Outside of Port City.

There is a small hill, the mountain is flat in a row, the rocks are dark, and the strange rocks are jagged and protruding, distributed around the hill, like tentacles.

Because it resembles a centipede, it is also called Centipede Ridge by the older generation.

When it comes to Centipede Ridge, I'm afraid that many young people don't know it, but if it mentions its other name, everyone in Hong Kong City knows it.

Nebula Top!

Decades ago, the Zhuo family sprung up, and Zhuo Xinghai really became famous all over the world, becoming a generation of feng shui masters, and his prestige shocked the port city.

Zhuo's family is located on the top of this mountain.

Every night when the moon is full, there is a strange image on the top of the mountain, the bright moon hangs high, the stars sway, and thousands of millimeters of light hang down, illuminating the entire mountaintop.

Nebula Peak, hence the name.

Rumble!

A powerful momentum erupted from the main courtyard of the Zhuo family, like a hurricane, quickly sweeping towards the surroundings.

The momentum is like a knife, and where it passes, the grass and trees are broken.

Huanghuang is overwhelmed, like a volley of the sun: and like a giant peak falling, the people of the Zhuo family are out of breath.

There were also many servants who were so frightened by this momentum that their legs trembled, and they fell to their knees with a puff, not daring to raise their heads.

"What's going on?"

Everyone in the Zhuo family was shocked and looked at the main room of the Zhuo family.

There, it is the residence of Zhuo Xinghai, a feng shui master and head of the Zhuo family.

"Bold, you actually killed my son, the old man wants to crush your bones inch by inch, taste the torture of the world, and avenge my son. ”

A terrible cry, like rolling thunder, rolled over the nebula, resounding in everyone's ears.

"What!Young Master Mu Chen was killed?"

"Young Master Mu Chen's strength is incomparable, unless it is the master's shot, who can kill him. ”

"God, how is this possible, even Zhou Banxian and Master Yu Feng don't dare to act like this. ”

......

Hearing Zhuo Xinghai's roar, everyone shouted in disbelief with an incredulous expression.

Zhuo Muchen, the top genius of the young generation in Hong Kong City, is already invincible at a young age, second only to Zhou Yunran.

Even if he is a disciple of Master Yu Feng, his strength may be stronger than Zhuo Muchen.

In terms of talent alone, he will also be crushed by Zhuo Muchen.

He is the hope of the Zhuo family, the future of the Zhuo family, and can lead the Zhuo family to glory and become a real family.

What's more, he is also the son of Feng Shui master Zhuo Xinghai, even if it is Zhou Banxian and Master Yu Feng, if they want to kill him, they have to worry about three points.

Who the hell is so bold and arrogant and unscrupulous.

In the Chamber of Secrets.

An old man stood tall, and an endless terrifying momentum, like an abyss and a sea, emanated from his body and rippled towards the surroundings.

The whole person, like a volcano about to erupt, is manic and violent.

"The old man swore again that he would cut you with a thousand knives and avenge my son. ”

His face was grim, his breath was terrifying, and his eyes were burning with raging fire, almost bursting out, and he gritted his teeth.

The entire secret room, the fierce wind was stirring, like a sharp knife, with powerful attack power.

Under the grandmaster, if you touch it, you will die.

Meanwhile.

In the cruise ship, news circulated rapidly, and in an instant, it had spread throughout the entire port city.

Zhuo Muchen, the eldest young man of the Zhuo family, was killed with a snap of his fingers.

Everyone in the Lu family made a bet, refused to admit defeat, and was cut off by that person to set an example.

No matter which piece of news, it is enough to shake the port city and make countless people dumbfounded and speechless.

The Lu family in the port city, which is a century-old family, is deeply rooted and has a profound heritage.

The tentacles are all over the port city, and no one knows how much energy the Lu family has except for the head of the Lu family.

Even Li Bancheng and Guo Deming have to be afraid.

With such a strong family, the clansman had his arm broken, even though he was a side disciple, it was enough to break the earth.

What's even more shocking is that Zhuo Muchen was killed.

That is Zhuo Muchen, the second day of Hong Kong City, second only to Zhou Yunran of the Zhou family, the son of Feng Shui master Zhuo Xinghai, and the future head of the Zhuo family.

Compared with Lu Yuankang and others, I don't know how much more noble the identity is, which is enough to be compared with the head of the Lu family.

Such characters, all killed, are unbelievable.

The threat of a Feng Shui master is definitely countless times better than that of the Lu family.

Who the hell is so mad about it?

An ordinary courtyard.

In the courtyard, an old man was sitting cross-legged, wearing a long robe, his face was vicissitudes of life, and his face was full of energy.

One breath after another, like two spiritual snakes, drilled into his nose and went straight into the dantian cycle.

"Master, I just got the news that Zhuo Muchen was killed. ”

A man in a strong suit stepped forward, looked respectful, and whispered.

This man's breath is calm, sharp and sharp, his eyes are like electricity, and faintly, there is a domineering and majestic aura.

He turned out to be a supreme grandmaster!

In the martial arts world, once you enter the supreme realm, that is, the carp turns into a dragon, high up, the same as the respect of the Ninety-Five, and is worshiped by the martial artists of the world.

But this person actually bowed to the old man in front of him, respectful and humble.

What kind of identity does this old man have, and he has such majesty.

"Tell your disciples not to move anything, everything is as usual. ”

The old man opened his eyes, and with a penetrating power, his gaze shot straight into the sky, and said slowly.

"Yes!"

The man glanced up at the sky, the starry sky was vast, starry, everything was the same.

Immediately, he went down to restrain his disciples.

For the master's words, he didn't dare to disobey the half, not only because the old man was his master, but also because of the identity of the old man.

Master of the Wind of Gloom!

"The real dragon is pouring in, and the wind is blowing in the sky!"

Seeing his disciples leaving, Master Yu Feng looked at the starry sky and said something slowly.

In his eyes, the starry sky changed.

Patches of clouds converged from all directions and condensed into a huge cloud that covered the entire port city.

If you look closely, the stars covered by the clouds, the lines are intertwined and hooked, and they actually form a long dragon.

The long dragon covers the sky and dances the wind and clouds.

Port City, a real dragon is coming!

At the foot of Jiulong Mountain, there are several ordinary courtyards, which are scattered and look pleasing to the eye.

"It's him, he must have done it. ”

In the courtyard, Zhou Yunran said firmly.

In his mind, the figure of a handsome young man appeared, his expression was gentle and indifferent, and there was a wordless momentum when he raised his hands and feet.

Even he, under such momentum, is inferior by three points.

On Taiping Mountain, a discussion of feng shui made him feel a lot.

Before, he thought that he was unparalleled in talent, and he was the first person in Hong Kong City in a hundred years.

Such as Zhuo Muchen and his ilk, although they are known as the second day of the port city, they are not taken into his eyes at all.

If you don't join the grandmaster, you are all ants.

The gap cannot be described in words.

Until he met Qin Hao, this god-like man, who pointed out the country while talking and laughing, and built a lofty house, like an initiation, which made him suddenly enlightened.

Speech and demeanor, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the view is insignificant, and the eyes are fluttering like immortals, not like ordinary people.

Zhou Yunran faintly felt that even his grandfather Zhou Banxian was a little bit ethereal to Qin Hao.

"I didn't expect you to have such a bit of courage, didn't you even pay attention to Zhuo Xinghai?" Zhou Yunran muttered.