Chapter 358

Chapter 358

All-Heavens Strongest Simulator Chapter 358

Tent, Ling Tian sat sluggishly.

He was dashing when he met Little Fatty before, but, as a child of the Aristocratic Family, Ling Tian's temperament is much more mature than ordinary children, so after separating from Little Fatty and Zheng Caiwei, He already knew in his heart that he was an evil force.

And in the current team, the power of the Little Fatty family is definitely not bad.

Unfortunately, he is the only one left in his Ling Family. The reason why Zheng Family brother treated him so well before, no matter how much he wanted to make himself believe that Zheng Caiwei and him were a good match, but as a He also subconsciously knew that he was a child of the Aristocratic Family, just because the Zheng Family brother had something for him.

And the biggest possibility of this achievement is his innate talent.

Nine times out of ten the fact that he killed many slave warriors and escaped from that Si Jin army was known to the Zheng Family brother. After all, although Zheng Family brother's team and him and that team are all in this deep mountain.

Even if they don't seem to have much contact with each other, as a member of the Aristocratic Family's children, Ling Tian will never underestimate the various wonderful powers of the Aristocratic Family.

With the inheritance of Zheng Family, it is very possible to know what he did before, and this also made Zheng Family brother decide to win him over, but the inheritance in Ban Chao was not available for him. In the case of movement, Zheng Family brother is more likely to do something.

Otherwise, Zheng Caiwei has never seen any other male children speak in public during the past period of time, and she is now talking to other male children on his way back.

Ling Tian couldn't think about it.

So, is Little Fatty planning to do something again now?

This is obviously a possibility, although this team was pulled up by the Zheng Family brother, theoretically, in order not to make people feel turbulent, it is impossible for the Zheng Family brother to do anything out of the ordinary. They will also act to stop it if it is out of control.

But people's hearts have never been able to cross the beam through common sense. Who knows if Zheng Family brother will let something happen.

I only hate that my innate talent is not top-notch after all, and many of the things before are all because of some kind of wonderful improvement brought about by the near death.

Ling Tian fiercely clenched his fists. He was not too angry at the clear purpose of the Zheng Family brother. The identity of the children of the Aristocratic Family made him very clear that it never existed in this world. Love and hate for no reason, people in Aristocratic Family more often depend on interests for love and hate.

If he doesn't have any ability to benefit Zheng Family Brother, then why should he let Zheng Family Brother treat him differently.

Of course, no hatred is no hatred, but if Zheng Family brother joins other people, or just borrows the hands of other people to kill him, then he will not accept his fate.

"Ling Tian, come out for me..."

At this time, Little Fatty's voice suddenly came in from outside.

Ling Tian's eyes slammed, Zheng Family brother did not restrict the development of things, and sure enough, everything was as he guessed, and even worse, Zheng Family brother was going to kill him directly.

Slightly shaking his ears, Ling Tian could hear at least ten Martial Artists outside.

Each of these Martial Artists is stronger than those slave warriors. These are the real elites of the Aristocratic Family, the elites who take them with them even when they run for their lives, and these elites are the foundation of the Aristocratic Family.

These Martial Artists were raised by the Aristocratic Family, and they were instilled in loyalty from an early age.

Ling Family used to have a few such elites, but the elites of Ling Family were all guarding the Ling Family direct line. Ling Tian and Ling Tian's parents were only the second room of Ling Family.

Otherwise, if there were several such elite guards on the edge of the Yangtze River, Ling Tian's family of three would have died.

And such elites, even in the Feng family where Little Fatty is located, are probably not many. Such elites are not easy to cultivate, not to mention, which Aristocratic Family's direct line is not calculated in ten digits , otherwise, the Zheng Family brother is impossible to have only such a squad.

It's too far, in short, now Little Fatty arrives outside his tent with such an elite, which undoubtedly means that the Feng family where Little Fatty is planning to kill him.

And if the Feng family can send an elite over, then the Zheng Family brother is impossible to know.

