Chapter 853: This can have

This kid is thinking of spring again, he doesn't care about lewdness. Think about it carefully, if you become Xiao Wanqing or Mo Yu, you can also hit that Hu Qiao'er well.
Why did you put yourself in? No way, no way, if that's the case, wouldn't the people who are being sexually obsessed now become them? Forget it, come at me if you have anything.
"Ahem..."
Gu Zhong coughed slightly, interrupting Ling Changan's thoughts.
The two of them have already left the city of flames, because Ling Changan has not signed a disciple agreement and cannot use the Thousand Miles Teleportation Array, and because of the shadow of the heart that fell from the blasting eagle before, Gu Zhong never thought about bringing a talent. In the sea, he needs to keep an eye on him at all times to prevent him from falling from a distance of more than two hundred meters into the little rookie Yukong or using flying spirit beasts.
So the two walked back to Black Mountain City. Of course, with the current popularity of the ancient leader, he had to give himself a whole mask. Changan expressed his understanding of this. After all, if the ancient leader did not do this, he would always Can't help but want to see the ancient master.
Walking in the small woods leading to Heishan City, Gu Zhong chatted with Ling Changan without a word, "Are you a sword repairer?"
Ling Changan replied: "Yes, since I started practicing, I have been very interested in sword techniques, but unfortunately I have inquired about it before."
"In Da Chu's school, there are few masters who practice swordsmanship, and it is difficult to find a few high-grade swordsman books on the market."
"Oh? There is such a thing."
Thinking about it carefully, sword repairs are indeed rare, and Gu Zhong suddenly found that Ling Changan looked at himself with some expectation between his eyebrows.
Hurriedly said: "What do you see, there is no Cangshan faction."
"But..."
"This is okay..." Gu Zhonggang wanted to say, this is okay. In the forest a dozen miles away from them, a group of people were sneaking in their direction.
Since his cultivation level was improved, Gu Zhong's spiritual thoughts have also doubled, and these people didn't hide their figures much, so they rushed over at the fastest speed.
When the ancient master's mind is fully open, it is naturally easy to catch them.
"and many more."
Gu Zhong held Ling Chang'an, listened carefully for a while with his ears pricked up, and hooked the corner of his mouth and said: "Boy, you have committed peach blossom."
Ling Changan didn't know why, but then, Gu Zhong's words instantly made him vigilant.
"Someone wants to kill you."
"Huh?" Ling Chang'an offered a pair of swords almost instantly, slid the blade in front of him, and looked around with sharp eyes.
"Let's go, the man is ahead."
Ling Changan said hello in his head, but he had to follow Gu Zhong’s buttocks and walk forward. The head said that someone was going to kill him. He felt very puzzled. He never made enemies with others on weekdays, except for the students of the university. No one else knew.
Even if there is a grudge, it won't be enough to kill him.
But he didn't dare to question what the head said, he could only keep a vigilant look and follow Gu Zhong forward.
About ten minutes later, they met a group of assassins dressed in black and masked.
"It's him! Brothers! Come on!"
When the group of people in black saw Ling Chang'an and Gu Zhong, they rushed up without saying anything.
Ling Chang'an was shocked. There were at least 20 people in this group, each holding a machete. Although their cultivation base was not as good as their own, there were also a few who had broken through the spirit sea realm.
If it's just martial arts, Ling Chang'an will definitely not be afraid, but they are going to kill me!
Who on earth could command more than 20 killers to kill him?
"Go, kill them all."
Gu Zhong put one hand on Ling Chang'an's shoulder, and with just one light push, he sent him out.
Ling Changan wailed inwardly, "Don't, head, they want to kill me."
No, what did the master just say? Want me to kill them all? ?
Isn't it...
I don't know them at all. At this time, a blade with a cold light was already screaming at all parts of his body. The chills made him feel like a naked body.
He hurriedly stepped on his steps to avoid a wave of attacks, only to find a little warm feeling.
"who are you?"
"Why kill me?"
Ling Chang'an dodges those swordsmen who don't have eyes while talking to the killers.
It's a pity that he can only see the killing intent in the eyes of the killers, and the resentment to tear him apart, but he didn't realize that they wanted to answer him.
Ling Changan's mentality collapsed, a dozen blades greeted him on his face, and seven or eight people behind him blocked his escape route.
And knowing that someone is going to kill him, what about the ancient master who brought him here? At this time, he was sitting on a tree beam and eating melon seeds.
Ling Chang'an turned around, and the two swords faced the attacks from the left and right.
The weapons of both sides collided together, and the force from the blade made the scene on Ling Chang'an's arm violent, as if it could explode at any time.
He knew that only by defeating them could he know who wanted to kill him.
The headmaster may know, but the headmaster brought him here, the purpose is to kill all these killers himself?
Only when he finishes killing people is he qualified to ask the head why.
So no matter what, he couldn't let it go.
If someone wants to kill you, you still let it go, aren't you tired of living?
Gu Zhong vowed that if this idiot was killed by a group of fighting scum because of his weakness, Gu Zhong would never help him collect his body.
Mausoleum Chang'an had not reached this point before the Virgin, and with a loud shout, the spiritual power of the whole body poured onto the blade.
The handle of the knife hummed.
Those killers who pushed forward desperately, wanted to defeat Ling Chang'an by strength.
They only felt that they had been hit by a heavy hammer in their arm, their wrists were sore, and the bones made the sound of breaking, and they quickly stopped.
Ling Changan held two identical knives in both hands, and shuttled between dozens of killers. The crowd flashed with shadows, and the sharp and precise knife force forced them to open their eyes.
They couldn’t even find a figure in Ling Chang’an, and a wave came from the weapon.