Except for the direct forces of the City Lord's Mansion, other forces are basically free to come and go, and Wang Hong rarely gets involved in their internal affairs.

Wang Hong's own strength and power are already one of the best in Yunzhou. Luxicheng is located in the west of Yunzhou, and it can be said to be the safest place in the whole province.

Most of the ambitious people among the casual cultivators were deceived to participate in the Yungui War by Wan Guiliu and others last year, using the promise of dividing up the interests of various places.

Most of the remaining casual cultivators are liberals. These people do not like to be restricted by power, but they are not really alone, and they have to consider relatives and friends to a greater or lesser extent.

Including Yan Yunchen, although only two sons died in the past hundred years, their grandchildren still had more than fifty lives, and the future was even more impossible to calculate.

No matter how afraid of trouble, he cannot ignore these younger generations at all.

But once he really does what Wang Hong said, he will be printed with the label of Luxicheng, and such things cannot be distinguished at all.

Just as Yan Yunchen was thinking, Wang Hong suddenly received a letter letter letter and chuckled after reading it.

He originally didn't want to get involved in the Qingguang Cliff incident, but the current situation was that God did not take it, but instead suffered the blame.

"Okay, Brother Yan, you don't have to rush to answer me. There is another problem with them. I'll go there first, and you'll be in trouble in the camp."

Wang Hong waved his hand with a smile, then activated the Dark Gate to teleport to the coordinates near Qingguang Cliff.

The scenery in front of him changed, and Wang Hong suddenly found that there was a sleepy person lying ten meters ahead of him.

"I'll go, Song Qing? What a coincidence!"

Although there is a protective formation isolation, how can this most basic first-level formation stop Wang Hong?

"Now that Song's family has died one after another, it is already sunset. Killing Song Qing again at this time will be more harmful than good."

"Well, then this storage bag is just a life-threatening money."

Wang Hong thought for a while, but let the dying Song Qing go, took away his storage bag, and then flew towards the battlefield area.

This time he did not rush to join the melee, but fell at a nearest peak.

First, I briefly observed the situation, then took out the electromagnetic rifle and loaded it with bullets strengthened by the talisman.

After many attacks on the third-level strongman, Wang Hong has now gained experience. The entire process of aiming and shooting does not exceed 0.1 seconds.

As the bullets shot out, he didn't even look at the result. He put away the electromagnetic rifle and flew towards the most people.

For monks in this world, the most unsolvable thing about electromagnetic rifles is the bullet speed. After the addition of the magic speed talisman, this small bullet can even exceed ten times the speed of sound!

As long as Wang Hong failed to avoid the gun before shooting, even a strong man in the martial soul stage would be difficult to avoid this kind of attack.

The target of Wang Hong's shot was the Blood Demon Cultivator at the peak of the Golden Pill.

Immortal cultivators rely on their powerful mental power and their sensing range is far superior to martial artists, but in terms of their sensitivity to crisis, they are really not as good as warriors of the same level.

Wang Hong's mental strength was slightly better than that of the cultivators of the Blood Demon Cult. Under his deliberate hiding, the other party was in a state of fighting and could not detect the abnormality at all.
Chapter completed!