Hanging up the phone, Li Ling turned around in the car, and he didn't plan to go back to the studio, and drove towards the suburbs.

An hour later, Li Ling rushed to the courtyard.

As soon as he entered, Li Ling saw Limoth, Nicolas Cage, Qin Tian and others all sitting in the living room.

"Who are you?" Li Ling looked at the few people present and couldn't help frowning.

Seeing Li Ling coming in, Nicolas Cage frowned and said, "Li Ling, what happened in the capital? Not long ago, many ancient warriors passed by here and rushed to the capital!"

"Because of the Red Imperial Order!" Li Ling didn't expect Limoth and them to get together, because of this matter, and hurriedly explained.

After listening to Li Ling's explanation, several people present breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Xinxiong, who had been silent, got up slowly, tidied up his clothes, and said: "The country is in trouble, I, Wang Xinxiong, can't ignore it, everyone, take your leave!"

"Uncle Wang, there are already a lot of masters on the Blue Fox side, you don't really need to go!" No one knew how dangerous it was in South Africa, and Li Ling didn't want Wang Xinxiong to take the risk.

Wang Xinxiong's face changed slightly, staring at Li Ling.

Meeting Wang Xinxiong's gaze, Li Ling's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Uncle Wang, why are you looking at me like this?"

"If the general hears your words, he will definitely plan your legs!" Wang Xinxiong's voice was cold.

"Ugh!"

Li Ling smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Wang, I am also thinking about your safety!"

"The horse leather shroud is the fate of soldiers. If I can die on the battlefield, I, Wang Xinxiong, will be very happy!" Wang Xinxiong's expression was firm, and his eyes flashed with a kind of light that only a soldier has, and that kind of light was extremely hot.

Li Ling frowned, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"Farewell!"

With a bow to everyone, Wang Xinxiong strode towards the outside of the courtyard.

Looking at the back of Wang Xinxiong leaving, Limoth's face flashed with a strange light, and he said in a low voice: "Mr. Wang is a respectable soldier, and I also understand why Huaxia was able to win under the aggression of the Eight-Nation Alliance sixty years ago is precisely because there is a group of soldiers like Mr. Wang. ”

Li Ling shook his head, sighed in his heart, looked at Limoth, and said, "How are you preparing?"

"Almost!" Limos chuckled and looked at Qin Tian.

Under Limoth's gaze, Qin Tian's figure and face gradually changed.

"This, this is?"

Looking at Qin Tian's face at this moment, Li Ling was shocked in his heart.

The resolute face was like a knife, the skin was slightly dark, and a pair of eyes flashed with an unruly light, a suffocating momentum, like a demon killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"This is what my uncle Li Zhenlong looks like?"

"Hmm!" Limos nodded and said, "Li Zhenlong is a Grandmaster powerhouse, although he has been missing for sixteen years, his appearance should not change much. ”

At the same time, in the Beizhan Military Academy in Beijing, groups of ancient warriors gathered together.

"Master Yi Bai, you actually brought eighteen bronze men and thirty-six warrior monks!"

"Master Zhao, your cultivation has improved again!"

"Brother Yu, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right?"

"Old man Xufeng, you have a good relationship with Old Li, I don't know how he is now?"

Hundreds of ancient warriors gathered together and talked to each other.

However, they all avoided one topic at the same time, and that was the Red Imperial Order this time.

In the middle of the crowd, a man in his thirties was holding a long sword, with an indifferent expression, as if he could not hear the noise around him.

"This sword?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man in the middle of his strength walked to the edge of the prime, his eyes flashed with shock, and he looked at the black long sword on his chest with both hands, "Your Excellency, I don't know what to call it?"

"Ling Tian!" said the prime man indifferently.

"Is the Longquan Sword in your hand?" the middle-aged man's eyes rolled with excitement.

"Hmm!" Ling Tian nodded indifferently.

"It's really the Longquan Sword!" the middle-aged man was overjoyed, his voice trembling with excitement, "Brother Ling Tian, can you lend me this Longquan Sword?"

"Don't borrow!"

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Brother Ling Tian, I'll borrow it and take a look, it's not that I want your Longquan Sword!"

"The sword is in the people, the sword is dead, don't borrow it!"

"Still a sword idiot!" the middle-aged man shook his head and didn't continue to force. Because he knows that for the sword idiot, the sword is life, and he wants to borrow the sword to see it, unless he is killed.

On the other side, Xuyu, who was wearing a Taoist uniform, with her long hair coiled up and a wooden sword tied around her waist, was chatting with a girl wearing a white T-shirt on the top and a pair of skinny jeans on the bottom.

The girl has a delicate face, always with a faint smile, and a pair of beautiful eyes as if she can speak.

If the void rain is a white lotus, then this girl is like a Xiao Qiang.

"Sister Xuyu, your true qi is getting more and more refined, the younger generation, the number one master, it must be you!" the girl said with a grin.

Xuyu shook his head, and couldn't help but think of Li Ling's face in his mind, chuckled, and said, "The first master of the younger generation, I don't deserve this title." ”

"Could it be that someone is more powerful than Sister Xuyu?"

"Quite a few!" Xuyu swept his gaze, looked at the Yuanzhen monk walking around in the distance, and then looked at Ling Tian who was holding the black Longquan sword, and seven or eight ancient martial artists who were no more than forty years old.

"Xueyu, why did you come here this time?" A trace of doubt flashed in Xuyu's beautiful eyes, looking at the girl beside her.

Han Xuewei looked helpless, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "My parents have gone abroad, and there is no way to rush back for a while." The old man had a stroke last year, if he hadn't been really angry, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to hold on to it now. In the huge Han family, there is only one descendant left who can cultivate ancient martial arts, so I can only come!"

"Fellow Daoist of Xuyu, I haven't seen you for a long time!" At this moment, Monk Yuanzhen ran up with a smile, clasped his hands together, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and stared at Han Xuewei, "Amitabha, this benefactor doesn't know what to call it?"

"Little monk, there's something wrong with your eyes!" Han Xueyu glanced at the Yuanzhen monk who secretly looked at his full chest, bit his teeth lightly, and said viciously: "If you take another look, I will break your dog's leg!"

"Ahem, Amitabha, the benefactor is too angry, for girls, it's not good, it's not good!" Monk Yuanzhen's expression changed and became extremely solemn.

"Tang Yan?"

Suddenly, Xuyu's face changed slightly, he looked at Tang Yan who was standing beside Tang Hang in the distance, and said in a lost voice: "Her breath?"

At this moment, Tang Yan lost her previous playfulness and cuteness, her face was cold, she was holding the Feiyun Sword in her hand, and she followed closely behind Tang Hang, her beautiful eyes that were originally full of aura were full of coldness.

"What a cold sword!" Ling Tianhuo, who was five hundred meters away from Tang Yan, raised his head, and a strong battle intent flashed in his eyes.