This is to want his life...

Ling Tian's eyes closed slightly, then got up and walked to the edge of the tent, his ears moved slightly, although not Knowing why he has a lot of power, but at this time Ling Tian can be sure that he can hear a lot of movement.

He listened quietly for a few seconds. Although Little Fatty and those elites outside would rush in at any time, Ling Tian's expression was extremely calm.

With the constant shaking of the ears, outside the tent, a slight sound entered Ling Tian's ears.

It was the wind, and the wind blew through the objects outside the tent, the broken wooden barrels, the wooden stakes that anchored the tent, and the salute, and then, there was a curled up silhouette.

That is a person, curled up in a hidden corner somewhere, around this silhouette is the place where the team placed the sundries, and it is covered by countless grasses, and the silhouette is curled up in the grass. and among the clutter.

Like a dead thing, even if the wind blows by his side, it seems to slide past.

This is an expert, a latent expert.

The person dispatched by Zheng Family brother...

Ling Tian's eyes showed a hint of sternness, does this Zheng Family brother really want his life?

Or rather, Zheng Family brother just wanted to try it out.

He showed a lot of innate talent before, and the two brothers have invested so much in him, from Ban Chao's inheritance to Zheng Caiwei, I think he shouldn't give up on him so easily. Bar.

Ling Tian thought to himself.

Don't say that Ling Tian has no ambition, others are plotting against him, and he wants to continue to please others.

In this true world, the north has already been swept away by slave warriors, and the waves on the Yangtze River are rolling, and they can't get through. If you don't get along with other Aristocratic Family teams, you can go out with your own temper, don't you wait to die? .

What's more, Zheng Caiwei is indeed Ling Tian's favorite girl.

In a few years, Ling Tian even thought that he would happily marry Zheng Caiwei.

So, in this way, if you can show your own value, wouldn't you be able to continue moving towards the good side of development.

Just like in a family, useless people, even if they are direct descendants or descendants of the main branch, will be abandoned, and useful ones, even if they are part of the house, will be reused.

Then, kill that Little Fatty... who brought it...

Ling Tian's eyes flashed a single thought, his silhouette stood up, and then, a wrist Tan removed a machete from the tent, which was the only thing he brought with him.

It is also a weapon taken from the slave warrior.

Take this machete, Ling Tian's eyes are slightly closed again, countless memories about using the machete suddenly pour out from his mind, after a few breaths, Ling Tian's eyes again open.

Learning Banchao's inheritance, he has been using it for a while without any progress. However, the use of the machete and various fighting methods, he seems to be able to get the answer just by thinking about it. .

This is also very strange, but even if Ling Tian thinks about it carefully, he can't come up with anything.

Moved towards the tent's curtain, Ling Tian was about to go out and have a good fight with the people brought by Little Fatty, but, at this time, suddenly, a silhouette was Suddenly jumped in from outside the tent.

The speed of this silhouette is extremely fast, almost as soon as I passed through the door curtain, I saw Ling Tian's silhouette holding a machete. In an instant, a long sword rushed out of this person's hand, and the blink of an eye was already there. Countless sword flowers opened in front of Ling Tian.

This is indeed an expert, and it should have been ordered by Little Fatty to come in to investigate, and he saw Ling Tian as soon as he came in, and immediately attacked without thinking, but he was afraid of being attacked by Ling Tian. Get a head start.

These elites raised by the Aristocratic Family are all very strong. In theory, they should be extremely proud.

At this time, this action is more appropriate enough to make 99% of people despair.

With such caution, even a sneak attack may not be able to defeat these elites.

However, just as this elite sword flower spread out, Ling Tian's mind seemed to have countless ways to decipher Sword Art. Among the sword flowers.

Following, his silhouette is facing forward, the machete is like a streamer escaping, and the sword flower of the long sword is quickly removed at an extremely fast speed, and the person has fiercely collided with the elite.

