Pengcheng, Haoyue was in the sky, and on the roof, there were two people walking quickly, it was the long-robed Murong and the bald head who came out of the palace of King Lu.

"I said Murong Ping, you old boy is so good at kung fu, why didn't you win that Wu Bucheng? Are you releasing water? Knowing that he is the prince of King Liang, so leave a way back for himself? ”

"Fuck you! One more sentence, and Lao Tzu will take off your bald head. ”

"Hahaha...... Don't worry, don't worry, our big bald head will fall off sooner or later, and I won't bother you. Actually, we just want to ask, what do you think of that kid's kung fu? ”

"With such skills at a young age, the prince of Liang Wang is indeed extraordinary, I heard before that he seems to have obtained the true inheritance of Donglin Temple, judging from today's sword, I am afraid this is not a legend......"

"Hahaha...... That's good, Lao Tzu's big bald head can go out and brag about it in the future, just say, we have also lost to the prince of Liang Wang, that guy is so powerful, and the future is terrifying, hahaha...... Otherwise, our reputation will be ruined. ”

"Hmph, bald pig, I'm afraid you're a bad guy, but this character is not bad, fighting with anyone, it's a general victory, not arrogant or discouraged, it's very good."

"Hahaha...... I like to listen to you Murong Ping, and he has always been serious. However, you old boy think that Zhao Yanshizi was taken captive, was it really Wu Bucheng who did it? ”

"Yes or no, we have no choice but to find Wu now."

"That's right! Even if that kid didn't do it, then even if he was unlucky, haha......"

Looking at the bald pig's smile, Murong Ping only had a few words in his heart, it was good to be stupid alone, at least very happy.

Murong Ping, the surname Murong comes from a foreign race, but after so many years, such a surname is not a big deal, it is already a Han person, there is no difference, but, more than forty years ago, the Murong family was infinitely beautiful, but more than forty years later, the scenery is not there.

An imperial civil strife has made many families like the Murong family, and some are even worse, such as the Nangong family, which is no longer there.

The Murong family is somewhat stronger, although it is already weak, at least there is still incense, especially Murong Ping, he ranks tenth on the Jianghu Immortal Martial Arts List, and he is a master among the masters.

Forty years have passed, but people of insight understand that the world of Daqi may change again, and Murong Ping is not willing to be lonely, he ranks ninth in the world, why not go to a Ming master, in the future, there may be a place for my Murong family.

As for the bald head next to him, it is really interesting, his surname is Zhu Mingshitang and is nicknamed the bald head fighting god, but Murong Ping likes to call him a bald pig, this guy is usually a pig's head, he never thinks much about doing things, and he wants to go up and fight when he sees anyone.

King Lu is really okay, even such a character has been accepted, of course, in order to change the world in the future, a little more strength will have an extra chance of winning.

King Lu has a good reputation, a great man, and a good emperor and grandson, and in the future, he will definitely be a bright lord......

Murong Ping led his bald head all the way forward, but suddenly......

"Don't move!"

"What's wrong?"

As soon as the bald head fighting god saw Murong Ping stop, he was stunned, but not long after, he heard an extremely strange sound.

Yikes!! Oh~

A dark shadow descended from the sky!

"Wow! It's a flat-haired brute! ”

"Be careful!"

The bald Doushen and Murong flew left and right to dodge, and each stood on the other two roofs, but the ...... just now

With a bang, an eagle-like thing rushed out of the house that had just been smashed into a big hole...... The reason why this thing is not an eagle is that its beak is straight, not like an eagle with a hook, although it is at night, but this difference can be seen by both masters.

Yikes! Oh!!

Again!

"! What is this? Let's watch Lao Tzu fight it! "The bald fighting god swings his knife, anyway, this guy wants to fight when he sees anything, not to mention that this flat-haired beast is taking the initiative to fight him.

"Bald pig! Don't take it lightly! Murong Ping's eyesight was stronger, but he reminded him a little late.

"Oops! What's going on with this thing...... Ahhh......h

"This ......" Murong Ping secretly said that this bald head is too stupid, but......

Meow~~Meow~

Three kittens appeared behind him!

It's just that all three kittens have black fur, green eyes, and are extremely fast.

Whoosh ......

The three kittens attacked directly, the moonlight reflected on their claws, emitting a faint blue light, obviously having a doorway, and the cooperation between each other was flawless, it was comparable to the masters of the list.

"Humph!"

