The winter wind is bitter and can't blow through this cloud of white clouds.

Yu Liming, who is the guardian of Jiangnan Province, personally drove to Anhu Province, dressed in ordinary coarse linen clothes, with brown threads on his shoulders, but his skin like jade exuded a light that nothing could hide.

After a moment.

Eight thousand meters away, in the depths of the Chihu Lan Sect, an angry snort came out: "Yu Liming, I will investigate this matter clearly, and then report to the Sect Alliance." ”

Conspicuous.

The Martial Sect of the Chihu Lan Sect was extremely angry, but it was not clear what the sect leader Huang Zicheng had done.

"Huh. ”

"You also deserve to be angry?" Yu Liming's eyes were bright purple, and his face was as cold as frost: "Back then, the Qingshan Sect poured all the whole sect up, but you fled with the Chihu Lan Sect, and now you still have the face to slander the Qingshan Sect?"

The rest of the sects can be slandered, but the Chihu Lan Sect can't!

The sound is mighty, and it is transmitted for 8,000 meters.

This is completely different from the air transmission of the three realms of martial arts, it is still possible to transmit sound hundreds of meters, but it is more than 8,000 meters, which is beyond the scope of air transmission...... Even if the military generals tried their best to roar, they couldn't spread so far.

Whew.

The winter wind blew all over the withered land, and two or three birds soared into the blue sky and flew past Yu Liming, seemingly unaware of Yu Liming's existence.

He stood in the clouds, his eyes sparkling.

These eyes glowing with light violet fluorescence looked in the southeast direction, more than ten kilometers away, and seemed to see Ning Moli and Han Dong who were driving away, and the corners of their mouths outlined a smile.

I came here because I was worried about accidents.

After all.

Ning Moli had already fallen to the dust, and if the martial arts sect of the Chihu Lan Sect made an angry move, I am afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Old man Chi. ”

Yu Liming left a sentence faintly: "Look at your posture of not knowing the sky and the earth...... Since you're so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"

Anyway.

Yu Liming's body turned, turned into an undetectable purple light, and left through the air.

......

Large martial arts sect, Chihu Lan Sect.

The light gray stone gate completely collapsed and turned into rubble everywhere.

A large amount of dust and mud and rocks filled the air, and the sound of collision was still lingering in all directions, and the ground under his feet still felt a shaking sensation, as if he had experienced a natural disaster of nature.

The surrounding flowers and trees are all withered and broken.

The chaotic flow of air highlights the aftermath of the collision.

"Boom. ”

The young and beautiful disciple standing in the distance pulled the corners of her lips, only to feel her legs trembling, and she almost couldn't stand steadily.

The rest of the disciples are also similar.

Rao is core disciples and elders of the Martial Generals Realm were also trembling, their faces revealing a dazed and uneasy look that went deep into the bone marrow.

"Where's the Sect Master?"

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who shouted.

In an instant, everyone's eyes converged on the collapse of the mountain gate, and the blood stains could be faintly seen, and the heart suddenly felt cold, and the pressure of the mountain was like an abyss.

Heavy.

It was as if a dark cloud hung over the final ending.

"Ahh

"Sect Master!"

The winter sun shone on the sad black-haired old man, and after staggering four or five steps, he rushed to the place where the mountain gate had collapsed.

Bang la blah.

The black-haired old man's palms glowed, and he flicked the gravel.

The so-called chaotic stone accumulation, in front of the solid internal force of the Martial Sect Realm, was as weak as tofu, and the black-haired old man only slapped five or six palms, and smashed the gravel that buried the sect leader Huang Zicheng on the spot.

"Sect Master?"

The black-haired old man spoke in a trembling voice and looked at Huang Zicheng.

His eyes seemed to be rolling with tears, he couldn't believe it, he looked at Huang Zicheng, the head of the sect with a face like gold paper and lifelessness, turned to look at everyone, and shouted desolately: "In my opinion, the sect master is afraid that he will die!"

