Early the next morning, the sky was just showing the whiteness of the fish's belly.

In Hei Ze's small courtyard, Hei Yushang sat opposite Nangong Fan, drinking meat soup and eating steamed buns.

"How do you feel when you see the people of Linglong Mountain entering the city?" The black feather dress moves elegantly, if it weren't for the scar across the face, it would not look like a fierce green flower in the army, but like a very well-established lady.

"More than 100 internal guards are powerful in the city, and no one dares to provoke them. In the hands of the twenty-seven brothers, they were like a group of paper tigers, broken to the touch, and had no power to fight back. Huo Bingchan was in front of the water demon, and he didn't hold out until he made three moves before he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. Only the strong who have been tempered by blood and fire can be regarded as truly strong. Nangong Fan's eyes were shining, although there was not much blood yesterday, it still gave him a great shock.

Whether it was the two arrows that broke through the bamboo, or the final Linglong Mountain bandits crushing the internal guards like playing, they all made him reminisce.

People with bows are extremely rare, both in the rivers and lakes and in the army.

In this world where people who dare to go out have spiritual protection in their bodies, archers are not simply just able to shoot arrows, ordinary arrows may not even be able to penetrate the spiritual shield, not to mention that it is even more difficult to shoot at the speed of spirituality.

And the archer, no matter what kind of force he is in, is like a treasure, and his deterrent power is not weaker than that of the legendary strong.

"Hmm. Jianghu is a very broad word, and wealthy families, famous sects, and side-door left-minded people are all included in it. In fact, many people are not afraid of people from wealthy families, slaughtering you in a no-man's land, flying away, or even far away from the earth, who can find him?" A thousand-year-old wealthy family, a century-old family. There are also wealthy families who insult a beggar and behead them all over the house within a day. Remember that when you step into the rivers and lakes, you should not underestimate anyone, and even sleep with multiple eyes. How many heroes died at the hands of villains. ”

"There are still seven or eight days, and the secret realm will officially open, and there should be more children from wealthy families in these days, and you can make friends with some people, but you can't make deep friends.

These people even dare to stab their parents for the sake of profit, let alone us outsiders.

In the secret realm, you can just hide if you see people, and don't trust anyone in that kind of place. ”

Maybe Nangong Fan is about to go away, Hei Yushang has endless words and endless entrustment, and a little thing will extend a large piece of truth to teach Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's heart was warm, and he nodded frequently.

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In the blink of an eye, another six days have passed, Nangong Fan has been cowering in the small courtyard for the past few days, practicing Xiaocheng's bear shape, and the blood shadow in his mind has begun to compare with the eagle shape, but now he doesn't know the essentials, it seems that the eagle fist is not as good as what he can touch now.

Nangong Fan is not surprised, although there are countless versions of Xingyi Fist in "Beast Transformation", it can be included in the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate as a major boxing method in the humanitarian field, so it naturally has his reason.

The boxing method of this rotten street, even if it is placed in the next session, no one will take a look at it, has been given a new meaning, Nangong Fan has also seen the Xingyi boxing recorded in Wanbaolou in the black family, and the description is almost the same, but it seems to lack some unique charm.

The most important point of the beast recipe is to use the bear body to fight the bear-shaped fist, which is the true meaning of this Xingyi fist.

Nangong Fan also went to Wanbaolou a few times for this reason, and the blood of the bear demon was hidden a lot, but there was no essence blood, not to mention that there was no favorite bear demon essence blood, so he had to give up, it seems that in a short period of time, it is almost impossible for the bear fist to be consummated.

The monster will burn a small amount of essence blood when it fights for its life, and it is extremely difficult to obtain the essence blood of the demon beast.

Nangong Fan also left the Black Mansion once in the past six days, and still went out to have another big drink with Xue Linghu, and the rest of the days were boring to practice boxing.

Nangong Fan is convinced that only people who can withstand loneliness can become stronger.

There are still two days and nights left before the opening of the secret realm.

The young generation of the major wealthy families from the first-tier cities in the city gathered together rarely, and they all gathered around the city gate, looking at the black spots that were still slightly blurred in the distance.

Among the ten cities, except for the last city, which is known as the secular capital, only Long Cheng has four figures standing at the front of the crowd as the host, and no one from the other eight cities has come.

Hei Jia Heijiao stood at the front of the crowd with high spirits, the big hole on his right shoulder had already healed, and his whole body was filled with arrogance.

The Three Musketeers are a mess of their own and do not be with the Black Jiao.

The black dot gradually approached, and it was a snow-white horse with a single horn on its head, and a pair of small wings on either side of its sturdy body, which flapped as it went, and pulled a luxurious palace-like carriage behind it.

On the horse of the carriage sat a snow-white divine bird pattern with the dance of the curtain as if it was spreading its wings and flying high, the eyes of the divine bird were composed of rare jewels, and the sun was shining directly, reflecting a dazzling light, as if the divine bird was overlooking the world.

As the carriage approached, the crowd grew solemn.

