"That's right, Brother Zhan, although this time the three of us have confessed their feelings to each other. But God will make people, we all have reasons why we can't give up, you ......"

"Alright, Brother Zhang. We are all eating this bowl of anti-thief rice, can I still not know the trick inside! You can't afford the sign of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, and the reputation of my Bafang Dart Game can't be planted either! Do you know what our patron asked me to escort? Sixteen carts of gold! 160,000 taels! What are you kidding? This time I lost it, and I was going to find the patron's boss, that is, the 'person' we were waiting for, and discuss with him how to solve it. It doesn't matter if my family is in my family, but the more than 10,000 brothers under the Bafang Dart Bureau are very important. Zhan Bafang spoke quite frankly, but there was despair in his tone. Sixteen carts of gold, such a volume is basically not much different from the Imperial Treasury Transport, and it is no wonder that a behemoth like the Bafang Dart Bureau compared to the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion can actually release the total dart head to suppress the heavy dart.

"Dare to love you, you are also a heavy dart?" Zhang Weiwu's voice was sad.

"Otherwise, how many teams in this world dare to take on such work?" Zhan Bafang smiled bitterly: "People are wealthy, and the reward is directly a spiritual weapon produced in Gusu Blacksmith Street, I believe you also know what kind of goods it is." ”

"But this matter involves the elder brother, I can't say it!" Zhang Weiwu's brows twisted into a small, wrinkled tumor: "Brother Zhan also knows about the matter between me and Brother Liu, right?

"No, right?" Zhan Bafang shook his head: "This kind of thing is begging for rain, only the light device can do it, to say something that is not afraid of offending people, now the door valve that can take the light device to shoot, the two of them also know that there are only a few left." Mowei Pavilion, Xuantian Pavilion, Zhenwangfu, Shenjian Gate, Golden Dao Gate, as well as Hanshan Temple and Yingtianfu's Miyagi Dauchi, the last two will not be said, the first few, who has the ability to borrow a light weapon, not to mention anything else, it is the current Xuantian Pavilion and the Golden Dao Gate, the difficulty of entering is not smaller than touching into the big one! Brother Liu, I didn't say it, being targeted by Jianzhou slaves or Mobei herdsmen, it must be no good thing!"

"Actually, if it's anything else, I'll be a favor. But you also know that my sect is pointing to the rain of trapped locks to continue the inheritance. What can I do?"

"On my side, I was won by the Jianzhou slaves and boarded the thief ship! The road we took was north, and most of them were places where the grassland king and the Jianzhou slaves were deeply rooted, and the grassland king was close to them...... If we really don't agree, or if we mess up, they will make us a little stumbling, and I will have to drink the northwest wind, brother......"

The three of them will say their own bitterness, although they can understand each other, but they may not dare to agree with each other. Three weather-beaten old rivers and lakes are surrounded together, and they sigh together that survival is becoming more and more difficult. They didn't know that the bloody winter had not yet arrived, but they were already feeling the chill.

The days that followed will be more difficult than any difficult time they have survived.

The three of them talked about this, and suddenly heard a terrible thunder in the distance, the thunder was clearly coming from a long distance, but the three of them sounded as if it was exploding inside the ear canal, the three of them quickly jumped up, and got out of the tent in turn, but what they saw was that on the hill that caused them heavy losses, a huge flash of lightning like a nuclear explosion, falling from the sky.

It was the meteorological magic of the silver dust, the great power of the Great Black Sky to strike the Thunder Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the ruins of the main hall had already been completely bombarded into slag powder under the thunder. The extinction winter immediately after the thunder, the storm froze into a blizzard and fell, but it was obviously not hail, the drastic change of temperature and the strange and terrifying weather, more terrifying than a simple fire, the minions in the cottage, at this time can survive less than one-tenth, long lost the courage, as soon as the fire was extinguished, immediately rolled and pushed each other trampling and rushed down the hill, many people jumped off the cliff directly with their index fingers.

The snow under his feet has been completely frozen into blue ice, and the red blood mist floats on it, turning into a gang wind driven by a chopping axe, slashing and slashing several times, but it is blocked by a slender lightsaber, and the blood-colored soul energy continues to emanate from the body of the monster that has slowly become less humanoid, and the cloth is purified into nothingness by the golden light.

