In one day, from day to night, there were three encounters, which made Duanmu Xu feel that this person might be the person he would fight many times in Xianjing City next. is not only the identity of the disciple of the other party's Vinaya, but also very likely because the other party is close to the Shi family.

The lights of the yamen are always brighter than in other places, let alone the lights of the Shuntian Mansion.

The corridors around the backyard are illuminated by rows of red lanterns, and there is no sense of darkness, and even in the center of the courtyard, Duguheng's expression is still clear.

At this time, Dugu Heng just looked at Duanmu Xu and the two who pushed out the door, his eyes swept from Pan Zhiyan's body, and returned to Duanmu Xu's body. What lonely men and widows love women, he is not interested in. He still wants to see how strong this Huaishuo's team rate is.

Therefore, at this time, Duguheng's gaze was more provocative.

The lights in this backyard were enough for Pan Zhiyan to see this provocation. There was nowhere to vent her frustration after being framed, she turned to Duanmu Xu and said, her tone was much softer than usual, "Brother Bai, some people are born with a bad memory. He fled in disgrace during the day, and at this time he began to show off his might again. After that, there was a string of bell-like laughter.

The sudden laughter at night, no matter how beautiful it sounded originally, was always a little harsh at this time, not to mention that it reached Duguheng's ears.

Dugu Heng took a step forward, and the bluestone bricks under his feet made a muffled sound.

Pan Zhiyan obediently hid behind Duanmu Xu, she could come by herself when she spoke, and let the man come when she punched.

Duanmu Xu naturally protected Pan Zhiyan who was hiding behind him, and looked at the figure that was like an ancient sword not far away, and the battle intent in his heart surged again.

After all, he is still a hot-blooded teenager, although he has grown a lot old under the influence of Uncle Huangfu, but he is not a little timid during the war.

Duanmu Xu also took a step forward, and the bluestone slab under his feet also made a muffled sound.

This muffled sound made Dugu Heng frown.

How can it be?

When he caught fish in the air in Fenglai Pavilion, he naturally judged that this person was taking the road of Mingwei. But at this time, looking at the strength under his feet, it is no less than a thousand catties, and such a strong Ming Wei Realm monk has not really encountered it before.

Dugu Heng knew that he could have such foot strength, it was because of his natural strength and the boiling of various drugs in the sect that he could refine such a body, which was also one of the reasons why he relied on to push the lower realm.

I never thought that such an elusive teenager suddenly appeared from Huaishuo. In the competition in Fenglai Pavilion, he thought that he had lost to a light enemy, not his real combat strength. So when he met again in this Shuntian Mansion, he had the idea of fighting again.

The battle between men must be bloody, let alone two people who are so fierce. Pan Zhiyan retreated into the corridor in a playful manner, and only stopped after feeling a little safe. Although she was a little scared, she also wanted to see this kind of battle between men.

If Dugu Heng's first step can be regarded as beating the drums of war, then Duanmuxu's step is a response.

The drums of war have sounded.

Only five or six steps apart, Duanmu Xu felt the disorder of the air between the two, and was wrapped in the aura and evolved into a silent wave of qi, constantly rolling between the two.

The battle of the Ming Micro Realm lies in the wide coverage of the aura and the density of the coverage, as if the two armies were fighting against each other to seize the fortress.

The waves of air rolled left and right. From an inaudible hum to a shrill buzz.

Neither of the two people standing in the middle of the backyard spoke, as if the sound of the waves was their words. That's really how they talk.

But they're not talking about reason, they're talking about power.

Reason is not in the pitch, but at this time, whether it is justified or not, it needs to be pitched.

The sound of the air waves gradually soared, like the sound of a surging tide, rushing from one side to the other, and back again.

Pan Zhiyan thought to herself, the competition between this man was very different from what she imagined, there was no fist to the flesh, and there was no shouting of killing, but the whirring wind was a little scary.

Onlookers like to watch the excitement, but they don't perceive the danger.

The duel between the two masters of the lower realm is by no means just as simple as being lively.

It was as if the two surges in opposite directions were constantly accumulating amazing energy, and finally met head-on between Duanmu Xu and Dugu Heng, without a single pause, how to collide together.

"Bang ......" "Bang ......"

The originally bright lights in the surrounding corridors were blown out in an instant. The broken lanterns, the panicked Pan Zhiyan, and the figures in the courtyard that had long been invisible were intertwined.

Pan Zhiyan wanted to see the fists to the flesh, but she couldn't see it clearly, and only heard the "bangbang" sound made by the addition of fists and feet.

The sudden extinguishment of the lights in the backyard naturally alarmed the patrols in the palace.

In a few moments, a group of men and horses arrived with lanterns. After changing the lanterns in the corridor one by one, I saw the two people in the courtyard who had already stopped.

People who have been in the government for many years, especially those who can mix with one official and one half-job, are all people with active minds. The people who led the patrol to come over naturally understood that these people living in this backyard were all masters with amazing backgrounds. Where will the person who made the shot be blamed for the damage to the lantern in the palace?

After changing the lanterns, the patrol pair stood in the hallway. He neither rebuke nor ask. They were waiting for the man in charge of the government to come.

The person in charge of the government is naturally Liu Guofan, the governor of the government. After a thrilling day, I finally took a break. In a daze, he seemed to dream that his treasured antique porcelain vase was broken, and his whole heart was empty, and his heart was so distressed that he couldn't do it. Well, no, wasn't the porcelain vase in an iron box in the secret room?

Oh, fortunately, it was a dream, a false alarm. When Liu Guofan was secretly rejoicing, he suddenly realized that this was a voice from the other courtyard.

The chaotic footsteps kept coming, so that Liu Guofan couldn't sleep anymore, so he could only turn over, put on his clothes indiscriminately, and then got up and rushed to the other courtyard.

There are three unusual people living there. If something happens in his own mansion again, not only will he miss the investigation of the thirteen princes, but he will probably not be able to explain it if he is investigated.

Hurrying slowly, Liu Guofan finally came to the courtyard where Duanmuxu and the others were. The guards patrolling in the palace naturally dispersed, and Liu Guofan saw the two people in the courtyard at a glance. Sure enough, it was not enough for these two to compete in the Fenglai Pavilion, and they refused to give up in their own Shuntian Mansion.

"Even if the two of them are itchy and itchy, they can learn from Master Li of the Zhenfu Division when the time comes, why bother disturbing the tranquility of the mansion in the middle of the night? You must know that the big case of the Thirteen Princes has not yet been solved, and when the time comes, the Holy Lord will be furious, whether it is a place outside the square or not, or who is behind it, the consequences are not something you and I can bear. ”

Liu Guofan not only mentioned Li Mu, but also mentioned the emperor. He knew that if he wanted to make these two people fearful, he could only talk about his fist Li Mu, and if he wanted to talk about power, he could only be the emperor, anyway, it was not him, the Yin of Shuntian Mansion.

Liu Guofan's voice, hearing the ears of those patrolling camps, was naturally like thunder, but in Duanmuxu and Dugu Heng, they were all innocuous words.