The eyes of the old man on the back of the heavenly horse opened slightly, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and a duck-like voice sounded, "The third prince of the last dynasty has arrived." ”

Except for the representative of Long Cheng who was standing in front, everyone else knelt on one knee and shouted loudly, "Welcome to the third prince." ”

"Third Prince, didn't you say that it was the Third Prince who greeted you?" Hei Jiao muttered softly, a little confused in his eyes.

But almost all of the people present had spiritual power, and it seemed to him that the low voice resounded in everyone's ears like thunder.

"Grandpa Lin, slap his mouth. An indifferent but majestic voice came from inside the carriage.

Gonggong Lin on the back of Tianma chuckled, with a harsh and ugly voice, the reins in his hand danced, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and before the black Jiao could react, he threw it at the corner of his mouth, and a blood stain appeared, seeping out countless small blood beads.

Hei Jiao covered his wounds, blood seeped out from between his fingers, and his eyes flashed with anger, "Damn, as the host, I came to greet you, the pseudo-prince, you actually didn't take me in your eyes? Damn, I won't let you get out of Dragon City." ”

A fierce killing force came out of the carriage, and a figure raged out.

The figure was dressed in a snow-white robe, with long hair and a shawl, a sword-shaped pattern tattooed on his chest, and clouds under the sword, as if a divine sword broke out of the air.

The person who suddenly appeared flicked his wrist slightly, and a snow-white long sword slashed towards Heijiao.

There is no mottled color of spiritual power, just a simple sword, and it is fast and ruthless to the fullest, only to see a bright light cross, and the hand of the black Jiao covering the wound is broken with the sword of the body.

When blood gushed out, the figure had returned to the carriage and was nowhere to be seen.

The middle-aged face with fluttering white clothes and a handsome taste reveals a different style under the sunset, which is unforgettable at first sight.

"The Ten Divisions of the Last City, the Sword God of Freedom. There was a tumult and reverent gaze from the crowd.

The Ten Divisions of the Last City, the ten most famous and active top powerhouses in the Last City, each legend, deters the Quartet.

"Zhuqing, flat. A majestic voice came from the luxurious carriage, exactly the same as the one that had just been angrily clapped at the mouth.

Gonggong Lin got up, gently lifted the curtain, and a figure wearing a golden imperial robe slowly emerged.

The royal robe is made of golden silk, and the golden silkworm is also a kind of demon beast, and the silk swords spit out are invulnerable, and the water and fire are invulnerable, which is the top material for making robes.

Wearing a crown of white birds, it sparkles in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The name of the white bird is Honghu, which is the belief of the last family of the royal family of the last dynasty, and according to legend, the last family contains a small amount of Honghu blood.

Legend has it that the bird is a white phoenix that represents ice.

The phoenix and the dragon are the kings of all demons.

The man is in his thirties, mature and elegant, even if he gets up from the carriage and walks out of the carriage, every step is like a ruler to measure, elegant and calm, with excellent etiquette.

The man revealed his calmness, looking at the many wealthy families who knelt on one knee and got up slowly.

"Third Prince, a feast has been prepared for you. Ao Bing calmly walked towards the third prince, bowed his head slightly, and glanced at the blood stains on the ground with disgust.

"Brother Ao warmly invited, and Gu felt honored. The third prince smiled at the corner of his eyes, looked at Ao Bing, and didn't even look at the black Jiao next to him, which had turned into two halves. "I hope that Zhuqing will go to enjoy the food with Gu, and it will be regarded as a meeting before the opening of the secret realm. ”

The crowd headed towards the mountains in the middle of Dragon City.

......

Black Feather Long knelt beside the red-faced old man with a sad and angry face, and there was a graceful and luxurious old woman next to the red-faced old man, the old woman's face was full of indifference, but there was a faint strong momentum pouring out of her.

"Mom and Dad, that's how your favorite grandson goes. I'm just such a lone seedling, Hei Jiao went early, and Hei Jiao died like this, how can I live?" Hei Yulong's face was full of tears, unspeakably unwilling, if he worked hard, he might be able to master the Hei family.

The red-faced old man was also full of anger, Hei Jiao was not only Hei Yulong's future and hope, but also for him, as long as Hei Jiao worked harder and was favored by several hidden old people, he could also get unimaginable resources to get one step closer.

The old woman was indifferent, and said softly, with a faint murderous intent in her eyes, "The black family should not be humiliated, I will beg the eldest brother, even if the sword god is free, he will have to pay a heavy price." ”

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A sparsely populated alley in Dragon City, and there is a not-so-famous winery in the depths of the alley.

In the winery, the smell of wine is not strong, but it is fragrant, and a strong man with a full beard squints his slightly drunk eyes and plays with the wine gourd in his hand.

Suddenly, a black token rose from the inner bag of his loose clothes.

His slightly narrowed eyes opened suddenly, his eyes revealing excitement, licked the corners of his chapped mouth, and revealed an ugly smile, "Has the Dark Lord finally remembered me as a drunkard?"

He took out a black token with secret words written on it, and communicated with his deep mind, and for a moment, his hazy eyes revealed a ray of essence, and his eyes showed bloodthirstiness, "Bullshit Xiaoyao Sword God, the old matter has not been settled, and he has insulted the Hei family again, I will make you a Xiaoyao Sword Corpse." ”

The voice was soft, but it made the whole brewery cold.