The moon is dark.

A few thin clouds in the night sky, a few cold stars, and occasionally a cool breeze.

Li Fengyun sat in the pavilion of the flower garden, next to him was a girl more beautiful than flowers, Su Qianyi.

It's just that Li Fengyun is not in a good mood, and the beautiful scenery in front of him is all furnishings, and he ignores it.

"What's going on with this dragon rebellion, he suddenly changed as a person, compared to the previous mediocrity, he is now very strong and moves frequently. ”

Su Qianyi stretched out her jade hand, rubbed her smooth forehead, and frowned.

Tomorrow is the ten-day appointment between Zhou Ziheng and Wang Mingyang.

This matter is hundreds of miles away, and there is a lot of trouble, not only the White Horse Martial Sect, but also the dart bureau, gang, association, and small sects of Matouji, all of which are full of interest.

Because the meaning of this battle goes beyond personal vendettas.

Externally, it was a struggle between the White Horse Martial Sect and local forces.

Internally, it is a clever trick for the dragon to win people's hearts.

Once Zhou Ziheng wins, it will inevitably alarm hundreds of miles, and in the sect, everyone praises Long Rebellion for not being afraid of strong enemies, being brave and strategic, and his fame has skyrocketed!

"Senior sister, what should I do now?"

Li Fengyun took out a wine gourd from the space jade pendant and drank the sullen wine.

"This matter is related to the reputation of the sect, and it is inconvenient for us to interfere, so we can only hope that Wang Mingyang will kill Zhou Ziheng. ”

Su Qianyi's eyes flickered, and she said: "Wang Mingyang has abundant resources, and with the guidance of Master Ning Dan Realm, his strength must be strong, and it is inferred from common sense that Zhou Ziheng is not an opponent." ”

"That's right. It's just that pinning my hopes on others makes me feel uncertain. ”

Li Fengyun believed in Su Qianyi's judgment.

Almost everyone is not optimistic about Zhou Ziheng.

Although Zhou Ziheng has dragon reverse cultivation, he is famous, and he is not a busy person, he is rich, powerful and connected, as long as he works hard, he will definitely have excellent strength.

"Senior brother doesn't have to worry. In the battle of tomorrow, Zhou Ziheng will lose nine out of nine, and the reputation of the dragon will definitely be hit. ”

Su Qianyi said softly with relief.

"Hey, it's just that the blow is not enough! The two things of the Dragon and Tiger Quenching Pill and the Flying Immortal outside the sky have made him harvest too much prestige, and he can't be killed with a stick if he makes a small mistake. ”

Li Fengyun drank a few big sips of wine, a cold color flashed in his eyes, and said: "Next month, I will join forces with the elders to go to the forbidden land to see the master! If he refuses to see me, then I will take away the command of the head of the dragon rebellion!"

"Do you still suspect that Long Potian has already ......" Su Qianyi lowered her voice, and a strange excitement flashed in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm not a fool, how could I be fooled by the dragon's rebellious words. Senior sister, don't forget, that old thing is so greedy for power, how could he rashly hand over power, and also gave many precious things to Long Yi. ”

Li Fengyun looked in the direction of Tianwai Mountain and sneered.

He thought about it for many days, observed secretly, and still felt that Long Potian was not alive.

No matter how long the dragon tosses, it can't cover up the unreasonableness.

"Try it, I believe the elders, you are equally skeptical about this matter. ”

Su Qianyi nodded slowly, bit her red lip and said.

"Then it's decided, force the palace next month and snatch the order of the head of the house! If the dragon rebels and doesn't know the current affairs, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"I want to be the leader, I want to be in power, I want to fight for everything I want, and I will never admit defeat!"

Li Fengyun clenched his fists suddenly, and his starry eyes flashed with a cold light.

Whatever stands in his way, kick out and get rid of it.

Non-toxic, no husband!

It's getting dark.

The border town of Matouji.

The street that should be bustling is extremely deserted, and there is not even a ghost shadow.

Until the end of the day, no passers-by passed.

Because at both ends of this street, notices have been posted to close the road today.

It was ordered by the mayor of the town.

Stomp, trample, trample......

Rhythmic footsteps break the silence.

Guan Hefei, who was wearing a black power suit, wearing a scarlet coat and carrying a war knife, came slowly.

His eyes were extremely sharp, like a knife out of the sheath, far away, and people didn't dare to look at him directly.

Occasionally, Guan Hefei would emit a wisp of true qi from his body, turning into a strong wind, blowing dust on the street.

"Master Guan, the spies have come to report, the generation of the White Horse Martial Sect has entered the Matouji, and in a few moments, they will be able to come. ”

A monk from the Explosive Realm, wearing a robe of the Guardian Courtyard, stood behind Guan Hefei and hugged his fists.

"Tell the young master that you can leave home. ”

Guan Hefei said lightly without looking back, standing in place with his hands in his hands, looking ahead with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

White Horse Martial Sect?

What kind of thing is that!

Guan has been crisscrossing the world for many years, and has seen too many powerful sects, even if he covers the sky with one hand and manipulates countless countries, he has personally learned it.

Compared to these behemoths, the White Horse Martial Sect is not worth mentioning.

"Are you here?"

"It's coming, wait. ”

In the adjacent streets, hundreds or thousands of people gathered, dressed in various ways and from different forces.

Sects, gangs, chambers of commerce, dart bureaus, and loose cultivation can be described as mixed.

These people are all waiting to see the Decameron, or more precisely, to see the dragon rebellion.

This young master, who was suddenly very arrogant, dared to provoke the little overlord, how many heads did he have?

Could it be that the White Horse Martial Sect had swelled to such an extent that they felt that they could crush all the nearby forces?

"Young and crazy people, if you don't touch your head and break the bloodstream, he doesn't know how difficult it is to survive!"

A rough voice sounded, and the man who spoke was short, fat, and like a ball of meat.

But his eyes are very vicious, and he is not a kind person at first glance.

This is the shopkeeper of Happy Square, Han Fenglei.

And the Happy Square is a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, one word: gambling.

"Young people, just like little roosters, always want to fight when they meet, it's normal. I don't care about the young masters, I just care, that little girl is fragrant, she is really handsome, let me recuperate for some time, and it will definitely sell for a good price. ”

The woman who was still charming giggled.

The shopkeeper of Baihualou, Jiang Shuiyue.

Commonly known as bustard.

"The woman who is in charge of Jiang's shopkeeper is really smelly, and my Liu someone's money bag and human bag have been hollowed out. ”

"Hahaha!"

"Hey, hey. ”

Everyone around them spoke one after another, chatting and laughing with Jiang Shuiyue.

They are tall, short, fat and thin, but between their eyebrows, they all have a fierce aura, and each of them has at least ten lives in their hands.

"The dragon is coming!"

At this moment, someone shouted.

Everyone showed a look of surprise, and they carried their true qi one after another, and rose from the ground.

Whoosh!

One figure after another, flying across the air.

Some fall on the rooftops, some stand on the eaves, and some stand on the treetops.

In just a few breaths, the street chosen as the ring was overcrowded, and the sky and the earth were full of people.

The strange thing is that there are so many people, and there is not much noise.

They were silent, looking indifferently across the street.

The young man in white clothes, carrying a long sword and walking slowly, is a dragon rebellion.