"Boom"

The entire building was filled with a roaring sound and a faint vibration, which spilled dust and wood chips from the roof of the building.

The two black panthers from outside the territory let out a whimpering sound, but because they were chained, they could only hide in Tibet, dodging the falling debris, and looked unusually embarrassed.

The dust gradually dissipated, and the whole space gradually became clear.

Even with such a violent ripple impact, the candles in the entire building were still bright, and I don't know what material it was.

The two people at the bottom still retained the action of waving the knife, the old man stood horizontally, and the left Yin knife was swung out.

The two of them kept moving like this, motionless, like stone sculptures.

"Click-"

The knife in Zuo Yin's hand let out a mournful roar, and then broke from it.

The Fire Tiger Riding Knife, who had followed him for a month, collapsed like this.

Zuo Yin was stunned on the spot, but found that he had quietly changed dramatically.

In his body, the original trickle has become a surging river, and between the turnovers, there seems to be an invisible force that is strengthening his body and mind.

And with the movement of his own mind, it seems that he can control this new power of the body.

It's like another limb of your own.

Seeing Zuo Yin looking at his body inward, Dugu Ye showed a look of surprise on his face, and said with emotion: "You doll, you are really a natural battlefield talent, under the near-death crisis just now, you can break through yourself, and this ability is no one." ”

Even with the old man's explanation, Zuo Yin still has some kind of mustard in his heart.

Because he believed that if he was a little weak in the two of them just now, then he would be hit unimaginably hard.

It's not the pain of the body, but one of your own hearts, which may be worn out.

But thinking of the scene just now, he was able to break through after all, so Zuo Yin arched his hand and said, "Thank you seniors." ”

Dugu Ye waved his hand, didn't take it to heart, he said disdainfully: "Little doll, this is what you deserve, if you just have the intention of retreating, you are not qualified to learn the 'Angry Sea', as for whether you will dissipate because of this, then it is not up to the old man and me to manage." ”

The old man's words were clear, and Zuo Yin also knew the danger just now, but he put it behind his back.

It is not a wise choice to dwell too much on this matter, since Dugu Ye can bluntly say the danger just now, it means that this matter is over.

Zuo Yin thought about the changes in his body, hesitated slightly, and arched his hand: "Dare to ask my seniors, can I be regarded as a Qi Fusion Realm?" ”

"Haha-" As soon as the words fell, Dugu Ye burst into wild laughter, as if he had discovered something interesting, he snapped the wall behind him, and then, a hole appeared quietly.

In Zuo Yin's stunned, two huge plates appeared, and the fresh fragrance of food wafted in.

Dugu Ye looked at Zuo Yin and raised his eyebrows, "Little doll, let's talk about eating enough, in the next few days, you just pray that you don't collapse, hehe-"

The old man's laughter was very strange.

Didn't answer the question he just asked.

Although they have already fought each other, Zuo Yin's vigilance against Dugu Ye has not yet dissipated.

This old man behaves strangely, and his temperament is also very strange, and if he is in a bad mood, he will think of ways to torture him, and he will also call it "exercise".

Zuo Yin doesn't want to fold here in vain, be careful, it's always right.

Fortunately, the old man seems to have not talked to anyone for a long time, and he is talking about sex.

The two of them faced each other, two feet apart, chatting about the past while pulling the food.

Dugu Ye seemed to have a high status back then, and he knew a lot of things well, but unfortunately, the old man was only willing to say what he wanted to tell.

He swallowed a piece of meat, burped with satisfaction, and then stretched out his chopsticks and pointed: "If you want me to say, those famous generals back then, what I admired the most was Murong Chui, if he hadn't been beheaded by your Lu Xuanjue for thousands of miles, and the battle of Huangqi Lake, I can't say who won and who lost." ”

Zuo Yin smiled bitterly, the old man still couldn't let go of the past, and then he thought of something and asked: "Dare to ask the old-timers, who was the commander of the Red Armor Heavy Cavalry in the Battle of Huangqi Lake back then?" ”

Unexpectedly, Zuo Yin just asked, Dugu Ye looked at Zuo Yin like an idiot, "Why do you doll talk so much nonsense, of course it's Zhao Ponu." ”

Zuo Yin is clear, Zhao Ponu, Lu Dingbei, those people back then, their names all include some kind of sustenance from their families.

As for Murong Chui, Zuo Yin has heard of it, it was a famous general known as the "Green Ghost" back then, who was able to resist the terrifying existence of Lu Dingbei, the king of Yan, and Wu Jing, the Duke of Weiguo.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was killed by Lu Xuanjue's surprise attack, which can be called a bit funny.

Zuo Yin thought as he swallowed the last bite of his meal.

To be honest, the food here is still quite good, but there is too much meat and too few dishes, but seeing the old man's gobbling, it is estimated that he is taking care of this old man from Beiban.

Seeing Zuo Yin looking at him, the old man grinned, showing his teeth, and said in a hurry: "There is another secret, about Lu Xuanyu, do you want to hear it?" ”

Zuo Yin thought of Lu Muchu and moved towards the old man, wanting to hear more clearly.

Unexpectedly, Dugu Ye suddenly burst out, and the qi condensation blade in his hand appeared, and a knife slashed towards Zuo Yin.

