The people who poured into the large conference room through the outer door saw two young men facing each other like fighting cocks, and a crying woman sitting on the ground, which was quite curious and interesting.

Is this a bloody plot of Shenma? love triangle or horizontal knife love?

Looking at the kid on the other side who has a nose and eyes that are not eyes, isn't it the life-saving benefactor Man Jianghong of everyone? But the situation outside was critical, and they were not familiar with each other, so they dispersed after only a few words, and found a seat for themselves.

As soon as he saw someone coming in, Wang Jing got up at a god-like speed, stepped forward and obediently grabbed Man Jianghong's arm.

Man Jianghong first stiffened her like a wooden stake, but finally couldn't stand her gently begging, and saw the people who came in cast strange eyes, so she had to sit down. He walked over, but he didn't sit, but stood next to him, as if he had become a guard.

Wang Jing took out a fragrant tissue from Xiaokun's bag, didn't care about herself, and went to wipe the sweat on his face first. His cheeks were bulging, and he pushed his hand angrily. She smiled, not annoyed, and took out another one and handed it to Chase. The black-faced young man took it solemnly, folded it and put it in his pocket.

The room has a capacity of more than 200 people, and the windows open to the back of the main building, so there is no view of the front lawn. Some observers came in and tried to go out, but were stopped by the security guard at the door.

The alarm stopped, and the main building was well insulated, so I couldn't hear the outside world clearly. But with that ear power, I could vaguely feel a muffled sound coming from the front lawn, and then another explosion. The former is like an iron ox plowing the ground, and the latter is like a thunder god beating a drum, long and empty, like a cry blocked by mountains.

In a few moments, all the sounds died down, and ten security guards rushed in, standing against the wall, as if they were monitoring the twenty or so people in the conference room.

Man Jianghong hurriedly intercepted a security guard and asked about Hua Rong's situation, and was relieved to know that he was pulled away by Long Wu.

Looking around, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

These ten security guards are all unfamiliar faces, in their early twenties, and eight of them are only in the realm of samurai, so they are nervous, but the two people guarding the door can't see through the cultivation, and their expressions are very calm.

It was inconvenient for Man Jianghong to turn on the Tianyan mode to observe, but he remembered very well that among the more than forty security guards from outside tonight, more than a dozen of them couldn't understand by themselves, revealing a very dangerous aura.

Could it be that these dozen or so people were one of Long Chen's ambush soldiers, and the remaining twenty or so were just to cover up their tracks?

He sat back down, and when he saw Wang Jing's concerned eyes, he couldn't help but feel guilty for the impulse just now, but he refused to bow his head and admit his mistake, so he took the initiative to ask her for a tissue to wipe his face. She was overjoyed in her heart, and involuntarily got closer, looking really like a happy and reconciled little couple.

The level of information he came into contact with was not high, but it was many and miscellaneous, and after seeing this group of security guards, a thought came to him, this will never be Long Chen's only hole card, and this battle will never present a one-sided situation with a huge disparity in strength. On the contrary, "Bright World" is sure to be invincible, otherwise Long Chen would not have personally ventured into danger.

Thinking of the prophecy of Kangjie's "blood flowing into a river", and thinking of the metaphor of the great monk Gesang's "hand to destroy the world", I feel that it is a bit like being in a crumbling abandoned building, two groups of people fighting for life and death, both hoping to complete their work in one battle, but they will not be in love with each other.

The earth is the ruined building!

Palms, haven't been patted yet!

Before the cataclysm, living beings were sensitive.

For example, ants will move before heavy rain, rats will not be afraid of people before an earthquake, and dolphins will flee before a tsunami because they have received abnormal information.

Man is the spirit of all things, the sensory organs have degenerated, but the spiritual consciousness has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the scope and content of the sense of induction have become more complex and subtle, but I don't know it. And those who know a little bit often become a god stick.

More than 100 years ago, in World War II, Hitler proclaimed himself the savior of the Aryans, and almost succeeded in trying to kill all the inferior races to rule the world. In fact, on the eve of World War II, many people in Europe had similar anxious dreams, saying that the demon king was about to come to the world and bring havoc to the world.

These dreams are recorded in detail in Junger's book, saying that "the golden-haired beast will break through the underground prison and bring disaster to the whole world". It doesn't matter whether Hitler was blonde or not, what matters is that these dreams came true.

On the eve of a huge cataclysm, even ordinary people can often feel some advanced information.

