The old ghost laughed and looked at the people who were being forced to retreat step by step: "How could that be? This is also training! I believe that if the higher-ups knew about this, they would definitely agree."
Those people looked at his appearance, then looked at the hundred or so people standing motionless, and the people who were attacking them, and an idea flashed through their minds.
"I see! You think these hidden pieces are very good and want to take them for yourself!"
When these words were spoken, those people were shocked, knowing that it would not be easy to leave here alive today. They immediately took out their magic weapons and other weapons to fight back. However, they reacted too slowly, and No. 1 and the others attacked fiercely, and they didn't want to let them leave alive at all.
“Swoosh! Bang!”
The sword energy swept past, and a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out. He fell to the ground, twitched for a while, and then died.
"Bang!"
Number One struck out with his palm, knocking a Flying Immortal Monk away. At the same time, the sharp sword in his hand swung after the Flying Immortal Monk who was knocked away.
“Whoosh!”
With a swish, a sword pierced into the heart of the immortal cultivator. The sword was pulled out, blood splattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air. In a short while, those people died one by one in their hands. Until the last person fell, Feng Jiu and the others put away their swords and stood in a row in front of Ghost Old Man.
"Master Ghost, the man has been killed! Mission accomplished!" Fengjiu said in a cold and respectful voice.
Seeing this scene, Gui Lao couldn't hide his excitement: "Good! Very good! I've never led a group of hidden men as outstanding as you! The survival rate is high, and each one of them is capable of taking on ten people. Very good! Hahahaha!"
He raised his head and laughed loudly, looking at the 123 people in front of him, his heart was filled with excitement. With this group of people, he would be able to rebel against the Dark Night Temple and establish his own sect!
"Go back and have a rest! I'll assign you tasks tomorrow!" He waved his hand and watched with satisfaction as they responded and left.
After returning to their bunk bed, some of them lagged behind and stayed outside, while the others gathered around Feng Jiu and said, "Captain, are you okay? We need to take care of the wound on your hand."
Fengjiu waved her hand and smiled, "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound." As she spoke, she sprinkled some medicine on the wound and bandaged it up.
"Captain, does that old ghost want to take over our team? He is quite courageous."
"He's not bold, he's bold. I think he wants to establish his own sect."
"But it's true. We are a hundred people with the strength of flying immortals. Such strength is already very powerful outside. It's not surprising that he has such an idea."
Listening to everyone talking, Fengjiu raised her hand and said, "Be careful here, don't discuss it for now, let everyone go back and rest, and see what task he assigns tomorrow, and then make plans."
"Yes." After hearing what he said, everyone responded and dispersed.
The next morning, everyone lined up in the square. After just one night, everyone standing here discovered that apart from the hundred or so people of theirs, the demon cultivators and the like who were originally guarding here seemed to have decreased a lot.