I am afraid that there are not even one third! How do you think?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes finally fell on Feng Chenglin's body.

"Fat man, it seems that we two have a real **** battle today!!"

With Lizhu'er by his side, Yun Lai regained his confidence and scolded.

"Hey, fat man! It seems that you were either killed or exhausted today! I will see how you are going to die!!"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes and said, "Is it okay for Fat Master to choose you to die?!"

"you"

In the voice of "walala", Ling Luoyu threw three long swords to Feng Chenglin.

"If you kill the scroll blade, throw it away!"

"Zheng!"

A long sword came out of its sheath.

Feng Chenglin waved his energetic letter hand, and the sharp edge of the sword folded a cold light across Li Zhuer's eyes.

Grim lips curled, she stepped back slowly.

"Sect Master Ling, I originally had more than 8,000 people on Muyun Mountain. Later, more than 3,000 people from major new alliances settled in. Now there are more than 10,000 people here! If I were you, I would disarm Surrender! I won't do indifferent struggles!"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other, and both saw the mockery in each other's eyes.

The result of 10,000 ants facing a divine beast is also destined!

Killing lies in the essence, not in the number of people! !

Li Zhuer was completely hidden in the crowd at this time.

"Do it!"

After yelling, Yun Lai jumped up instantly as if he had obtained the imperial decree.

"Kill them..."