The Strongest Simulator In the Sky

In the tent, Ling Tian sat dully.

When he met Little Fatty before, he was dashing, but, as a child of an aristocratic family, Ling Tian's temperament was much more mature than ordinary children, so after separating from Little Fatty and Zheng Caiwei, he already knew in his heart that he was evil. a 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 the Zheng family brothers treated him so well before, no matter how much he wanted to make himself believe that Zheng Caiwei and him were in harmony, but, as a child of the aristocratic family, he also subconsciously Knowing that, it is only because the Zheng brothers have something to do with him.

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

Nine times out of ten, he killed many slave warriors and escaped from the army of Si Jin. Nine times out of ten, the Zheng brothers knew about it. After all, although the Zheng brothers' team and him and that team are all in this deep mountain.

Even though they didn't seem to have had much contact with each other, as a member of the aristocratic family, Ling Tian would never underestimate the various wonderful powers of the aristocratic family.

With the inheritance of the Zheng family, there is a great possibility that he would have known what he had done before, and this also made the brothers of the Zheng family decide to win him over. Brothers are more likely to do something more.

Otherwise, Zheng Caiwei had never seen any other male children speak in public during that time, but was born to speak to other boys on his way back today.

Then Ling Tian couldn't help thinking too much.

So, is the little fat man planning to do something again now?

This is obviously a possibility. Although this team was pulled up by the Zheng brothers, in theory, in order not to disturb people's hearts, it is impossible for the Zheng brothers to do anything out of the ordinary. Even if things become uncontrollable, they will Take action to stop it.

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

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

Ling Tian clenched his fists fiercely. He was not too angry with the Zheng family brothers for their clear purpose. The identity of the sons of the family made him very clear. There is never love and hate for no reason in this world. Most of the time, Chinese people's love and hate all depend on their interests.

If he didn't have any ability to benefit the Zheng brothers, then why would he let the Zheng brothers treat him differently.

Of course, if you don't hate it, you don't hate it, but if the Zheng brothers are with other people, or if they just use other people's hands to kill him, then he won't accept his fate.

"Ling Tian, ​​come out for me..."

At this moment, the little fat man's voice suddenly came in from outside.

Ling Tian's eyes sharpened. The Zheng brothers did not restrict the development of the situation. Sure enough, everything was as he had guessed, and it was even worse. The Zheng brothers were planning to kill him directly.

His ears trembled slightly, and Ling Tian could hear that there were at least more than ten warriors outside.

Each of these warriors is stronger than those slave warriors. This is the real elite of the family. Even when they are running for their lives, they are always with them. These elites are the essence of the family.

These warriors were raised by aristocratic families since childhood, and they were instilled with the idea of ​​loyalty from a very young age.

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

Otherwise, if there were a few elite guards like this on the edge of the Yangtze River, it would be impossible for Ling Tian's family of three to die.

And there are not many such elites, even in the Feng family where Fatty is. These elites are not easy to cultivate, not to mention, the direct line of which aristocratic family is not calculated in ten digits, otherwise, the Zheng family brothers will also There can't be just such a small team.

Talking too far, in short, now Little Fatty has arrived outside his tent with such an elite, which undoubtedly means that Little Fatty's Feng family intends to kill him.

And the Feng family was able to send an elite over, so the Zheng family brothers couldn't possibly not 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 he didn't know why he had so much power, but at this time Ling Tian was sure that he could hear a lot of movement .

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

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

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

It was a person, curled up in a hidden corner somewhere, and around the figure was the place where the team placed the sundries, and was covered by countless grasses, and the figure was curled up among the grass and the sundries.

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

This is a master, a latent master.

The people sent by the Zheng brothers...

Ling Tian's eyes showed a hint of sternness, did the Zheng brothers really want his life?

Or, the Zheng brothers just wanted to try it out.

After all, he showed a lot of talent before, and the two brothers made so much investment in him, from the inheritance of Ban Chao, to Zheng Caiwei, I think it shouldn't be so easy to give up on him.

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 real world, the north has long been swept away by slave warriors, and the waves on the Yangtze River are rolling, but they can't get through. If you don't join other noble families, you can kill them by your own temper. Are you waiting to die?

Besides, Zheng Caiwei was indeed the girl Ling Tian liked very much.

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

Then, in this way, if you can show your own value, won't you be able to continue to develop towards the better side?

Just like in the family, useless people, even if they are direct descendants or children of the long house, will be abandoned, while the useful ones will be reused even if they are part of the house.

Then, kill that little fat man... who brought him...

A thought flashed in Ling Tian's eyes, his figure stood up, and then, with a flick of his wrist, he took off a machete in the tent. This was the only thing he brought that belonged to him.

