The person who wrote the letter wanted to ask him to see him, and the person who paid for it was Tang Qiu!

Tang Qiu, the most outstanding disciple of the Tang Sect in Sichuan, one of the most terrifying and incurable poisons in the world, is in his hands.

"In the battle of Taihu Lake that day, Tang Qiu was seriously injured and fled, he didn't hide his name, and even asked me to meet, did he really think that I wouldn't dare to move him with the Tang Sect behind my back?" Nangong Chu's hand shook, and the letter paper in his hand suddenly turned into powder and floated down.

Qu Ling sneered and said, "The Tang Sect will never offend us for a crippled Tang Qiu, what is his purpose?

"See, of course, I would also like to know what his idea is. Nangong Chu's eyes narrowed, and Dao essence light burst out from under his eyes, and his words were suffocatingly cold.

Tang Qiu, a man with a broken arm, was not even as good as Ye Feng and other disciples in cultivation, and with Nangong Chu's current invincible strength, he was not afraid of what tricks he would play.

"But...... There is a colorful smoke miasma in his hand, it is a poisonous thing, we still have to be careful!" Qu Ling's face suddenly became solemn.

She is a master of using poison, and his master is the southern poison king Miao Jiang Spear Dragon. The spear dragon, known as the poison venerable, is one of the two major drug users today, with a body of poison skills, and the master of the Tang Sect.

Qu Ling, as a disciple of the spear dragon, of course knew that there was no cure for that kind of poison. And the colorful smoke and cloud miasma of the Tang Gate is one of them.

"Colorful smoke and clouds?" Nangong Chu smiled, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled Qu Ling into his arms, and said, "You probably don't know how terrifying the martial artists of the True Martial Realm are, as long as they are willing, even the air can't get close to them!"

"Really?" Qu Ling's pretty face swelled with two blushes, and Qian Qianyu's fingers drew circles on Nangong Chu's solid chest. Qu Ling, who is usually as cold as a thousand years of ice, is now a daughter.

In the room, there were only two people, and the ambiguous atmosphere suddenly diffused.

Nangong Chu looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, but saw that the red lips were dripping, the cherry mouth was slightly open, and the water chestnut horns and sexy lips seemed to be full of endless temptation.

Even if Megumi Yanagishita is reborn, it will definitely be difficult to sit still. What's more, that Yanagishita Megumi may be an incompetent person at all, with a beautiful woman in his arms, although he is itching, he can't do anything!

Nangong Chu, not Yanashita Hui, his body is normal than ordinary people I don't know how many times, it is difficult for him to refuse, and he doesn't want to refuse, so as soon as he lowered his head, he kissed the cherry mouth.

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In the middle of Mt. Fuji, in a dark hall, there are no lights here, only a few torches stuck in the walls, and the flickering light of the fire makes the visibility in the hall not so high.

Such a scene is like returning to the era of slash-and-burn farming in ancient times. A strange aura surged through the spacious hall. In the middle of the hall sat a tall chair.

The evil aura emanated from this man's body, a man like a devil, with a pair of demonic eyes and a pale face, like a demon crawling out of hell.

The black hair is like a waterfall, neatly hanging down from the back of the head, and the age seems to be about thirty or forty years old, but it gives people a strange feeling of going through all the vicissitudes of life.

It's like a middle-aged monster who has lived for endless years.

Suddenly, this tall middle-aged man, a strange dark red blood burst out of his eyes, and then, a cold and cruel smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, outside the hall, there was an extremely slight sound of footsteps, so faint that it was almost inaudible. If it were an ordinary person, of course, he would not be able to hear it, but this guy sitting in the hall would definitely not be an ordinary person when he looked horizontally and vertically.

The heavy stone door slowly moved to both sides, and the group walked into the gloomy hall. The first one was Adrian.

A few hours later, a large number of Iga ninjas secretly walked out of the hidden base camp and secretly descended Mount Fuji.

Almost at the same time, all the major organizations in the Western cultivation world received signs of abnormal actions from the blood clan and werewolves. Many Bloods and Werewolves flew directly to Asia.

In the evening, in Huaxia, the capital, and the Dragon Group's Tenglong Pavilion, a piece of information was handed to the desktop of the Dragon Group's supreme leader, Heavenly Sword Ling Jiechen.

Soon, the various institutions under the Dragon Group took action, and one after another instructions were sent out like snowflakes, and then, the entire ancient martial arts world became unusual.

Suppression, Xiao killing, wind and rain are coming, the spirit of all Chinese martial artists is tense, and a super storm that may sweep the cultivation world in the East and West is gradually forming.

After an emergency meeting with the high-level of the dragon group, Ling Jiechen was on the Tenglong Pavilion, looking out of the window, in the courtyard outside, a rockery stood in a pond, and in the clear water, koi fish could be seen swimming back and forth.

