White Star

The fight between Luo Qingcang and Dayue can only be described by exaggeration, almost from a mold, but the endless changes between the two of them make even these laymen happy.

A few insiders present can truly appreciate the doorway, every punch and every kick of the two is almost not something that can be used overnight, or this kind of fighting, compared to the may be more destiny, it has nothing to do with these routines, the two people win or lose, only let this day decide.

"Liu Scissors back then, Wang Zhaoji's generation is just like this, if we can find such a few fierce people in China, we don't need to mix outside, just eat and wait for death." Gong San'er wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at the two of them who were almost white-hot, Gong San'er, who had a lot of experience and was perverted, was attracted by this duel.

Compared with everyone's surprise, Zhao Kuangchao had the strictest expression, as if he was also thinking about the strictest thing, how far he was from these worlds, Zhao Kuangran had to face this reality, change him to this stage, or the center of this ring, how long can he carry it.

"It has to be strong." Zhao Kuang muttered wildly, so loud that only he could hear it clearly.

"In this world, we seem to be far away." Huang Jiaolong looked at the baby who had also been attracted to the distraction of this battle.

"It's not far, it's too far away." The baby looked at the yellow dragon who was a little wolf, and suddenly felt that the water in Hangzhou, no matter how noisy they were, the protagonist, or the center of the storm, would not be them, how sad it was.

The baby's last smile seems to contain all, there is unwillingness, resentment, helplessness, there are too many, but in the end it is just a turn, leaving the white star, out of reach, even if it is unreachable for a lifetime, but only if it is given up, these things are really out of reach!

"This is the world we live in?" Duan Xueping found that she was tired of the perverted fight downstairs, slowly retracted her seat, looked at the pear blossom who was already stunned, and gently stroked the pear blossom's long hair, and it was at this moment that she felt a little more real, which was enough to prove the strength of the two people downstairs.

"This is, this is this era, there will always be only one mountain higher than another, there will always be only outsiders and people outside the sky, all should never feel how strong they are, we are just strong ants." Luo Yang exhaled heavily, trying his best to exhale all his unwillingness.

"And what am I?" Binzi felt that his worldview had fallen again, and he was completely crushed by the two people downstairs in his not-so-powerful heart, and he always felt as if he had lived in vain.

"The strong or the weak." Luo Yang said a sentence that made Binzi puzzled, in this era where countless worlds are intertwined, it is not terrible to sit in a well and watch the sky, what is terrible is to sit in a well that can never climb out and look at the sky that he can't control, and the toad at that time is the most pitiful toad.

"That's enough, if you keep fighting, Qianwei will really be broken." An old but powerful voice reached everyone's ears.

The two beasts that had completely killed the red-eyed beast finally let go, and the two pairs of eyes looked at an old man who had just arrived, an old man who was not outstanding, but with an exceptionally powerful aura, walked towards the stage step by step, behind him was a burly bearded man, who had been vigilantly looking at the surrounding Yiqiē, like a bodyguard with a very black humor.

"Old guy, you and I can finally fight happily, why are you here to stir up the situation at this time?" Luo Qingcang said with a wry smile, slowly took a few steps back on his legs, took out a cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands, burned it with great effort, and took a deep breath, like a starving ghost who was reincarnated, his eyes were once again fixed on this terrifying Dayue, who was still terrifying in all aspects.

"Qingcang, if you really fight again, you may really die here today." The old man said very seriously, ignoring Luo Qingcang's impolite title of calling him an old fellow.

"I don't believe in fate, don't talk to me about you." Luo Qingcang quickly finished smoking a cigarette, and seemed to be finished, stepping on the cigarette butt, as if he would rush up again, but some trembling bodies exposed a qiē, or he was telling anyone that it was two people who were fighting just now.

"You don't believe in fate, you should always believe in the Qianwei you learned." The old man raised his voice, also a little angry.

"What do you mean, old fellow?" Luo Qingcang didn't seem to want to be mentioned the word Qianwei.

The old man ignored the anxious, walked step by step to Dayue, who was terrifying, looked Dayue up and down, and said with a relieved face: "It seems that Qingsong has found a good heir." ”

The word Qingsong, not only Dayue, but also Zhao Kuangran pricked up his ears to listen, it is hard to imagine that he can hear the name Liu Qingsong again from here.

Looking at Da Yue's hostile gaze, the old man smiled instead, glanced at the hall full of people, and glanced at the bearded man.