What the?

Everyone in the audience was shocked, their bodies were shaky, and even some elder disciples simply fell to the ground unconscious, unable to withstand such a serious blow.

Snort.

Huang Zicheng's chest moved, and blood foamed at the corners of his mouth.

"Sect Master!?" The black-haired old man looked back, overjoyed, and said excitedly: "Sect Master, you are not dead yet, it's really good." ”

Snort.

Huang Zicheng continued to bleed from the corners of his mouth, and without saying a word, he stared straight at the black-haired old man.

"Sect Master?" The black-haired old man took half a step forward and said with a sneer: "I said a long time ago, Sect Master, you are so powerful, how can you die? ”

As soon as this statement came out.

Huang Zicheng's eyes widened, staring at the black-haired old man, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood, his head drooped to the side, and he didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead.

"In my opinion. ”

"The sect master is just unconscious. The black-haired old man sighed secretly, and hurriedly supported the sect leader Huang Zicheng and returned to the sect to recuperate.

Side.

Chen Xi stood inside the mountain gate, looking at the stone mountain gate that no longer existed.

"Hmph. ”

"Han Dong, who has both world-class characteristics, you are indeed outrageously strong. The corners of his mouth drew a sneer: "But no matter how outrageous it is, you have beaten the real Martial Sect Realm?"

In less than a month, he will definitely become a martial artist.

Chen Xi swore secretly

In the battle of the world in mid-March after the year, he competed against the contemporary Tianjiao, and by the way, Han Dong understood what the fiasco of falling flowers and flowing water was, and what was the invincible real force.

As for the present.

Chen Xi looked at the collapsed mountain gate with a pale face, and left in silence.

The rest of the elders, disciples, and disciples left the mountain road silently, or returned to the main hall to eat some warm dishes, or returned to the living area, silently in a daze.

It's the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Han Dong, a disciple of the Qingshan Sect, defeated the disciples of the Chihu Lan Sect here.

Ning Moli, the sect leader of the Qingshan Sect, cast the Five Directions Flame Dragon, collapsed the mountain gate, and seriously injured Huang Zicheng, the head of the first sect of the Chihu Lan Sect.

——

The clock goes on.

The atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is still hovering on the land of China.

Some people happily sing the praises of the motherland, some people enjoy leisure and steal their lives, some people dance and play indulgently, and of course, there are also people who unswervingly stick to their posts.

Snort.

A pitch-black red flag LA parked at the front of the Coddo Hotel.

In the driver's seat, sitting sat Gaishi Han Dong, who had just assisted other defense formations and successfully intercepted the clan-level ghosts, he dusted off his shirt and hung up the parking gear with palpitations.

"Sect-level ghosts, it's really terrifying. ”

"Fortunately, I harvested hundreds of gray and white air currents in the Qingshan Sect, which greatly enhanced my physical fitness, and also indirectly strengthened my senses, making my inspiration even stronger. ”

Ponder for a moment.

He rubbed his brow lightly twice, exhausted.

The sect-level ghosts have condensed into a materialized Sensen ghost body, ignoring any sunlight, and can easily disturb the internal structure of martial arts practitioners.

If it weren't for the suppression of inspiration, I am afraid that all of them would have died in battle.

If it weren't for the delay of only three minutes, I'm afraid Han Dong wouldn't be able to protect the rest of the members.

"Something is wrong. ”

"Before that, the inspiration was clearly not so strong. He frowned, and then closed his eyes.

There was silence in the car.

He carefully perceived the extraordinary inspiration in his mind, as if the sea god needle was magnificent, containing the spirit of suppressing the sky.

If I'm not mistaken,

The inspiration seems to have gotten a little stronger.

Han Dong groaned a little stunned, and said secretly: "Could it be that a wisp of gray air can strengthen the senses of the body? After all, inspiration also belongs to the senses of the body. ”

Suddenly.

The window knocks softly.