But Murong Ping is Murong Ping after all, the last person on the Heavenly List, and he is also the master of the Heavenly List, but he is not so easy to deal with.

"Go!" I saw Murong Ping standing with his palms together, and then he rubbed it again, and with a bang, a surging cyclone exploded on the ridge of the roof.

Meow~~~

The three kittens were not low in this powerful cyclone, and their agile bodies could not dodge it, and they were directly blown away, making a cry like a complaint.

Cat meows, especially at night when they are in heat, it is really scary, the sound is like a baby crying, although the three kittens flew, but the sound is still very scary, I don't know how Murong Ping and the bald head fight god, but it is estimated that the residents of Pengcheng near here are destined to have nightmares tonight.

"Congratulations Quartet! You come out! ”

Murong Ping stopped drinking, and no matter what happened to the bald head, his voice was like a flying arrow, breaking through the air.

"Yoyo Yo Yo ......"

As if shocked by this voice, he saw a man in a brocade robe walking out of the darkness into the moonlight, this person had a strange voice, and there were three kittens on his body, one of which was held in his arms with great affection, like his own son.

"Wow!" The bald-headed fighting god also forced the flat-haired beast back with a knife, and smiled at the brocade-robed man: "It turned out to be the brocade-robed beast master, why did you come to Pengcheng as an old boy?" ”

"......" Murong Ping waved his hand and told the Fighting God not to say much, but how could this Fighting God do what he wanted?

"Could it be that you, old boy, have encountered some strange beasts? Or...... Which little girl do you fall in love with? It's not right, I heard that you old boy doesn't like women...... That ......"

"Don't talk too much!"

Murong Ping's eyes were vicious, and the fighting god stopped.

He Sifang, the master of the brocade robe and the beast, rarely walks on the rivers and lakes, but there are many legends about this person, which is nothing more than because of some of his strange behaviors.

This person was originally a descendant of a beast trainer, but later he didn't know how to learn a powerful martial arts, but this person rarely fought with others, but always looked for some rare beasts, and the most special thing was that he was not specifically looking for some tigers, leopards, bears and lions, and often valued small beasts very much.

But there are different little beasts, such as which dog has a three-legged one, then he is allowed to go and see it.

This man behaves strangely, and kills people according to his own preferences, and he doesn't use his own hands, he always takes human heads from beasts, and his love for beasts makes many people scold him.

If the beast does not like man, it is in vain as the son of man.

And he replied, birds and beasts are not as good, where does the joy come from?

In addition, he wears a brocade robe on weekdays, and this dress is also powerful, with a bright red base, a matching green, and then embellished with various strange flower colors, which is really unforgettable, and he got the name of a brocade robe treasure beast master.

A weirdo, then why did you come to trouble Murong Ping with the bald fighting god?

I only heard this He Sifang caress his little black cat and say: "If you want to say, Murong Ping, you guy hurt my little third child, how can I, He Sifang, ask you for something back, but for now, that's it, let go of you two guys." ”

This......

In the face of the tenth master in the world, he can still speak like this, He Sifang is really a strange person!

But after saying this, He Sifang and his strange beasts, the little black cat, and the birds that I don't know what kind of birds they were, disappeared into the night as if they had never appeared.

"Brother Murong, this He Quartet ......"

"No need to talk about it, let's go back first."

"Why?"

"Stupid!"

Murong Ping didn't say much, because he could see that someone didn't want them to chase after the prince of Liang, and that person's background must be not small, so he had to go back and make plans again, otherwise he would definitely suffer.

……

Outside Pengcheng, Shili Pavilion.

Since the name of the ten mile pavilion, naturally ten miles away from Pengcheng, here is a place for men and women to go out to play near Pengcheng on weekdays, to put it bluntly, it is to look at each other, see the right eye, then you can talk about something else, what birthday, what family has how many good fields......

It's just that such things are done when the market is on the fifteenth day of the new year, and it is not yet time, plus at night, the night is as cold as water, not to mention that the pavilion is by the water, and ordinary people rarely come.

Wu Bucheng came alone, and persuaded Mu Xiaohan to go back first, but he also wasted a lot of tongues, but when he arrived outside the Ten Mile Pavilion, he knew that his previous tongues were not in vain.

The road was smooth, there was only one person in the waterside pavilion, dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, black hair and clothes, gently carried up by the night wind, like an immortal Lingbo.

"Here we are."

"Sure enough, it's you."

Walking into the pavilion, the man turned around and saw that it was Zhao Mengyao, the county lord of Qinghe.