The shouts on the wooden boat spread far from the vast river and reached Yin Dong's ears. He looked at it intently and could see the formation defense cover shrouded above the wooden boat fleet, which was obviously about to overload.

not good!

Yin Dong was shocked and shouted: "Brother Niu, I'll go ahead and take a look! Xiaobao stays on the boat!"

With Xiaobao here, there would be no problem with the formation defense of the fleet here, so Yin Dong specifically reminded Xiaobao. When others heard it, they would only think that he was worried that Xiaobao would play tricks on the water, but Qiuying and Xiaobao knew that he meant to let Xiaobao stay.

Xiaobao straightened his chest and shouted: "Baby understand!"

In the shouting, Yin Dong had already rushed away from the bottom of the water, leaving the fleet far behind.

On the side of the wooden ship fleet, I saw that the small black dot on the river suddenly stopped, the waves rolled up on the river also leveled, and the hearts of many people on the ship sank again.

Someone shouted hysterically: "They don't want to save us! Our ship is going to be destroyed. What a damn shit Instructor Yin is afraid that he will be dragged down by us, so they stopped!"

Old Zhu shouted loudly: "Don't spread rumors! Instructor Yin and the others will definitely come to save us!"

Deacon Chang, who was hiding at the bottom of the boat, suddenly surfaced and shouted grimly: "Even if your reinforcements come, they will not have time to arrive before the formation is broken. Open the formation and let us in. Only with the formation master presided over the formation, can you wait for the reinforcements to arrive alive!"

Lao Zhu's face stagnated and his smile suddenly disappeared. Yes, before the rescuers arrived, the disciples of the Wuji Sect could definitely break the precarious formation.

A soldier beside him couldn't suppress his anger and shouted loudly: "Stop being a big dream of Qingqiu! You turtle grandson want to trick us into opening the formation and think we are stupid!"

Deacon Chang ignored Lao Zhu and the others and then shouted: "I'll count three times. If the formation doesn't open, we'll take action! Those who don't want to die should be better to grab the formation talisman before we take action, otherwise, you can be buried with these stubborn idiots!"

This provocation was like a fuse igniting the entire fleet. Several riots occurred on almost every wooden boat. Even the people on the back of the bay crocodile surrounded the beast-controlling warriors and asked them to hand over the formation talisman.

When Mr. Qiu saw the chaotic scene, he shouted anxiously: "Don't be messed up! You can't do the task of letting wolves into the flock of sheep, and you can't hand over the formation talisman!"

But the roar of Mr. Qiu, in this chaotic and noisy scream and howling, disappeared like a wave falling into the sea, disappeared in an instant, and no one listened. Moreover, because Lao Zhu and other soldiers who were standing were surrounded by a group of red-eyed people, asking for the formation talisman. In the chaos, someone slapped him with a big ear, and was kicked in the stomach, which made him vomit blood and fall into a coma.

"Old man!" Old Zhu roared in shock, protected Mr. Qiu with his body, drew out his gun, and shouted sternly: "Don't move! Whoever dares to make trouble again, I will shoot him in one go!"

His roar was quiet for a moment. The people were still afraid of the word "shooting" and were immediately shocked.

However, in just a moment, the silence was broken by a gong-breaking voice: "Don't be afraid! These soldiers' guns are gone! We don't want to die if they want to hand over the formation talisman!

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"Super the formation talisman! We are going back to the provincial capital, and we don't want to go to Baishan!"

"Yes! We want to go back to the provincial capital with the adults of Wuji Sect. Those who serve in the army cannot force us to go to Baishan!"

"Grab the formation talisman and let the adults of Wuji Sect take us home!"

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Soon, many ungrateful guys were roaring, turning black and white, kneeling and licking the disciples of the Wuji Sect, showing their ugly appearances, grabbing the soldiers and pushing them, which attracted many people who were unintentional and afraid of death to follow the trend.

Lao Zhu and his friends were so angry that their lungs were about to explode. They were hit and were injured in many places on their bodies, and their situation was in danger.

The soldiers were not unable to beat these bare-handed people, but could not beat them, because some elderly, weak, women and children were pushed in front, leaving them with their hands and feet. The real troublemakers were huddled behind, striking Lengzi to plot against them, tearing their clothes, and searching for formation talismans.

Mr. Qiu, who had just recovered, was so angry that he cursed: "A group of idiots who don't know how to live or die, are you trying to get a tiger!"

Professor Qi, who has always been gentle and never hurt others, couldn't help but scold: "These ungrateful wolves shouldn't have taken them out of the provincial capital!"

A strong man closer to him squeezed over and made two big-eared knots, which made Professor Qi look vicious and cursed shamelessly: "I'm old, I want to die, don't take us tired! I haven't lived enough yet...ah!"

The strong man was knocked away by a powerful force and hit another troublemaker. The two of them rolled to the ground together, trampled by the chaotic crowd, and howled like a pig.

At this time, Deacon Chang, who was outside the formation, smiled in his heart, but his face became even colder: "Three...two...one! The time has come, and the formation talisman has not been handed over yet, so you can die!"

"The formation talisman... I grabbed it, sir, I grabbed it!"

A big man with a fleshy face next to Lao Zhu screamed in surprise, raised his hands above his head, allowing Deacon Chang to see a small wooden sign he was holding.

The disciples of Wuji Sect showed an ecstatic smile on their faces, and Deacon Chang laughed loudly: "Okay! Very good! What's your name? This Deacon will give you a great merit and give you a reward after returning to the city. Now, you use the array talisman to open the formation."

The big man with a fat face smiled flatteringly: "Sir, the youngest is Chang Ming, I am willing to serve you. Please wait... uh, sir, how should you use this array talisman?"

Lao Zhu was beaten to the point of bleeding from his mouth and nose. At this time, he laughed and said, "Listen Dog! If you snatch the formation talisman, you can't use it. This is a one-time formation talisman, and you will recognize your master after dropping blood!"

Chang Ming was stunned. What was the blood-dropping recognition of his master? He didn't understand, but he understood that he couldn't use this array talisman. What should he do?

Deacon Chang also turned dark and a tyrannical look emerged, and he said with a grim voice: "Then kill! Kill those who are unwilling to return to the city with us, and kill until the person who can use the array talisman and open the formation!"

His murderous words made the atmosphere of the entire fleet even more tense, filled with bloody murderous aura, and soon formed a confrontation between the two factions, but no side dared to act without hesitation.

Even Chang Ming, who was covered in flesh, was so nervous that he had sweated coldly on his forehead. Although he grabbed the formation talisman, he knew very well in his heart that it was not that his skills were older than him.

Zhu, the soldiers, Gao, did not attack the common people and did not kill him. But if he really dared to kill, he would definitely die first!

Deacon Chang was anxious and continued to fool him: "Only when we come in, you have a way out! Chang Ming, take action, you have no way out!"

As soon as this was said, the expression of the troublemaker represented by Chang Ming changed drastically, and the two sides were about to break out, and a bloody battle was about to break out.
Chapter completed!