"Tu Tingting, you ...... Do you want to provoke a war between Jingcongyuan and Luotuan Valley? Wang Qian was shocked, he couldn't imagine that the other party would be angry for two insignificant people.

"War? Hehe......" Tu Tingting sneered, "It doesn't seem that I provoked you first, right?" The two of them are here to resolve the misunderstanding between you and Wu Xianming, and you are beating me up, and you still say that I want to provoke a war? ”

"Tu Tingting, do you think that if you inherit your parents' Luotuan Valley, you can not respect me, the original city lord?" Du Ling squinted, his gaze radiating a dangerous light.

"Disrespectful? What a hat! Tu Tingting frowned angrily and said, "Yes, I used to be your subordinate, and that was my personal matter, not the entire Luotuan Valley." It's one thing at a time, I think I've been enough to give you Jing Congyuan face, but it seems that I'm putting my posture too low? Let Du City Lord, do you think Jing Congyuan can be bullied to our Falling Turbulent Valley at will? ”

"You've all said that the pawn is not dead...... In other words, our Jing Congyuan not only did not kill a single chess piece this time, but also killed two island owners? His voice was extremely cold, and Cheng Wulin even felt that the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped, "When my people die, someone has to pay!" ”

Du Ling's palm fell, and the window of the city lord's hall crackled to the ground: "It's useless to talk too much, aren't these two people here to ask for guilt?" It just so happens that you handed them over to me, and Jing Congyuan and your Luotuan Valley are still allies who have nothing to do with each other. ”

"What if I say I won't give it at all?" Tu Tingting didn't let go.

"Then it's up to you to protect them!"

The situation in the hall took a sharp turn, Tu Tingting and Du Ling raised their hands at the same time, and the black light in one hand surged, and they lifted the tong finger wrapped in a black halo. A bright yellow scroll appeared in the other man's hands, and a blinding golden light leaked out of it as if it was trying to escape from the scroll.

Saying that it was too late, Wang Luli and Cheng Wulin ran quickly out of the hall, for fear of being drawn into this battle. Seeing this, Wang Qian and Li Xiaoying also hurriedly took Li Jianing's hand and quickly stepped back.

The battle between the two city lords was definitely not a small scene, and staying where they were at this time was simply suicide.

"Let me ask you again, do you really want to break the friendship between Jing Congyuan and Luo Tuan Valley for these two people?" Du Ling raised his voice and asked, the scroll in his hand was ready to fly, and the golden light hung down from the edge of the scroll like a liquid.

"I'm not going to be bored enough to give my people to someone else's madness." Tu Tingting shook her head, "City Lord Du, you are really old, you have a lot to talk about......

She stomped her foot violently, and the Sycamore Seal Realm under her feet instantly bloomed. The shadow-like black branches trembled and grew rapidly, snaking towards Du Ling against the ground. The other party did not avoid it at all, allowing the ground under his feet to be covered by the branches of the Sycamore Seal Realm.

Bang!

Tu Tingting appeared in front of Du Ling in an instant, and her fist was caught by Du Ling's palm.

"It's really old, so old that children are no longer obedient." Du Ling's sharp eyes stared at Tu Tingting's eyes, "Let me tell you today, even if we are both city lords, how big is the gap between us!" ”

Tu Tingting retracted her hand and retracted her fist, and her figure appeared in the place just now, and said with a smile: "City Lord Du, just rely on the old and sell the old, I advise you to take it easy when you talk big, be careful that the wind flashes to your tongue." ”

As he spoke, Du Ling slowly pulled open the scroll in his hand.

As he moved, there was a sudden silence around him, and he was in the mirror, but it was as if he had re-entered the mirror.

The golden light that flowed from the scroll fell to the ground like molten liquid gold, dyeing the entire hall golden in an instant.

The two of them seem to be in the middle of an ancient painting like a picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, and the heavens and the earth have turned into the color of golden rice paper. Except for the black Sycamore Seal on the ground, which was still stretching its branches, everything else was dragged into the scroll.

From the walls, to the ceiling, to the big banyan tree behind Du Ling, under the infestation of golden light, all turned into simple ink-colored lines.

"Is it ...... birch banyan road" Tu Tingting muttered to herself, and the figure appeared in front of Du Ling again. Du Ling put his hands in his pockets and did not dodge, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Boom! Tu Tingting's palm knife cut into Du Ling's neck, but she felt a numbness in her palm. Du Ling's figure melted into a golden light, which quickly condensed into the appearance of a birch tree in the painting.

This birch tree is much stronger than ordinary trees, and Tu Tingting's hand cut on it, and the white bark does not even show a trace.

Is it also the Indian border...... Although Tu Tingting knew that this seal was called Huarong Dao, she had never seen what it looked like, let alone what it did.

I'm afraid that even the people of the Upper Realm have a higher intelligence about this seal than they do.

However, although Tu Tingting is a little jealous, it is impossible to say that she is afraid of something, and her three seals are by no means fuel-efficient lamps.

As Du Ling's figure disappeared, the walls of the Chinese painting-like hall were like buildings outside the windows of a train, instantly reaching the horizon of sight. Rows of birch trees poured into the sea, rumbling from the ground, turning into criss-crossing tree walls, squirming around Tu Tingting.

The black light flashed under Tu Tingting's feet, and the black plane tree on the horizontal plane rose in the wind, not to be outdone, and instantly covered a large area of birch trees that fell towards her.

"Tong finger, the reason why it is Tong finger, because ......"

Tu Tingting held the smooth wooden pestle with turmeric in her palm.

"One finger against the other!"

She clenched her fingers with her palms and swiped them through the air. The front of the tung finger is pointed out like the finger of the god, and the imprint of the sycamore branch on the ground is like a water pattern stirred by the finger, rotating and twisting and deforming.

The covered birch trees also twisted with the deformation of the sycamore seal, and every centimeter of the trunk made a cracking sound from the friction against each other.

From a high point in the air, if Du Ling's birch banyan road is a delicate ancient painting, Tu Tingting's tong fingers are like a naughty child splashed with ink, penetrating the rice paper of the ancient painting in a matter of seconds, stirring up a large beautiful picture into a black ball.

"It's really incomprehensible, it's ruined my painting." Du Ling's figure appeared on a crooked birch tree, looking at Tu Tingting in the middle of the sea of trees that seemed to have been swept by a hurricane.

"You're an endless maze of trees, aren't you?" Tu Tingting looked around at a large birch forest that had been torn into pieces of sawdust, "It's a pity that your kind of imprint doesn't work on my tung fingers, and no matter how many birch trees you spawn, it's in vain." ”

"It seems to be seen," Du Ling still maintained a trace of demeanor, "Then let's be direct." ”

He held up his arms like a conductor.

Thundered!

A giant banyan tree, a hundred times larger than the banyan tree in the city lord's hall, drilled out of the ground from under Tu Tingting's feet like a whale, and rose into the sky with her body.