Lin Wushuang has followed Jiang Lang to fight for many years, so although she is a daughter, she is good at kung fu, and this punch is either dead or crippled when she hits ordinary people.

It's just that when Lin Wushuang's fist was about to hit the woman's body hard, the figure disappeared mysteriously and quickly.

"What!"

Lin Wushuang's eyes widened, staring in disbelief at where the woman had been standing earlier.

She knew what her strength was, but that woman was just an ordinary person, how could she escape from the palm of her hand.

Even Zhuge Liuyun narrowed his eyes, and a pair of eyes carefully observed around.

"Haven't you shown up yet?" Jiang Lang looked at a tree calmly.

However, Zhuge Liuyun clenched the feather fan in his hand and stared vigilantly in the direction Jiang Lang was looking at, "Young marshal, this person is very strong, you must be very careful!"

"No, he can't hurt me yet!" Jiang Lang said indifferently, walking step by step in the direction where Lin Wushuang was.

Soon, a man walked out from behind the tree he had been looking at, and the man carried a woman on his shoulder, dressed in black, and wrapped her whole body tightly, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

There was an imprint on this guy's left button, and with just a glance, Jiang Lang recognized the identity of this person.

"How could they appear in Wangcheng?" Zhuge Liuyun's eyes widened and he said in surprise.

Luan Huojun, like Jiang Lang and other factions, are all soldiers, mainly using stratagem, and its leader, the King of the Southeast, is even more well-known for his cunning and cunning, and in terms of conspiracy methods, he is not weaker than Zhuge Liuyun, a military advisor.

Now that the Luan Fire Army has appeared in Wangcheng, this also makes Zhuge Liuyun have to be cautious.

"Young marshal, these people appeared in Wangcheng, should they also be ......" Zhuge Liuyun couldn't help but worry.

Jiang Lang shook his head, "They don't have the idea of fighting these things, and we have never been in contact with the Luan Fire Army, although we have had a slight contact, but he appeared here, it shouldn't be for something." ”

The masked man of the Luan Fire Army put down the woman on his shoulder, "Who is Your Excellency, why did you do it to my eldest lady?"

"Luan Huo's Southeast King, all of you have taught this kind of goods, it seems that you Luan Huo have also forgotten your roots!" Jiang Lang frowned and stared at the man with an angry expression.

If it was something else, maybe Jiang Lang would have done it.

But this style really lost the demeanor of a soldier.

What's more, Jiang Lang is also known as the young marshal of the three armies, although the former army is no longer there, but the glory in his body, the arrogance in his bones, and the iron and blood of the soldier will not be lost.

However, the masked man was startled, stared at Jiang Lang with shocked eyes, and asked in a cold tone, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Whether it was Luan Huo or the other two armies, including the troops commanded by Jiang Lang, they were not announced to the public, and there were even fewer people who knew about it.

Now that someone not only said the military name of the Luan Fire Army, but also proposed the king of the southeast, this situation has to make people cautious.

The woman who was put down cleaned the dust off her body and snorted with disdain: "Why are you still talking nonsense with this guy! My brother sent you to protect me, not for you to come here to blow the wind and watch the scenery! Why don't you hurry up and teach these guys a lesson!"

The masked man hesitated for a moment, "Miss, this person's origin is unknown, and he knows my Luan Huojun name, I suspect that this person has another plan for appearing in Wangcheng!"

"That's a lot of nonsense! don't hurry up and teach him a lesson!" the woman looked disgusted and waved her hand for the masked man to hurry up.

Even if the masked man wanted to explain, he had no choice but to stand in front of the woman in the face of such pressure.

Lin Wushuang snorted, and said with extreme disdain: "Even if the people of the ferret and the dragon are here, I won't let you go if you are so disrespectful!"

When the words fell, Lin Wushuang's figure had already rushed forward, and he moved straight at the masked man.

The strength of the two is also comparable, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

Jiang Lang sighed.

"Young Marshal, why don't I help Wushuang?" Zhuge Liuyun looked at Jiang Lang and said tentatively.

Jiang Lang shook his head and said with a resolute look in his eyes: "No need, since even Luan Huo's people have appeared, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to hide." ”

"What does the young marshal mean?" Zhuge Liuyun stared at Jiang Lang, unable to figure out Jiang Lang's true thoughts.

Jiang Lang didn't say a word, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared between the two.

With just one pair of hands, he immediately controlled the movements of Lin Wushuang and the masked man.

The masked man was startled and hurriedly shook off Jiang Lang's hand.

But Jiang Lang's hands are like pliers, tightly handcuffed, and it is difficult to separate.

"Tell the King of the Southeast, let him come to see me in person!" Jiang Lang turned his head to look at the masked man, his voice cold.

The masked man squinted at Jiang Lang, not daring to speak.

"Young marshal, this kind of disrespectful young marshal should be taught a hard lesson! You let me go first, let me beat this guy all over the ground to find his teeth!" Lin Wushuang said viciously, constantly struggling to break free of Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang turned his head to look at Lin Wushuang, and before he could say anything, he just stopped Lin Wushuang's actions with just a look.

"Young marshal, you, you are Jiang Lang?!"

When the masked man heard Lin Wushuang's words, his eyes immediately widened, and he stared at Jiang Lang in disbelief.

Among the three armies, the rumors of Jiang Lang have long been spread, and he is a legendary figure.

Although the Luan Huo Army rarely had contact with other troops, the name of Jiang Lang, the commander of the three armies, should not be underestimated.

Three years ago, Jiang Lang's sudden disappearance made the three armies conclude that Jiang Lang was dead.

Now that he appeared here, the masked man looked at Jiang Lang as if he had seen a ghost.

Jiang Lang let go of his hand and stared at the masked man, "The King of the Southeast should still remember that night!"

"I, I'll go tell the general now!" the masked man was anxious, and turned to leave here.

Seeing such a picture, the arrogant woman stared at the masked man with an angry face, "Hey, what do you mean! My brother asked you to protect me, why can't you even beat a young man? Are you really my brother's right-hand man?"

The masked man stopped, turned to the woman, and hurriedly spoke: "Miss, the stakes are very high, I need to tell the general immediately!"

The words fell, and the masked man quickly left the place.

Without the masked man, the woman's face immediately turned ugly, and she looked at Jiang Lang with a frightened expression.

"You, what do you want to do to me? I can tell you, now is a society governed by the rule of law, if you dare to do anything to me, I will, I will ......" The woman trembled and took several steps back, not daring to face Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang didn't take this woman in his eyes, since she was the sister of the king of the southeast, he would deal with this matter after the king of the southeast came.

However, Lin Wushuang, in the face of such a rude and willful appearance of a woman, couldn't help but scold: "If you dare to be disrespectful to the young marshal, I will cut off your tongue now!"

"Who's going to cut out my sister's tongue!"

At this moment, a man's cold voice sounded.