"This design is for Tibetans" The man glanced at the drawings and knew all the contents of the design, which was basically impossible without considerable skill.

"This thing should not be kept." The man said lightly, held the drawing in the palm of his hand, and when he opened it again, the drawing turned into a puff of smoke.

"The master is so powerful, Zhang admires it very much!" Zhang Biji bowed his hand, unintentionally glanced at it, and saw a black mark on this person's wrist, and the words "black green dragon" flashed in his mind.

"Wuqinglong" was the first killer in the capital twenty years ago.

The man's eyes swept away, his wrist turned slightly, Zhang Biji immediately felt a cool wind coming from behind, his body was short, he jumped, dodged the fatal blow, and before he could stand firmly, his face was dark, the man slashed over with a palm, Zhang Biji blocked with a horizontal sword, and with a bang, the long sword flew out, and the man snorted: "I can't see that there are still some skills." ”

Zhang Biji jumped out of the way and bowed: "May I ask if the hero is Wuqing Dragon Wu Tao?" ”

"What Wuqing Dragon Wu Tao, what nonsense is he talking about?" The man's eyes were angry, his hands drooped, and immediately black ink filled his ten fingers, which were thin and long, and the tips of his fingers were sharp, like a swimming dragon.

Oolong Claw! The most powerful killing technique of the black green dragon, the ten claws are all highly poisonous, and they will die if they touch it. He is indeed Wu Tao, the black green dragon!

"Twenty years ago, Wu Qinglong, the number one killer in the capital, didn't expect Zhang Biji to meet the hero."

"You don't know that the one who saw the black dragon die." The black spread up along the ten fingers, spread to the arms, spread over the neck, and stained the entire face, especially the eyes like a black pool of abyss, shining with a ghostly light, very terrifying.

Even a first-class hero like Zhang Biji was secretly frightened, he didn't expect Wu Tao's black and green skills to be so perfect, and he reluctantly smiled slightly: "The hero is disguised, I haven't seen the true face of the hero, and the hero will naturally not be my enemy." ”

"You know everything?" The man's murderous intent was even stronger: "Do you know, I've been in this car shop for twenty years, and no one has ever dared to stay for a stick of incense, and you should die several times." ”

Zhang Biji took the risk of kneeling down on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted: "Zhang Biji, under the hands of the Nine Emperor Princes Chongmo, officially meets the hero Wu Tao." ”

"The Nine Emperors' Heavy Ink?" Wu Tao's eyes were slightly condensed.

"It's under the master." Zhang Biji stood up and said with an anxious and respectful attitude: "If Wu Daxia is willing, Zhang Biji is willing to ask Daxia to return to his command on behalf of His Royal Highness Jiu." ”

"You are so bold that you dare to talk about the things that the old man hates the most."

Zhang Biji bowed his hand again: "Wu Daxia, you were famous all over the world back then, and you were appreciated by the young prince Meixian at that time, and were taken under his subordinates. ”

"What is fortunate or not, if you dare to be verbose, you will be killed." Wu Tao's hands drooped, his ten fingers were blackened, and the dragon was like a play.

Zhang Biji didn't move, and still said: "Wu Daxia, now that the royal family is fiercely competing, there is really a need for a general like Daxia, and I ask Daxia to accept it." ”

As soon as Zhang Biji's voice fell, Wu Tao's ten fingers were like the wind, and he flew over, Zhang Biji turned his head to dodge and stood still, and said in his mouth: "The hero's subordinates are merciful, otherwise Zhang will never be able to escape." ”

With a pop, Zhang Biji was rushed out by a strong air current, and the gate of the car workshop was closed, and a note was pasted on the gate, on which were written sonorous words: pick up the car in three days.

This technique is ten thousand times faster, Zhang Biji opened the note on the door, sighed lightly, and turned to leave.

Zhang Biji returned to Buzhuang, and Chongmo was waiting for him.

"Your Highness, do you know who I just met when I went to customize the carriage?"

"Who?"

"The Dark Dragon."

"Twenty years ago, the number one killer, the Uqing Dragon?"

"Yes, that's him."