The Blue Dragon Society is also a collision between the emerging forces and the old powerful forces, but everyone has a wonderful expectation in their hearts: they really hope that the Blue Dragon Society can defeat the Demon Sect.

Very simply, the purpose of the Green Dragon Society is completely different from that of the Demon Sect, which can be felt by anyone who has a good sense of smell.

Throughout the rise of the Blue Dragon Society, just to occupy the right to speak in the rivers and lakes, although it uses iron-blooded thunder means, but it has never killed indiscriminately, every move is very purposeful, even if it is the little marquis Di Qinglin, he also participated in framing and besieging the Blue Dragon Society to cause annihilation.

On the contrary, it is the people in the Demon Sect, even more good and bad, most of them are people who are extreme to the extreme, do things without looking at the heat, there is no bottom line of principles at all, and they will definitely not tell you any truth, what is the point of domineering, the Demon Sect members kill people, not only because of vested interests, it is very likely that it is only because of moodiness, for example, as a passerby, you have a superfluous look, and when it falls in his eyes, he raises a knife to kill you, not only does not need to explain, but even does not need to look at the eyes.

Your wife may also die for no reason.

Your son may also die for no reason.

If there is disobedience, it is common to destroy people.

In the Baidao martial arts, although there are also a lot of dirty, but the old and weak women and children are not allowed to commit it, and it is also an unwritten rule in the rivers and lakes, and it is also an absolutely untouchable taboo.

The Demon Sect is said to be unrestrained and unrestrained.

All kinds of murderous weights are already madness and inhumanity.

If it weren't for that. touched the anger of the public, how could the Seven Great Sword Sects regard the Demon Sect as the common enemy of the world, and how could they use a single blood. Dyeed this piece of rivers and lakes red?

The blood of these decades ago is still not cold, and there are many older people here, when I think of the bloody wind and rain in the rivers and lakes at that time, it is simply chilling!

"Alas, I only hope that Gongzi Yu can continue to be brilliant, and the Blue Dragon Society can also stand on its feet and completely exterminate the Demon Sect."

There are old people in Huafa who have experienced the bloody battle of that year, and sigh.

"What are you afraid of. Don't forget that we are under the protection of Peacock Villa, as long as there is Peacock Feather, there will be more thieves from the Demon Sect. It's just self-defeating! ”

The young man was always enthusiastic, as if he didn't even care about the Demon Sect, and when he talked about Peacock Villa, he raised his head proudly. Puff up your chest.

"Huh. That's right, too. We are under the feet of Peacock Villa, as long as Peacock Villa is in one day, this generation of martial arts must be stable and calm for one day. ”

"However, how did I hear the news that the people of the Blue Dragon Club have come to Peacock Villa recently?"

"This Peacock Villa, do you want to fight with the Blue Dragon Society first?"

"According to reliable sources, it is said that someone has a peacock feather to assassinate the child"

Hear the word peacock. Su Liu's right hand paused slightly, but he still poured himself a drink. And don't stay. Wine is also good wine, fat but not greasy, light and eternal, into the throat like a clear spring to wash people's hearts, different other places of fine wine into the throat strong, but there are also some remote feelings in it.

Since the thin storyteller threw this bomb, it can be said that everyone in the hotel has been frightened, and there are many discussions, and the center of the discussion is all the rise of the Demon Sect and the collision with the Blue Dragon Society. He also had a feeling in his own heart that the big things were in my hands, which made his whole body flutter.

Just waiting for his eyes to glance, he keenly noticed that there was someone in a corner of the inn who didn't seem to be listening to him.

Southeast corner.

This person is wearing a hat, he can't see his age clearly, he is dressed in a white shirt, he pours himself a drink, his movements seem to be gentle and slow, but in fact, he never stops for a moment, ordinary people only drink one glass of wine, and he has three glasses into his throat.

This kind of booze can hardly be described in words.

There are people coming and going, although there are many drinkers, and the storyteller is used to seeing characters, but there are not many drinkers who drink like this, which is really rare.

Ordinary people drink alcohol, only raise their glasses to their mouths, and pour wine into their mouths, but this quiet and deep man in white only breathes slightly, as if he is practicing a mysterious and inexplicable internal qi, which pulls the wine full of ordinary wine glasses.

Wine is like an arrow.

The thin storyteller subconsciously felt that his throat was dry, and the wine in the cup in the hand of the man in white turned into a wine arrow and rushed into his mouth.

The clear stream is different from the world.

Xiao Lao'er has lived most of his life, but he has never seen a big person, and now he suddenly feels in his heart that the origin of this man in white must not be simple, this feeling is not ridiculous, there is no basis at all.

Next to the man in white sat an ancient-looking old man, who had already given birth to Huafa, and looked around with interest, where his eyes swept away, the two met their eyes, and they were separated by a touch, but they were stunned and nodded and smiled.

The mature face of the wrinkled old man was as solemn and stern as the earth, but it was not wise.

Such a character is definitely not a simple character.

The storyteller's heart became more and more curious about the man in white who was sitting steadily, and only from the outside, the extraordinary old man in blue shirt who had just looked at him was a little cautious and respectful, and it was not difficult to see that this old man was the servant and subordinate of the man in white.

The storyteller has a very high level of professionalism, but he is more and more curious in his heart, and he only follows his instincts, feeling that these two people are full of mystery from beginning to end.

No matter how lively the inn is, the corner where the two of them sit is still quiet.

Why can't the Demon Cult move them?

The storyteller seems to have thought of an extremely terrible result, perhaps, these two people are the people of the Demon Sect?

Thinking of this, Xiao Lao'er's face turned unpleasant, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

While his mind was in turmoil, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves outside the door, which sounded like a drumbeat.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered.

The storyteller's eyes widened, and he watched his wine table begin to shake, and the wine in the wine glass vibrate.

At this moment, even the drinkers in the inn noticed the abnormality of the atmosphere, and looked around cautiously.

The earth was silent, and two columns of iron horsemen stopped outside the door, one column of twelve, and a total of twenty-four fierce warriors.

Wearing a uniform uniform, especially the knight in the first place, with knotted shoulders and muscles, his body is like a small mountain, carrying a large flag, the color of the flag is dark, waving in the wind, and a long dragon dancing in azure is vaguely visible.

Seeing this white-clothed drinker, the twenty-four knights turned over and dismounted together, and the young knight who was the first to the white-clothed drinker quickly walked in front of the white-clothed drinker, knelt down, and said respectfully:

"Subordinate Yutang Qingqi Lao, see the dragon head!" (To be continued.) )