Han Dong retracted his thoughtful thoughts and looked out the window: "Wen Zheng?"

"Mr. Han. ”

As the person in charge of the daily official affairs of the top leader of the Suhe City Government, Wen Zheng bowed slightly, and his attitude was extremely respectful.

Because.

The huge prefecture-level city of Suhe, the recorded military generals in the realm, there is only one Han Dong!

Moreover, Wen Zheng vaguely knew that Han Dong was not an ordinary martial arts realm, and I am afraid that he was also an extremely strong existence among martial arts practitioners in the martial arts realm.

Boom.

The doors close.

After Han Dong got out of the car, he stretched his waist, and then smiled lightly: "It's only the fifth day of the new year, do you have to invite me to dinner?"

"The meaning of leadership. Wen Zheng said with a smile.

"Leader? That's your leader. Han Dong glanced at Wen Zheng and said slowly: "I'm a little tired, and I want to go home to rest." I'm just going to give you ten minutes. ”

Anyway.

He took out his car keys and locked the Hongqi LA remotely.

There are occasional pedestrians passing by, all of whom glance at the pitch-black car curiously, and they can't understand that this is the brand, but they always feel that it is a bit high-end.

"Mr. Han. ”

Wen Zheng, who was standing on the side, changed his complexion, and said anxiously: "I'm afraid ten minutes is not enough, the leader still wants to talk to you more and understand some of the situation." ”

Kindness?

Han Dong looked at Wen Zheng: "Let's talk?"

"Exactly. Wen Zheng hurriedly said: "The leader is very busy every day, and I finally found time today, and I ask Mr. Han to understand." ”

Contralateral.

Han Dong tidied up his dark windbreaker, and the wind was light: "Without us sticking to our posts, your so-called supreme leader is not qualified to be busy at all." ”

Wen Zheng's face changed slightly, and he endured the discomfort: "Post?"

"Well, you don't have the right to know. Han Dong smiled meaningfully and said in a low voice: "If it weren't for the face of my uncle Han Wenguang and Gao Liangan, what do you think ...... The supreme leader of Suhe, please move me?"

Anyway.

He strode into the Wego Hotel.

And Wen Zheng, who was delicate and moody, was stunned in place, and unbelievable horror flashed in his eyes.

Until this moment.

Wen Zheng finally understood who the top leader proposed the corporate policy of tax exemption and support.

......

Meanwhile, the 19th floor of the Corigo Hotel.

Bang bang.

The sound of pushing the cup and changing the lamp resounded in the golden private room.

This is a classic suite from Coddo Hotels, with a light-coloured carpet and a round table about four or five metres in diameter, with two round tables that can seat many people around and are designed for class reunions, company dinners and other events.

Especially during the Chinese New Year, there are discounts.

"Ahem. ”

"Old classmates. A slightly thin middle-aged man, with slightly white sideburns, but his eyes were bright, and his aura was extraordinary: "After so many years, it is the first time that our class is so complete, let me count, there are more than 30 people." ”

Beside.

Someone responded with a smile: "Luo Dong, there are thirty-nine people in total." ”

"Haha, yes, yes, thirty-nine. The thin, short-haired middle-aged man bowed his head lightly and said two sentences, while the rest of the old classmates listened quietly, their eyes showing respect, and there were some flattering thoughts.

This Luo Quan is probably the most successful person in the class.

Immediately.

After Luo Quan finished speaking, Shi Shiran sat down and looked to the side: "When I went to school, I remember that you were high-spirited and pointed out Jiangnan, which was not a problem...... What, don't you drink some?"

"Han Wenzhi. ”

He sighed faintly, poured himself a little liquor, and then looked at Han Wenzhi, someone next to him poured a whole glass of liquor for Han Wenzhi in order to curry favor with Luo Quan, who was worth more than 100 million.

Click.

Luo Quan picked up the wine glass with only a little foundation, and said with a smile: "A glass of wine sipes enmity...... Han Wenzhi, do you want to drink?"