Bug Master In Doomsday

There is a saying in the art of war: encircle Wei and save Zhao.

Wang Mang was very relieved of the defense of Gushan City. All his direct descendants were in the city. The extended time and space channels ensured the speed of the reinforcements. Even if Penglai went to attack the city, Wang Mang believed that the fighters he had worked so hard to cultivate were at least It can take more than ten minutes.

Now he has a killing intent but his head is extremely clear and rational. Gushan City will not help for the time being. Since you dare to beat my lair, then I will beat your lair too!

By the side of a misty lake, an outer disciple wearing a cyan coat opened the camp with joy, "Old ancestor! Old ancestor! Gushan City has been attacked by our dead men, now There is a mess in the city, it is a good time to attack!"

The outer disciple hurriedly handed the bamboo slips to Cangfu's hands next to Penglai, and then knelt down on one knee and looked at Penglai, who was sitting on the head, with a sallow complexion.

"Ahem, ahem, there are still some capable people in our sect forces, I thought all of us sect cultivators were really stupid pigs who practiced their brains into pedantic stones... ahem!"! "Cough, cough, there are still some capable people in our sect forces. I thought all of us sect cultivators were really stupid pigs who practiced their brains into pedantic stones... heh heh!"! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Penglai's withered right hand was holding a white handkerchief. His face was sallow and he coughed vigorously, covering his mouth with the handkerchief. When the cough eased a little, he quickly put the handkerchief away, as if he was afraid that others would see it. White as a hint of red on the snow.

The sect masters sitting at the lower end may not have seen it, but Cangfu standing beside Penglai can see clearly, his fat face is slightly frowned, but he said nothing, he still respectfully took the bamboo slips. Handed it to Penglai.

Penglai opened the fire seal on the bamboo slips, opened the bamboo slips and read the words on the bamboo strips one by one. The more he reads back, his sallow face becomes more sallow.

"Bastard!" Penglai slammed the bamboo slip in his hand at the Tsing Yi disciple who was kneeling on one knee. He panted angrily, holding a cane, and stood up all at once.

"Did your brain be eaten by the dog, or the brain of the person who passed the bamboo slips was eaten by the dog? Is this a good news?! This is an urgent order for help!!"

"Ah?!" The Tsing Yi disciple who was hit by the bamboo slips stared in disbelief. How could this be? That's not what the brother who got the good news said.

He said that Gushan City had been attacked by the brothers, and the city was only regained. As long as tens of thousands of horses were sent to contain the city defense army, everything would be fine.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He slammed on the floor with a crutches in his hand, and looked around coldly and said: "What are you doing here? Pick up the bamboo slips for information, and then you decide whether to send troops to support! Do you still want me to teach this thing?"

Sect masters of three or five sects lowered their heads and curled their lips, his face was full of resentment, an old thing, holding his stomach in flames, and using us as a punching bag...

At this moment, the door of the camp was opened again by a hurried disciple.

"That's not good--! That's not good! There was a scream in our camp! Many sect forces have changed!" The disciple, who looked terrified and frightened, rushed into the camp, his legs were soft and he knelt on the ground. , There is still a faint smell of fishy smell.