Cannon Fodder Disciple Dressed as a Master[Transmigration Book]

The red-haired man narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved him down.

"Crackling, crackling."

Under the empty ice wall, the old Moxiu curled up into a ball, the girl beside him was shivering, and in front of him was the predator who was brandishing a whip and full of flesh.

The other people hiding behind the tents were all trembling. Since the domain lord of the Ice Land disappeared, the order in the entire land has changed. The logging team is superior to others and often loots and loots the Ghost Blood Market.

They have been robbed countless times, and they resisted at first, but they died tragically, and those who were killed were killed, and no one would come to make decisions for them.

They have become fearful, afraid, and dare not go forward again.

"This old man is really rough and thick! I want to see how long you can carry it."

Blood, scars, and those weak onlookers around watched eagerly as the old Moxiu was beaten and taught a lesson, as if his future had already become their future.They are the abandoned people, starting from entering the ice world...

Being spurned and despised, even being beaten, looked down upon, or killed, seems to be taken for granted in the eyes of the world.

Because the Ice Realm is the execution ground, it is the place where all the cultivators who have committed crimes are beaten into. Each of them has been branded with sins, ten years, one hundred years...even ten thousand years...

They have long since been abandoned...

Qian Wei couldn't bear to step forward, but was stopped by Yan Chen.

"Master!"

"Just take a look." Immortal Yan Chen reminded.

Qian Wei looked over again, and saw the old Moxiu, who had fallen to the ground and was already bruised, holding on to his crippled body and trying his best to stand up from the ground. His cloudy eyes never lost their light: "We Exist in the universe, not just in a icy world. Maybe my life is not long, and I won't live to leave here. But other people around us will not be trapped here forever. Our path of practice, Always underfoot."

Walk unswervingly towards the road of practice, whether it is a demon cultivator or an ordinary cultivator, on the long road of practice, some people fall, some move forward, and some stand still. For ten thousand years, step on it, go up it, and one day someone will be able to overcome the calamity and ascend to the highest place in the world!

If you give up at this moment, then why take this road; the ice field has never been a barrier, but a place to start from the bottom.

At that moment, all the immortal cultivators who were hiding in the corner with their last breath came out.

They came out of the darkness where they were hiding, and slowly came behind the old Moxiu. Facing the immortal cultivator stronger than themselves, no one chose to back down: "Get out! Get out!"

"This is Ghost Blood City! Ghost Blood City has the rules of Ghost Blood City!"

"Get out! You are not welcome here!"

"Get out of Ghost Blood City!"

"You, you lowly bastards! How dare you resist." The potbellied casual cultivator seemed to be overwhelmed by the crowd of people who suddenly surrounded him. He became a little annoyed, "You all have to die, you all deserve to die!!"

He raised his magic whip again, and slammed it at the old devil who took the lead!

There was only a "pop", the whip hit something heavily, and dust billowed up on the ground.

When the dust settled, there was another person standing in front of him.It was a slender and thin person with blue hair. His hand tightly grasped the whip that was swung over just now. The blade on the whip was deeply embedded in his palm, overflowing densely with blood.

"The Ice Land has rules of the Ice Land! Whoever breaks the rules is the one who deserves to die!" Han Shuangling yanked the whip fiercely, and the casual cultivator who was holding the whip was thrown back into the air and fell heavily. to the ground.

The original intention of the Frozen Land has never been bad, and all those who were sent in were not abandoned.

He has been doing his best to maintain the order of the icy land, just hoping that those who are sent in can live well in this place with thin spiritual power.

No matter who came in because of committing a great evil, or because they were wronged, the Ice Land Realm is a place where they can survive.

They will be changed and enlightened here, and they will return to the Three Realms with a brand new identity until the imprint of restraint is over.

The casual cultivator who fell on the ground was so humiliated that he was so angry that he was distorted. He suddenly took out a handful of talisman papers that he did not know where he snatched, and threw it at Han Shuangling: "One Brat, what are you pretending to do here, go to hell!!"

Those talisman papers were lined up all over Han Shuangling's body in an instant, each piece of talisman paper was ignited, and a huge thunderbolt burst out from inside, hitting him hard!

The power of thunder and lightning erupted instantly with a loud noise, and the entire ground was blasted open.

"Hahaha, this is the end of overreaching!" The casual cultivator laughed triumphantly, thinking he had dealt with him.Unexpectedly, a spiritual pressure suddenly swept out from the lightning, and the huge force pressed his whole body heavily to the ground.

What, what's the situation? !