The Sword of Judgment of the Curse, the weapon of the "King" that specializes in dealing with the Chosen Spear.

The silver-colored figure holding the lightsaber was still as light as a swallow on the icy flat ground, with long sleeves fluttering, not to mention the wounds on his body, it could be said that not even a grain of dust was contaminated. And his opponent, a figure wrapped in red blood waves, had already cracked several huge wounds on his body, and inside the wounds, teeth slowly grew.

This man is turning into a monster.

"Can you actually hold it on your hand for ten minutes......" The whisper of the god of law spread out in the air like a demon's whisper, and quickly disappeared, but the lightsaber in his hand turned from yellow to blue without mercy.

The breath of ice dissipated, and the snow on the ground slowly receded, revealing the gray rock layer below that had been weathered for thousands of years and deposited for thousands of years.

The first style in the Guanlan sword technique was performed by Yinchen very peacefully and calmly, that sword was not so dangerous, but some exquisite and gorgeous techniques were added to the horizontal slash, making the swordsmanship look erratic, just like the "Convergence Style Tangram Sword", but every subtle movement of that sword is real, because it is no longer the first style to test the opponent in the Guanlan swordsmanship, but another swordsmanship that really has offensive significance.

Finishing Technique: The years are merciless.

A blue sword aura spread out, completely enveloping the blood-red figure like a large laser weapon, and in an instant, thousands of years passed. The figure suddenly swelled into a giant monster, and then quickly decayed, turning into a wizened old man, into an air-dried corpse, and finally into a cloud of dust, which disappeared with the wind.

A sword was handed out, and time and space were confused, but the blue blade of time and space, which could have used the other two swords again, suddenly broke into three.

At the fracture, the marks of heavy axe slashing are particularly obvious.

"Axe...... There are still weapons in this world to restrain me?!" Silver Dust let go of his hand, and the space-time broken sword turned into spatial fluctuations and disappeared into the air.

Suddenly, in the month of August, which is called summer, snow falls uncontrollably.

[One day later, in the evening]

The fire and destruction of the Wulu Cottage had been completely hidden in the black smoke clouds rising from the southwest, and the terrible bombardment and the ignorant and cruel methods of the so-called "Dingchao" before the bombardment were also spread in the rivers and lakes after the arrival of Yehevelin's fifty people. What makes these fifty brave and fearless heroes depressed is that such legends, including the bombing itself, have not attracted people's attention, and it seems that since the Feiyan City incident, or since the Crying Buddha was judged and died by the gods, there is no longer a lack of this kind of separatist party, killing and eating people.

Yekhvilin Soetuk did not know that this short era was called the "Shanzhai Period" by later historians On the land of the Heisei Era, in addition to the Ding Dynasty, there are also Zhen Dynasty, Shun Dynasty, Fu Dynasty, Wei Dynasty and so on of different sizes, hundreds of dynasties, the entire Fengyuan Continent, are showing a chaotic situation like the Warring States, if there is no sudden arrival of the winter behind, such a situation of division and separation, it is possible to last for decades, and even under the intentional management of the Anglo Empire, it has become a political "forever".

The crisis of division and secession on the Fengyuan Continent has become more serious than any other period in history. Many ignorant and frenzied cottage kings have even invented their own special language and writing to culturally isolate and kill each other from the people of all ethnic groups in Fengyuan, who originally had the foundation of great unification.

These long-term and dangerous signs could not be noticed by Suo Etuk at this time, and he was now taking good care of his sister and his sister's best friend in the Tieling Inn, one of the two largest inns in the Iron Wheel Mansion.

The poison of Huan Yingxiang under the second leader of the "Ding Dynasty" is actually not a strange poison that is difficult to cure, according to the doctor in the "Renyi Hall" next door to the Tieling Inn: "That is, the poison is more violent." It was not difficult to solve, at this time the two women were lying on the kang sickly, their beautiful faces, and the expressions of fear for the rest of their lives were exactly the same.

Soetuk served the decoction as diligently as a servant, and never complained. The two girls saw it in their eyes, Yareli was fine, knowing that her brother had been a good boy who loved her sister since she was a child, but Sophie Fei couldn't stand it a little, and her eyes were red with emotion, and she said that she envied Yareli for having a good brother, but as she was talking, she suddenly saw someone outside pushing the door in.

