Why did you join the Huashan Sect? The Huashan Sect has nothing, and the Huashan Sword Technique is mediocre. Although the Zixia magic skill is quite good, its power is extremely limited.

Then why are so many players running towards the Huashan Sect?

All players who join the Huashan Sect are probably the same, with only one goal, that is... Dugu Nine Swords. This is the reason why countless players join the Huashan Sect. The power of the Dugu Nine Swords is really too strong. Its reputation is similar to the Six-Meridian Divine Sword. They are the most powerful sword technique in the world. I am afraid that the power will be even more awesome than the Death Thirteen Swords.

However, it is definitely not easy to get the Dugu Nine Swords. Killing Feng Qingyang and snatching Dugu Nine Swords is basically a delusion. Feng Qingyang is definitely considered to be the entire Huashan Mountain. No, one of the most awesome NPCs in the entire soul world can definitely not be killed casually. I guess all the players of the entire Huashan School can't even kill Feng Qingyang.

If you cannot kill Feng Qingyang and snatch Dugu Nine Swords, there seems to be only one way left, that is, kill Linghu Chong. Compared to this, it seems that Linghu Chong is easier to kill.

Being able to survive until now by so many Huashan Sect players, you can see that Linghu Chong's strength is definitely not as useless as it appears. In that almost completely destroyed body, there must be a powerful force.

If you are not sure about such a master, you will definitely not be able to take action. What's more, there is an elusive person next to you. Although he looks like a ghost on the outside, he actually has a very terrifying strength and a saint girl who has taken action here, and he is basically not sure at all.

Since you are not sure, don’t take action and change other strategies instead.

No matter how smart an NPC is, it is probably quite difficult to escape from the player's fooling around in front of players.

He nodded in vain to the evil god of Fire Cloud. Then Zhou Bo took Mu Wanqing and the evil god of Fire Cloud, followed behind Lu Zhuweng and walked forward.

When you walk into a simple bamboo house, the bamboo house is purely made of green bamboo poles, which is quite simple, but in this environment, it is also a good enjoyment to appear in this kind of bamboo house.

In the middle of the bamboo house, a young man was lying casually on the ground, his hair was scattered behind him, his clothes were torn, and a sword was hanging around his waist. He held a round wine gourd tightly in his hand, and there seemed to be a trace of water stains on his mouth.

This is what the famous Linghu Chong looks like in the game...

He looked quite handsome, but his sloppy look completely covered up this handsomeness. You can smell the amazing smell of wine from this guy at a distance.

He is worthy of being the top alcoholic in the martial arts world. He is addicted to alcohol and even if his life is about to end at any time, he will still not give up the fine wine in his hand.

Seeing Zhou Bo and the Evil God of Fire Cloud come in, Linghu Chong barely smiled out of his face. This simple action seemed to have affected the injuries in Linghu Chong's body, and a slight pain appeared on his face.

A top master in the game actually has such a miserable experience. If you want to take great responsibility for this person, you must first make your mind and mind hard and your muscles... This is indeed true. If you don’t have this miserable experience, you are afraid that Linghu Chong will not be able to grow into that kind of master.

"Brother Linghu, don't move, wait until I check my injuries before talking about it..." Zhou Bo said with a smile and came to Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong was slightly stunned when he heard this: "Do you know me?"

"Who doesn't know the first disciple of Huashan Sect... Hehe, and it seems that I have some holidays with your Huashan Sect..." Zhou Bo sneered.

This sentence came out. The atmosphere around seemed to become a little strange. The evil god Huoyun kept cursing Zhou Bo's idiot. Even if he had a bad relationship with the Huashan Sect, he didn't have to say it so directly, right?

Sure enough, after this sentence, the atmosphere around him suddenly became strange. The green bamboo man's originally old eyes instantly widened, and a ray of light directly enveloped Zhou Bo. The terrifying eyes were filled with a powerful force, which even made Zhou Bo feel a little depressed.

However, Zhou Bo didn't care about this situation and came to Linghu Chong on his own.

Linghu Chong was also quite casual. Although he knew that the person in front of him had a bad relationship with the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong was not worried at all and still stretched out his arm openly: "Oh? I wonder how this brother Tai made a festival with Huashan?"

"Hehe, this is the Feng Xiaoxiao..." Zhou Bo snorted coldly and stopped talking.

A wind Xiaoxiao calmed down the strange atmosphere around him again. Zhou Bo’s guess was really good. There seemed to be some bad match between Linghu Chong and Feng Xiaoxiao. It is very likely that Linghu Chong fell into this situation today, and Feng Xiaoxiao’s contribution was all in it.

Grabbing Linghu Chong's arm and making a pulse look like he was taking it. Who knew whether Zhou Bo would take the pulse? This guy couldn't even find the specific location of his pulse.

But I couldn't tell if I had a hat, and the appearance of the makeup was actually quite decent.

"All internal strength is lost..." Zhou Bo shook his head slightly: "Poor, a group of waste, can't heal, and healed randomly. Your internal strength was not very good, but later the six internal strengths were quite domineering, and they forced the injuries in your body to be suppressed. However... the injuries were suppressed, but the internal strength was violent. Later, another fool appeared, and finally the internal strength was the strongest, but the damage was the most serious. Now, seven internal strengths in your body were rampant. The original internal strength had been completely dispersed, and there was no one left. Even if the original internal strength in your body was still there, it could not suppress these violent internal strength..."

Zhou Bo said simply that Zhou Bo certainly couldn't see it, but he had never eaten pork, and had always seen Pig Run, Swordsman novels and TV series. Zhou Bo didn't know how many times he had read these things, so it was still beneficial to read more books and newspapers.

Perhaps there was some deviation, but Zhou Bo's words were almost in line with each other, which made the saint who was almost desperate again have a trace of hope.

"My friend, I wonder if you can heal this injury?" The Holy Aunt's voice even became a little trembling.
Chapter completed!