Ji Changyun's laughter resounded throughout the audience: "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will always flow. Let's... wait and see."

"cracking……"

The clear sound of the phoenix's cry suddenly arose, and the fire phoenix rushed out of the dense dust and smoke, flapped its wings lightly and swept hundreds of feet, disappearing into the sky as quickly as a meteor.

"Master Hou, Hou..."

"Are you okay?"

"Quick, go over there..."

The people of the Zhenfu Division arrived late and rushed towards the field eagerly.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, everyone suddenly saw that a terrifying large pit appeared in the field, emitting terrifying high temperatures like an oven.

Zuo Chongming stood there with his sword in hand. There was a fist-sized hole in his chest. As soon as blood seeped out, it was evaporated into blood mist by the high temperature.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Master Zuo..."

Chen Tianlong felt the intense heat, his face twitched fiercely, he gritted his teeth and jumped into the pit: "Hold on, I'll take you out."

After just a few steps, his shoes began to melt and his clothes were even burned.

But Chen Tianlong had already suppressed the pain in advance, with a desperate expression on his face as he walked persistently towards Zuo Chongming.

"What the hell?"

When the other players saw his actions, they couldn't help but take a breath and stood in awe of Chen Tianlong.

Good guy, no wonder he can hug Zuo Chongming's thigh and lick Zuo Chongming. He is licking him with his life.

Isn't it just better than licking?

Isn't it just jumping into a fire pit?

Who is afraid of whom?

With Chen Tianlong setting an example, other players could not hesitate anymore.

They gritted their back teeth hard, jumped into the pit, and ran towards Zuo Chongming howling: "Master Hou, I'm here to save you."

"Master Hou, step on me and get out."

"Master Zuo, I will carry you..."

The dignified and solemn atmosphere was immediately destroyed by this group of players.

This place doesn't seem to be a fire pit, but more like a legendary hot spring, which attracts countless players.

"Forehead?"

Zuo Chongming looked at these funny guys in astonishment, his lips twitching, and he waved his hand to burst out a burst of true energy, pushing all the players out.

"I'm fine."

He lowered his head and looked at the wound, then looked at Chen Tianlong: "How is the prison? Is it as Ji Changyun said?"

"Yes, yes, Lord Marquis."

Chen Tianlong said guiltily: "That guy took the opportunity to raid the Zhenfu Division, killed the imprisoned Qiu Hui, and released the other prisoners."

Zuo Chongming glanced at the soles of his feet and threw out a bottle of medicine: "The opponent is not weak. It's not your fault. There is no need to blame yourself."

Qi Wanlin hurried over: "Master Hou, there is something else."

"What?" Zuo Chongming raised his eyebrows.

Qi Wanlin reported in a deep voice: "Just now, an inn was attacked. It seemed that many people died, but the murderer seemed to have taken away the bodies."

"Took the body away?"

Zuo Chongming's face turned ugly, and he slowly opened his left hand, revealing a spiritual ring: "This was left by Ji Changyun, could it be..."

Li Gang translated: "Master Hou, they want to take the first step."

"What's wrong?"

"They said they noticed something happened to the disciples at the inn, so they wanted to go back and take a look."

"etc."

Zuo Chongming's pupils shrank, he came to Chen and others in a few steps, and handed him the spiritual ring: "You guys take a look at this first..."

Liao Chen and the other three looked at each other in disbelief, suddenly having a bad premonition in their hearts, and quickly took the spiritual ring...

Snap, snap, snap~!

A total of six corpses were taken out from the spiritual ring.

These corpses are all monks, and their attire is very similar to that of Liao Chen and others.

"how so?"

"Why?"

The expressions of the two middle-aged monks changed drastically, and they shouted emotionally: "Yuan Hai, Jie Ai... who is it, who killed you..."

"this……"

Liao Chen looked at the corpse on the ground, his slender white eyebrows trembling with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Master Marquis, this old monk... needs an explanation."

He didn't know how to speak Mandarin, but he was forced to speak Mandarin...

It can be seen that human potential is infinite.

"This matter is a long story."
Chapter completed!