This person is the most trusted person in Suo Etuke along the way, Zhang Jiu'er of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, his strength is worse than Hu Hansan, but he is also very strong, and he is honest and responsible, and he is a good dart master who really has the spirit of the dart game. His presence made Su Feifei a little uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to attack, Su Feifei really wanted to escape regardless of this along the way, especially the moment when the poison in her body was dissolved, no matter if she was in the countryside or in the city, she didn't want to continue the journey that made her extremely painful.

But Zhang Jiu'er still has the existence of a few Tianxing Martial Arts Hall dart masters, so she doesn't dare to take it lightly, even if she thinks that her strength is okay, in the face of a behemoth like Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, she can't face it directly when she is really alone, as for those male fan groups who threaten to save her? It's strange that that kind of scum organization can be trusted.

Therefore, with many subtle and complex emotions, when she saw Zhang Jiu'er walking in with a solemn face, she was still thinking about her own affairs, and she was completely unprepared for Zhang Jiu'er's serious words:

"That person has been found, in the Tieliu Inn in the Iron Wheel Mansion, and the master (the head dart) is looking for you to discuss. ”

When Sootuk heard this, he didn't have a surprised expression, but was so calm that Zhang Jiu'er's heart was cold: "...... Well, I'll talk to this old man personally. ”

He didn't seem to be asking about the whereabouts of the Sleepy Rain.

In the top-floor guest room of the Tieling Inn, Zhang Weiwu sat alone at the tea table, the tea on the table had already been cold but did not move, and the old man was just smoking a hookah one after another. The expression on his face was one of pathos rather than sorrow.

"Old man. Soetuk entered the door and saluted the old dart master first, but the old dart master didn't seem to see him at all.

"What is the situation between you and the Nano family?" asked the old man softly, staring at the lines on the wooden table.

"What?" Suo Etuke didn't expect Zhang Weiwu to ask such a thing, and after thinking about it, he forcibly expressed his meaning: "Old man, if I don't think I can do it, I can withdraw the dart, the reputation of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion cannot be planted, and now we are wronged and have a debt, this matter will eventually fall on the true king, and we grassland herdsmen don't need to force you to die!

"It's late. Zhang Weiwu spit out these two words lightly, and his tone was as fluttering as a soul out of the body: "You don't know, right? Just now, Lord Newgret, the commander of the patrol battalion of the Iron Wheel Mansion, has come here, and I am limited to sending the light device to the Governor's Mansion before the end of the grassland rainy season." ”

"What!" Soetuk shouted, almost jumping, "Newgret?"

"Yes, we signed the deed, which is to hand over the light vessel directly to your father...... Your father and I are also old friends, he is a good man...... But nowadays, good people are always bullied. ”

"Newgret! they, we shouldn't have kept their seed in the first place!" Soetuk's eyes were almost bursting with fire, he didn't expect that anyone would dare to stumble on their entire people at such a fateful juncture!

Although the Eight Banners of Jianzhou have been united for decades, before that, they were hostile tribes, and no one really knew how much dirt and blood and tears there was among them.

There is no possibility of alleviating these contradictions and hatreds within the entire enslaving civilization, and the Nano family will never spend their energy in such a boring place.

Soetuk took a deep breath to calm himself down, and he could probably guess the dangerous situation Zhang Weiwu was in at this time. His throat moved, and then he raised his hand and fell into a silent soul-gathering posture before he walked to the table and sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Old man, is it the imperial court...... Forcing you?"

"Not only the imperial court, but also Han Rinxu. Zhang Weiwu closed his eyes in pain: "I have been old and delicate all my life, and I have been thinking about it all my life, but I didn't calculate it after all, people's hearts, people's hearts! Back then, I partnered with him to open this martial arts hall, apostles, darts, kicking halls, preventing others from kicking the hall, I have seen all kinds of treacherous battles, and even once I was almost caught and boiled human brains! But so many hardships and hardships have survived, and the brothers are connected, and they are really profitable, but they can't prevent Han Rinxu from turning apostasy! A small official hat from the fourth grade bought him! He bought his benevolence, his talent, his boxing skills, and his killing ways, all of them were bought and bought! The old man couldn't give him these, and all he could give him was a little bit of the reputation and yellow and white things!"