It's just that when Ling Tian, who was still very handsome just now, arrived in front of the elite, he suddenly found that he was unable to perform the coup that was still showing great divine might, and the elite felt that Ling Tian's move was following up. Weak also began to turn his wrist, and even used the hilt to move towards Ling Tian and smashed it.

What's embarrassing is that even if others use the hilt, Ling Tian finds that he has a feeling that he can't crack it.

"Damn..."

Curse secretly, Ling Tian simply moved towards the elite with a hammer from fiercely.

Although he is less than ten years old, Ling Tian, as a child of the Aristocratic Family, has been extremely well nourished since he was a child. At this time, his height is not much shorter than that of the elite. This hammer knocked out, Fiercely hit the elite's nose when the elite was unsuspecting.

This facial neuron-dense nose is hit, no matter what kind of elite you are, you can only snot and tear down for a while, not only your eyesight will be greatly affected, but your thinking will be for a moment stagnation.

And at this time, the machete in Ling Tian's hand has been quickly swiping on this elite chest.

Although I can't remember how to continue to crack this elite Sword Art trick, Ling Tian can still do it simply by wielding the machete.

The blade of the blade flickered, the elite of the Feng family was first cut through the wrists and veins, the long sword fell to the ground, and then the vital points in the chest were directly cut, and then the neck was stabbed, and Ling Tian One kicked flying.

Outside the tent, Little Fatty led the remaining nine people who were still preparing to wait for the elites who had entered before to force Ling Tian out, so that they could go forward to catch Ling Tian together, and then Little Fatty shot directly its kill.

However, suddenly, the elite he dispatched had turned into a corpse and was kicked out.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the corpse falling, Little Fatty's eyes widened, and even his breathing was slightly suffocated. It was not fear, nor regret for the death of the elite, but heartache.

Even if Little Fatty is more playful, but as a child of the Aristocratic Family, he understands the interests better than ordinary children. This elite is for the current Feng family, no, for any Aristocratic Family still in the north, That is one less death, and the number of elites determines the continuation of this Aristocratic Family.

Yes, the real continuation of life and death, in the current situation, those things that the Aristocratic Family relied on in the past are no longer reliable, and only these elites can be relied on.

Now, just because he wanted to breathe out, an elite died, which made Little Fatty extremely heartache, and he was even more worried that he would be mixed doubles by his parents.

It's just that Little Fatty was in a daze, but Ling Tian didn't hesitate at all. Seeing that one of the elites brought by Little Fatty was killed, the other elites were stunned, and at this time, Ling Tian's arm suddenly waved.

A lot of ash-gray powder was spilled by Ling Tian.

When the powder that didn't know what to do spilled out, the nine elites behind Little Fatty immediately came back to his senses, and two of them quickly pulled Little Fatty into their arms, then turned around , one covers Little Fatty's mouth and nose, and the other covers both of them.

The other seven elites closed their eyes, held their breath, and then the long sword appeared in their hands.

Just when these seven people were holding swords, Ling Tian had quietly rolled to the feet of these elites. All the sharp legs were cut in half.

Half of the calf was cut off. Given the team's environment, these seven elites were obviously completely abolished.

And after doing this, Ling Tian quickly stepped back with a smile and won. By the strength of oneself, he defeated the eight elites. He believed that he had once again demonstrated his value.

However, at this time, in the distance, the pair of eyes hidden in the hidden place were slightly frowned.

Ling Tian defeated eight elites in one breath, killed one, and injured seven. Naturally, it was a big victory. However, the method used for this big victory was obviously not what Zheng Family brother wanted.

What Zheng Family brother wants is a peerless general, not an assassination expert who is good at sneak attack.

"Feng family, Ling Tian..."

Indifferently said twice, the master of that pair of eyes moved towards the side and looked, there, very far away , a tent was faintly discernible, the owner of this pair of eyes did not know what to do with Ling Tian and the Feng family for a while, and obviously wanted to ask.

But, at this time, a curtain outside the tent suddenly shook a few times.

In an instant, the owner of these eyes seemed to understand something.