Ma Hou comprehended his head and began to clear the field directly, with this old man in charge, this group of second ancestors who watched the excitement and background, only left willingly, of course, they also understood that this fight would not be able to be fought tonight.

"Huang Jiaolong, you and Qing Cang, or the Luo family, you can fight at any time if you want to, but you can't do it tonight." The old man once again shifted his gaze to the baby, who had a calm face.

Huang Jiaolong didn't say anything, silently picked up Yang Dazhuang, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and left, and then Bai Xing, this stage, didn't belong to them, it belonged to these guys who were born out of nowhere.

The originally lively Shirahoshi quieted down, revealing the original appearance of this good night club, but it always reminded people of the idiom of a mess.

There are not many people left, but there are also a lot, a few people from Luo Yang on the second floor, and a woman dressed in extremely traditional clothes stood in the distance, as if blending in with the environment, not inconspicuous, but in the eyes of Zhao Kuanglan and Gong San'er, it looked like a deadly poisonous snake.

"Qing Song is looking for a stubborn temper again, did he tell you that everyone who sees Hui Qianwei should be killed?" Sitting on the chair brought by the horse, the old man said lightly.

Dayue didn't say anything, just clenched his fists tightly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

Zhao Kuang Gong San'er leaned towards Da Yue's side, three against three, but Zhao Kuang was bottomless, just a strong and outrageous Luo Qingcang No, not counting this mysterious old man, this bearded man will never be a good stubble, and even the momentum on his body is stronger than Luo Qingcang, and there is a woman who can play with flying knives in the dark.

Gong San'er seems to be aware of this, or understands the enormity of this matter better, sitting opposite, but the head of the Locke family, a Locke family stronger than the Guo family, what does this mean, how can Gong San'er not understand that in Hangzhou, the Locke family is a piece of heaven, just like the Guo family in Nanjing, which is absolutely not to be provoked.

"I might as well sue you, I can let you die tonight, and I can also let you live, I don't think about any consequences, and there is no need for that." The old man's fingers gently tapped on the chair, and the sound of this knocking could easily be transmitted into people's hearts.

Da Yue didn't speak, he was still silent, he just stepped back, or he regained his senses and slowly retreated behind Zhao Kuangchao, more like a guy who would never be noticed by others.

The old man was stunned, and had to look at Zhao Kuangchao again, a young man with a very uncomfortable gaze.

"This Qianwei is not your Liu family's thing, nor our Locke family's thing, I think Qingsong also knows it, your apprentice knows better, you can't take the Locke family's Qianwei away, if you still want to ask for advice, deal with the old Luo family." The old man's voice was extremely calm, like a pool of water that would never fluctuate.

Dayue was still clenching his fists, obviously having come to such a step, and if he wanted to turn back, he had to expose his spine.

"I don't know what Qianwei is, and I don't know the grievances between your Luo family and the Liu family, I just remember an old man in the mountains, drinking a sip of spirits, smoking a puff of tobacco, and playing a set of punches, he doesn't care if this set of punches believes Luo or Liu, he just likes to fight, and tells his stupid apprentice some stories of the past, but his apprentice is clumsy, how to figure it out, and he has only figured out for more than ten years that he has only figured out that a person who can fight this set of punches is his master's enemy." Zhao Kuang said silently, as if muttering to himself, as if recalling the years in Hutou Mountain, as if it was just yesterday, the old man who likes chess and smoking guns, how is he doing now?

Da Yue looked at Zhao Kuangran, but he could only see Zhao Kuangran's back, it was really like Zhao Kuangran's, his head was stupid, and he couldn't understand how Zhao Kuangchao knew this.

The old man's voice finally trembled a little, as if he had ignored a very strict question.

"Let's go" After the silence, the old man waved his hand in distraction, the grievances between the Luo family and the Liu family back then, no one was wrong or right, but it is true that Liu Qingsong has retired since then, or Liu Qingsong has lost a qiē, if it is him, he can't swallow such a bad breath.

Zhao Kuangchao and the three of them just turned around, and the old man looked at this person who had not been noticed, and it was also this old player in Hangzhou, Gong San'er.

"If you came to Hangzhou for the Gong family, I still advise you to stop, the Gong family is distracted, and they can't get together, just one time ago, Gong Da died, and Gong Er may not survive tonight." The old man admonished.

Gong San'er's steps stopped, turned around, and looked at the old man like this, without words, an incomprehensible expression, from such a mourning dog, but in the end he walked freely.

"The Gong family's qi is really unamassable?" Gong San'er muttered, out of the white star, still struggling with this question.