"The sky is high and the birds can fly, and the sea is wide and the fish can leap! It's time for the younger generation to experience all kinds of risks in the cultivation world, under the protection of their wings, it is difficult for them to really grow up!" Ling Jiechen stared at the swimming fish in the pond outside the courtyard, and after a long time, he seemed to have a feeling.

As a result, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei and other sects that have not had disciples walking in the world for a long time have also begun to prepare to send elite disciples from the sect to go down the mountain and participate in this unprecedented storm.

Dongfang, Murong, Lingnan Deng family, and the Nangong family, which is the strongest among the major ancient martial arts families, have also taken action.

The Nangong family has the support of the huge intelligence network of the Fog Hidden Building, but it is already at the forefront of the major families, and the assets under their names have already sent the twenty-five "Dark Dragon Guards" to guard it.

In addition to Ye Feng, the Shan family brothers, and the cultivation of the Dragon Fifteenth successfully broke through to the sixth order of the ancient martial arts, the cultivation of the other members of the "Dark Dragon Guard" has all reached the realm of the fifth order of the ancient martial arts.

The fifth order of ancient martial arts, in the ancient martial arts world of China, can be regarded as a rare master.

And Zhao Xueqi, the boss of Haotian Real Estate, also appeared beside two tower-like bodyguards to protect her safety. The appearance of these two bodyguards often steals the limelight from Zhao Xueqi.

Because these two bodyguards are so eye-catching, with short silver hair, even the eyebrows are silver, and the tall and strong physique like a bodybuilder, it is impossible not to attract people's attention.

These two big-guy bodyguards who stole the limelight of the big beauty Zhao Xueqi are, of course, the Shan Xiong and Shan Xin, these two Shan brothers.

The two ancient martial arts sixth-order masters accompanied them to protect, even if they were world-class rich, they did not have this treatment. The sixth-order master of the ancient martial arts is not something that can be invited if he has money.

Alyssa, the Holy See saintess of the Holy See who fled to Huaxia and took refuge in Nangong Chu, and Anna, the little princess of the Field family, did not dare to go there during this extraordinary period.

If they go outside, if they are not careful, if they take shit luck, and they meet the masters of the ancient martial arts world, then their lives will be in danger. After all, it was a very dangerous thing for people from the Western cultivation world to appear in Huaxia now.

They could only obediently hide in the Qinglong Building, the temporary base camp of the Nangong family.

Taihu Lake, on a small island, a silver-haired guy with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, lying on the grass, cocking Erlang's legs. Behind him, in the distance, was a construction site in full swing, a magnificent main body of the building, which had already revealed its outline.

"Boring, boring!" Ye Feng jumped up from the grass with a carp, spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and turned to look at the construction site.

There, hundreds of busy construction workers are sweating. The garden-like layout can already be seen.

"Master is really generous, and he actually turned the whole island into a super garden, which really makes people rise up and see after it is built. Ye Feng muttered to himself.

Nangong family, I will be the eldest disciple of Nangong family in the future. Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and a determined and adoring gaze burst out from his eyes.

Looking back on the past, he Ye Feng was just a gangster on the street, living a life without a meal. Since he met Nangong Chu, his life has completely changed, and his master, Nangong Chu, led him into a world of boiling blood, a world of martial artists.

Thinking of the past, Ye Feng couldn't help but be stupid.

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Two days later, one night, a car drove along a rugged path in a low mound on the outskirts of Shanghai.

When I came to Tugangxia, the car stopped, the door opened, and a middle-aged man who was not tall, looked mediocre, and walked on the street with absolutely no attention.

There was another person in the car, it should be the driver, the driver did not get out of the car, and the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance walked up to the earthen hill alone.

A cool breeze blew, but one of the sleeves of the middle-aged man's shirt fluttered with the wind, and the right sleeve was empty, and there was no trace of the arm in it.

This middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance turned out to be a one-armed man, with a right arm, missing, and an empty sleeve fluttering at the position of his arm.

"Sure enough, it's Tang Qiu!" The cold wind howled, and two figures were suspended in the sky, it was a man and a woman, and the night wind, although it was cold, could not blow on the two of them.

The clothes on the bodies of the two young men and women, not even their hair, fluttered with the cold wind from above, and an unfathomable force kept the wind out.

These two people are Nangong Chu and Qu Ling.

Nangong Chu put his arm around Qu Ling with one hand, but his eyes were staring at the one-armed middle-aged man on the mound below. His face was cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Let's go down!" Qu Ling said.

"Hmm!" Nangong Chu nodded, and then walked towards the earth hill below. Twenty miles from heaven to earth were all within the scope of his divine consciousness.

Nangong Chu noticed that the driver in the sedan did not have any vitality fluctuations on his body, and seemed to be an ordinary person.

"Tang Qiu, I didn't expect you to dare to come to me!" A cold voice came from the air, and then the purple light flashed on the mound, and two figures appeared in front of the one-armed middle-aged man.