In the dust, two figures slowly appeared.A white-haired man in a long gown, with his hands behind his back in front of the blue-haired boy, and the other with black hair and black pupils, holding a huge black iron hammer in both hands: "Since you say that the strength of the ice land is the most important, let's rely on strength to speak."

Qian Wei opened his eyes suddenly, stepped quickly, and rushed towards the potbellied casual cultivator as fast as he could.

"You, who are you! Do you know who I am? I'm Master Python—" The Sanxiu paled in horror and kept backing away, but Qian Wei was one step faster and flashed directly behind him , hit him hard on the back!

Sanxiu spat out a mouthful of blood, fell heavily to the ground, and dropped the whip in his hand.

Qian Wei went forward to pick up the whip, checked left and right, and found that the whip was nothing but a magic weapon.

But I might be able to sell some money for it, so I raised my hand and put it into the storage bag: "Look, your strength is too weak, you can't beat me, so I will keep the things for you. Next time you beat me, I'll give it back to you."

"You..." The casual cultivator on the ground struggled to climb two steps, and he shouted at his companion: "Hurry up and save me!"

How could the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked companion be so stupid? Seeing that the situation was one-sided, he immediately left him and fled the ghost blood market as if flying, without even seeing his back.

Qian Wei stepped on the greasy fat man's head on the ground, lowered his head and smiled and said, "What should I do? Your companion is gone, so I'll leave you alone here. You also said that all strength in the Ice Realm is paramount. Now I should How can I deal with you better?"

"Big, big brother, spare my life, I'm under Master Bog...I can recommend you to join the logging team..." The fat man finally realized that the situation was not good, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Qian Wei patted his fat face: "Don't shout, I don't have a fat and ugly brother like you."

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this guy, suddenly a strong coercion fell from the sky, scaring the surrounding crowd apart.

Qian Wei stood up straight, and saw a row of people coming slowly under the gate of the ice wall. They were all wearing silk ribbons with strange totems, some of them were tied in their hair, and some were wrapped around their arms.The leader was a man with fiery red hair, with a slender figure, holding a strange white ball in one hand, and kept coiling it in the palm of his hand.

"Master Boa, save me!" The greasy fat man who was trampled by Qian Wei suddenly opened his eyes again, and desperately stretched out his hand to call out to the man who came forward.

He was still muttering: "You are finished, Mr. Python is here, you are finished!"

Han Shuangling was vigilant all over, he stopped in front of Qian Wei in an instant, and looked fiercely at the group of people who were slowly walking towards them.

Especially the red-haired man in the lead, he exudes a very strong coercion...at least the Golden Core stage...no, even a Nascent Soul stage monk!

"Your companion?"

Qian Wei was a little surprised, he opened his mouth and shouted at the crowd walking towards them from a distance: "Hey, is this fat man who commits crimes one of yours?"

"Who committed the crime..." The fat man on the ground wanted to quibble, but Qian Wei stepped on his foot so hard that he almost vomited blood, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't manage my people well."

The red-haired man with something coiled in his hands was slowly approaching, with a smile on his face, he didn't seem to be angry because Qian Wei stepped on the fat man under his feet.

On the contrary, he treated them very kindly: "If I had known that they were doing some outrageous things behind my back, I would not have spared them lightly."

After he finished speaking, he glanced sideways at a woman walking beside him.

The woman moved to Qian Wei's side almost instantaneously. Qian Wei jumped half a step away reflexively, but saw that the woman was not coming towards him, but raised her hand and cut the fat man on the ground with a sword. pierced his heart.

Fatty didn't even have time to say a word, he was killed instantly, and blood filled his body.

Qian Wei looked at the corpse on the ground in disbelief...

After the woman killed someone, she quickly returned to the red-haired man and stood there respectfully.

"I apologize to you all." While smiling, the red-haired man summoned a bottle of medicine from the storage bag, ordered someone to pass it to the old Moxiu who fell on the ground, and gave him some crystalline scales.

After the old Moxiu drank the elixir, his injuries slowly recovered. He stood up tremblingly, bowed gratefully to Qian Wei and the others, and then slowly knelt down to bow to the red-haired man: "Thank you grown ups."

The red-haired man narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved him down.

Only then did the old Moxiu dare to stand up, helped the little girl beside him, and slowly left the ice wall.

Only then did the red-haired man turn his gaze back to Qian Wei and the others. His gaze was like a light and shadow, sweeping across the figures of the three of them one by one.

When he saw Immortal Yan Chen, he paused slightly, as if he had noticed something, but he was not sure.

Soon, he smiled again: "I don't know if it's convenient for the three of you, please come to our camp for a drink?"