The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 8: Guo Jing
"Haha, these lowly southern barbarians are really delicate and tender. It's a pity that they are too delicate. Last night, the two juicy little girls died before the general had enough fun." A pair of eyes like goshawks The middle-aged man glanced at the beautiful woman's crystal clear jade body, and let out a triumphant laugh.

"Who made you like those little bean sprouts who don't grow up, each of them is less than ten years old, and their bodies are like bean sprouts. What kind of tricks can they have?" The beard curled his lips and snorted disdainfully.

If you want to play, of course you also want to play with this beautiful milf.A big fart Douding can have a fart toy.

While the two were talking, a Mongolian soldier in leather armor ran in from outside the hall with a hurried expression on his face.

"Why are you so flustered!" The Mongolian general sitting in the main seat looked at the hurriedly approaching guards, with obvious displeasure on his face, and shouted in a cold voice.

A dignified Mongolian warrior, even in the face of life and death, must maintain the calmness he deserves.This guard is so flustered, it really insults the demeanor of a Mongolian warrior.

Hearing the general's cold scolding, the guard knelt down on the ground with cold sweat on his face, and said loudly: "My lord, something happened to my lord!"

The guard's voice was hurried, with obvious tremors, obviously very restless in his heart.

As soon as his words fell, the Mongolian general sitting in the main seat stood up suddenly, his eyes turned into copper bells, glared at the guard, and said furiously: "Didn't he go to the Quanzhen sect? What happened!"

The guard knelt down on the ground, thinking of the miserable appearance of Prince Huo Dou's death, he trembled all over and dared not speak.

A quarter of an hour later, when Huo Dou's body was placed in the center of the hall.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, completely falling into dead silence.

The Mongolian general looked at Huo Dou who had died tragically, his eyes were filled with terrible anger, as if he wanted to burn this Tongguan to ashes.

He clenched his hands into fists, making a crisp creaking sound, and the veins on his fists throbbed violently, as ferocious and terrifying as a coiled horned dragon.The bronze-colored skin, under the light of the lamp, seemed to be cast in bronze, shining with a metallic luster.

"Okay, okay, okay!" General Mongolia gritted his teeth tightly, stared at the corpse with a cold face, glanced coldly at Darba and others kneeling outside the hall, and let out a cold neigh .

Huo Dou is the only grandson of Jamuka!
Although Zamuhe was executed because of his confrontation with Temujin, he had great prestige in Mongolia and was regarded as a Mongolian hero.Even Temujin lamented the execution of Jamuka.

Therefore, after Zamuhe's death, the life of his descendants in the Mongolian Empire was not greatly affected.Even because of Temujin's guilt, he received certain preferential treatment.

Now that Zamuhe's only blood died in the Southern Song Dynasty, even if he captured Tongguan, he might be punished after returning to the royal court.

Thinking of this, General Mongolia's eyes flickered with a terrifying coldness.

How could he be calmed down by such an indiscriminate disaster.

Outside the main hall, Daerba and others knelt on the ground with their heads bowed.Under the swaying lights, their hunched figures looked like strange and hideous sculptures.

At this moment, they were no longer as fierce as they were in Quanzhen Sect. They knelt on the ground with pale and bloodless faces, not daring to take a breath.

Around the crowd, there are hundreds of Mongolian soldiers standing with weapons in their hands,

They were all tall, wearing special sturdy leather armor, and there was a terrible chill between the opening and closing of their eyes, as if they were the gods of death from hell.Although there are many martial arts masters in the crowd, they dare not even look at each other under the watchful eyes of the Mongolian warriors.

General Mongolia's face was cold, he squinted at them, waved his hand, and said in a cold voice: "All of them will be dragged down and beheaded, even the master can't be protected well, so what's the use of slaves like them."

As soon as he gave an order, the Mongolian warriors surrounding the main hall walked out to the crowd with spears in their hands.

Everyone was panic-stricken, and hurriedly bowed their heads and said, "General, please forgive me. It's really not that we don't do our best, but that the Quanzhen Sect is too strong."

"That's right, that person is not human at all, but an immortal!"

"That's right, that one is a land god at all!"

Seeing the Mongolian soldiers surrounding them, everyone kowtowed in fear and explained.

"Immortal, even if it is an immortal, this general will chop him up and feed him to the dogs." The Mongolian general raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the frightened and pleading crowd, and sneered disdainfully on his face.

Xian, is simply ridiculous.

If there were immortals in the Southern Song Dynasty, they would have been ashamed of Jingkang in the face of the Jin Kingdom's invasion.Soon the front end will enter Luo's war, how can he be beaten like a dead dog.

It's not that he has never seen martial arts masters before, even if they have abilities far superior to ordinary people, they can still make waves in front of their [-] troops.

These desperadoes who run across the world are showing off their power in front of others, but in front of them, they are not a group of lowly wolf dogs.

The Mongolian general waved his hand disdainfully, disdainful of everyone's words.

He looked around coldly, his eagle-like eyes shone with a frightening coldness, and he shouted coldly: "Assemble an army of [-], and head to Quanzhen tomorrow morning!"

Huo Dou is dead, so he must use the heads of the Quanzhen Sect to warn those so-called people in the martial arts world!

It was night, Quanzhen taught Chongyang Palace.

Although there was chaos during the day, under Mo Chen's intervention, the Quanzhen Sect suffered little loss.So in just over half a day, Quanzhen Sect has regained its calm, at least on the surface.

In Chongyang Palace, a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer knelt in front of Ma Yu and the others, kowtowed excitedly and said, "Disciple Guo Jing, I have met all real people."

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Jing'er's cultivation is really getting more and more exquisite." Ma Yu stepped forward to help Guo Jing up, sized him up, and said with a smile.

With a simple and honest smile on Guo Jing's face, he took advantage of the situation and stood up from the ground.

He stretched out his hand to pull the young man behind him, bowed his head and said in a soft voice, "Guoer, quickly pay respects to all the priests. Speaking of which, Master Qiu is still your ancestor."

The Quanzhen Seven Sons all looked at the young man behind Guo Jing in surprise when they heard the words.

I saw that he was a little thin, but his face was quite handsome, especially those black and white eyes, which were full of wit.

Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Guo's face with a look of surprise.

This face, isn't it!
Guo Jing glanced at the faces of the crowd, seeing Qiu Chuji's suspicious expression, sighed and introduced Yang Guo's background.After he finished speaking, he bowed down to the Quanzhen Seventh Son, and said in a deep voice, "Guo Jing came this time because he hoped that this child would be able to worship Quanzhen."

The Quanzhen Seven Sons looked at each other with a look of embarrassment on their faces.

Ma Yu shook his head and sighed, "If Jing'er had come one day sooner, we wouldn't have refused this matter. It's just now, hey."

As Ma Yu said, thinking of Mo Chen's disobedience, he was both relieved and angry.

When Guo Jing heard this, his heavy brows were frowned, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

At this moment, a panicked voice came from outside the hall: "Master, it's not good. The disciples found traces of Mongolian cavalry outside Zhongnan Mountain."

(End of this chapter)