It is also a weapon taken from slave warriors.

After taking this machete, Ling Tian's eyes closed slightly again. Numerous memories of using the machete suddenly poured out of his mind. After a few breaths, Ling Tian's eyes opened again.

He studied Ban Chao's inheritance for a while without any progress. However, the use of this machete and various fighting methods, he seemed to be able to get the answer just by thinking about it.

This is also very strange, but no matter how Ling Tian thought about it carefully, he couldn't come up with anything.

Stepping towards the tent's curtain, Ling Tian was about to go out and have a good fight with the people brought by the little fat man, but at this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out of the tent. Come in.

The speed of this figure was extremely fast. Almost as soon as he passed through the door curtain, he saw Ling Tian's figure holding a machete. In an instant, a long sword rushed out of this person's hand, and in the blink of an eye, countless numbers of eyes had been opened in front of Ling Tian. sword flower.

This is indeed a master, and it should be the little fat man who ordered him to come in to investigate, but when he saw Ling Tian as soon as he came in, he immediately attacked without thinking, but he was afraid that Ling Tian would seize the opportunity.

Each of these elites raised by aristocratic families is very strong. In theory, they should be extremely proud. However, they are extremely cautious, and they do not have any so-called pride or other emotions.

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

With such caution, even a sneak attack might 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 the sword technique. The machete in his hand almost subconsciously swung out, and then cut into the sword flower.

Immediately following, his figure was facing forward, the machete scattered like a streamer, and the sword flower of the long sword was quickly removed at an extremely fast speed, and the man had slammed into the elite.

However, when Ling Tian, ​​who was still very dashing just now, arrived in front of the elite, he suddenly found that he was unable to perform the coup that was still showing great power at the moment, and the elite felt that Ling Tian's move was powerless and began to turn his wrist, and he used it. The hilt of the sword smashed directly towards Ling Tian.

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

"Damn..."

Cursing secretly, Ling Tian simply slammed the elite with a head hammer.

Although he is less than ten years old, Ling Tian, ​​as a child of an 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. When this hammer hit, the elite was defenseless. It slammed **** the elite nose.

The nose with the abnormally dense facial neurons was hit. No matter what kind of elite you are, you can only snot and tears flow for a while. Not only will your vision be greatly affected, but your thinking will be stagnant for a moment.

And at this moment, the machete in Ling Tian's hand was already quickly swiping across the elite's chest.

Although I can't remember how to continue the subtle trick of cracking this elite swordsmanship, Ling Tian can still do it simply by wielding a machete.

The blade of the blade flickered, and 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 of the chest were directly cut open, and then a knife was hit on the neck, and Ling Tian kicked it and flew out.

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

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

Accompanied by the dull sound of the corpse falling to the ground, the little fat man's eyes widened, and he even suffocated his breath. It was not fear, nor regret for the death of the elite, but heartache.

Even if the little fat man is more playful, but as a child of an aristocratic family, he understands the interests better than ordinary children. For the current Feng family, no, for any aristocratic family still in the north, it means that one death is one less, and the elite is one less. The amount of this determines the survival and continuation of this family.

Yes, the true continuation of life and death, in the current situation, those things that the family relied on in the past are no longer reliable, and the only ones who can rely on are these elites.

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

However, the little fat man was stunned, but Ling Tian didn't hesitate at all. Seeing that the elite brought by a little fat man was killed, the other elites were stunned, and at this moment, Ling Tian's arm suddenly waved. .

A large amount of gray-white powder was immediately spilled by Ling Tian.

When the powder of no idea was spilled, the nine elites behind the little fat man immediately came back to their senses. Two of them quickly pulled the little fat man into their arms, then turned around, and one covered the little fat man's mouth and nose. , one of them covered their mouths and noses.

The other seven elites closed their eyes, held their breath, and then the long swords appeared in their hands~www.wuxiahere.com~ However, while these seven people were holding the swords, Ling Tian had already been silent. Rolling to the feet of these elites, the machete slashed out without the slightest gust of wind, and with the splash of blood, the legs and feet of the seven elites were all 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 Tiantian quickly stepped back with a smile, won, and defeated the eight elites by himself. He believed that he had once again demonstrated his worth.

However, at this time, in the distance, those eyes hidden in a hidden place frowned slightly.

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

What the Zheng brothers wanted was a peerless general, not an assassin who was good at sneak attack and plot.

"Feng family, Ling Tian..."

Indifferently, the owner of the eyes looked to the side. There, far away, a tent was looming. The owner of the eyes didn't know what to do with Ling Tian and the Feng family. Obviously want to ask.

However, at this moment, a curtain outside the tent suddenly shook a few times.

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

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