Zuo Yin's heart was shocked, but he still retained his mobility, and it was too late to take the broken knife on the ground now, he couldn't, so he had to cross his hands to protect his chest.

Ripples flashed.

The killing machine dissipated.

Dugu Ye scattered the knife and said lightly: "The knife is in the hand, and the knife is not in the hand, you doll is really two temperaments, the real strong man relies on the blade in his heart, not in his hand." ”

The old man's words were mentioning Zuo Yin again, but just now the two were still talking and laughing, and this suddenly broke out.

It's really hard to prevent.

In the next few days, for Zuo Yin, it was extremely devastating.

Dugu Ye is simply, no, he is a madman, when Zuo Yin is eating, when he is sleeping left and right, the old man is suddenly killed.

Zuo Yin could only force himself, condense his own breath, and at first he could only defend passively, but then he was gradually able to release his own airflow, and even slowly had the appearance of a blade.

In this way, Zuo Yin was a little pleased.

When the blade is in hand, he will be able to draw the tiger like the cat and the tiger and use the "angry sea".

As for the sneak attack, the old man will only stop when it is convenient for him to be left and right.

In this regard, it is quite kind.

One old and one young, within these three-story buildings, keep fighting.

On Zuo Yin's body, unconsciously, his body is also changing drastically

Northland, Yan County

Not long after the Spring Festival, the bustling streets are full of people.

It's just that suddenly, a wolf howl came out, and the people who understood immediately leaned towards the side of the road, and when they saw a stupid person who was stunned on the spot, the well-wisher quickly pulled them away from the middle of the road.

Immediately, the huge white wolf rushed forward, followed by hundreds of pitch-black cavalry, the cavalry was at the front, and the leader was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen, who had both the rebelliousness of a young man and some mature atmosphere.

The messy hair on his head adds a touch of wild charm to him.

The young man's thin lips were tightly closed, and there was a hint of anger on his brow, which was intimidating.

He was dressed in light black armor, and above his armor was a white wolf's head.

Hundreds of black cavalry are the most elite "broken army" of the Xuanbei Army.

A group of people stopped in front of the Huang family's mansion in Yan County.

Huang Jing, the patriarch of the Huang clan, who got the news early, had already knelt down to greet Lu Xuanlang with a group of family members.

Northland wolf - Lu Xuanlang.

Lu Xuanlang touched his messy hair, looked at Huang Jing who was kneeling, and laughed evilly, "Lord Huang, you have taught a good son." ”

Huang Jing's forehead suddenly showed fine sweat, in the north, those boys in his own family, who dared to provoke Lu Xuanlang, it was too late to hide, what happened?

Suddenly, Huang Jing thought of his youngest son Huang Qiuli, and remembered that Huang Qiuli and Lu Muchu seemed to be talking about martial arts.

Sweat instantly soaked the whole body of this fifty-year-old man.

Lu Xuanlang took out a note from the breastplate, which was the Feixin biography of the woman surnamed Su.

Huang Jing swept the words at a glance, and then, kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"General Lu, this rebel, I will be a good student, and I ask General Lu to wait a while, I will write a letter to let this rebel come back and let General Lu follow."

Lu Xuanlang said lightly, and Huang Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This little son of his own, too, has nothing to provoke Lu Muchu, now it's okay, there is such a fierce god in the family.

Fortunately, this fierce god is still good at talking.

Huang Jing turned around and hurriedly said to the servant: "Go quickly, bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone." ”

Unexpectedly, Lu Xuanlang waved his hand, "No need, I've already found someone to prepare." ”

Immediately, a black-armored rider dismounted and spread a piece of white paper in front of Huang Jing.

Looking at the white paper in front of him, Huang Jing was a little puzzled, and he asked tentatively: "General Lu, this, this, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and I hope that General Lu will give me a pen." ”

After that, Huang Jing kowtowed again.

Lu Xuanlang sneered: "What, didn't you bring a pen?" ”

Huang Jing already had a bad premonition in his heart, he straightened his neck, thinking that he was also an official in the north, and he had confidence in his heart, and said stiffly: "What does General Lu want to say, Huang is stupid, please make it clear." ”

Lu Xuanlang nodded, and then, the rider who had just given Huang Jingbai paper pulled out the long knife on his waist, and slashed it in front of everyone's eyes.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Huang Jing himself and his family members all shouted, but the former was a cry of pain, and the latter was a frightened exclamation.

A severed finger, with blood, rolled down at the feet of Lu Xuanlang's car.

Lu Xuanlang's face did not change, and his voice was still indifferent, "When I run out of patience, Lord Huang, you will have more 'ink' to write letters." ”

Huang Jing is pampered, where has he suffered such pain on weekdays, ten fingers are connected to his heart, beads of sweat the size of beans roll down from his forehead.

It's just that he is the patriarch of the Huang clan after all, and at this time, he also knows the priorities, he gritted his teeth and began to write letters with his stump finger about this blood.

Blood Letters.

Many descendants of the Huang family, who are timid, have long fainted.

Lu Xuanlang raised his head and looked at the bad weather, his expression was as usual.

The huge white wolf next to his car, held on the ground, looked at the kneeling people fiercely.

Bared teeth.