Man Jianghong has reviewed thousands of dream waveforms of all kinds of people, and feels that under the curves of joy or sorrow, there is actually a deep anxiety and fear hidden.

Could that be an induction of the future?

He was in a hurry, and a baby-faced young man walked in, bowed politely in front of him, and said, "Mr. Jiang Hong, please come with me." ”

Oh, clear work. This large conference room was full of reporters and observers, but I didn't see the rest of the martial artists and staff of the research institute, so they must have gone to the small conference room.

The three of them only walked a few steps, but the young man stopped again and looked at Wang Jingtong behind Man Jianghong chasing after him, with a sad face.

Man Jianghong understood what he meant, and gently patted the other party's shoulder and said, "It's okay, we're together." ”

The young man smiled slightly and said, "I'm Hu Xiangzi, thank you very much." After speaking, he turned around and led the way.

Man Jianghong recognized him as one of Long Chen's personal bodyguards, and couldn't help muttering when he heard the words, this name seems to be a Taoist number!

When I arrived in the corridor, I saw that there were security guards standing in front of every door, silent.

Man Jianghong went to the window to take a look, and saw a bunch of people in the square dismantling the viewing platform and the ring in a chaotic manner. The wooden structure is easy to dismantle and can be carried to the beach.

Looking at it again, this group of people is a Liangyue martial artist, and the palace Han Qing covered his head with his shirt, and he was shouting bare-chested. The carpet in the lawn was crumpled and curled, leaving dark brown marks on it, and the stumps were faintly scattered, and the scraps of rags were everywhere. I only felt that it was strange when I was far away, but there was a young martial artist in the ping who ran to the side and retched.

"What are they doing?" asked Man Jianghong strangely.

"Clear the field and prepare for war. Hu Xiangzi didn't look back.

When they arrived at the stairs in the middle of the corridor, Hu Xiangzi led the three of them straight upstairs, but it was not a small conference room at the other end.

As a staff member of the research institute, Man Jianghong is very familiar with this building. The fourth floor is the office of Lin Bin and Long Wu, and there is a door between them that is closed all the year round, and it is said that it is reserved for Long Chen. On the third floor, in addition to the administrative staff's office, there are two VIP rooms, one Chinese and one Western, is it where to go?

On the third floor, there were half fewer security guards in the corridor, but the realm was significantly higher than downstairs.

Hu Xiangzi walked to the front of the VIP room, gently pushed the half-hidden door, and the three of them saw Li Tie sitting on the sofa, turning the teacup in his hand.

"Brother Li!" Man Jianghong exclaimed in surprise.

Li Tie also showed joy on his face, gently put down the teacup, put his index finger to his lips, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Hong, be quiet." Your eldest brother seems to have seen the threshold of the grandmaster, and is enlightening inside!" Yan Bi pointed to the side door.

"Hahaha, realize the way of a fart! I didn't expect to fight with Guo Chunhai ruthlessly, and my skills were actually condensed a little. ”

As soon as the side door opened, the big man like a demon god walked out, and changed into clothes and pants that were obviously one size smaller, making his whole body tense.

"Big Brother Flower!"

Seeing that he looked very good, Man Jianghong was very happy. I used to feel that Hua Rong was domineering, but now it seems to be a lot more restrained, and there is more of an incomprehensible atmosphere.

"Brother Xiaoman, why is your title so awkward, it sounds like a flower monk, I don't know if it's called Brother Rong, it's stupid! ”

Hua Rong deliberately looked at Wang Jing twice, and squeezed her eyes proudly at Man Jianghong, who looked embarrassed, which means: Look, my brother is not wrong, it is not my words!

The five of them had just sat down when there was a knock at the door. After Li Tie said "Please come in", the half-hidden door was pushed open again, and a gentle middle-aged man walked in with a smile.

"Mr. Long, why did you come here in person. ”

Li Tie took the lead, and everyone stood up one after another, except for a slight hesitation in the pursuit of life.

"Brother Hua, thank you for helping tonight. Long Chen took the lead in holding Hua Rong's hand.

"It's nothing, I've long looked at Guo Chunhai's unpleasant eyes. Grandma's, overwhelming our underground workers of national security. Hua Rong smiled innocently.

"Brother Li Tie, thank you for coming. I only met with General Shaoshi in the capital last month, and he mentioned you, but I didn't expect to see you today. ”

"Mr. Long has seen the outside, the family doesn't speak two words, it should be!"

Hehe, there's a story in this conversation!

Man Jianghong summed up, isn't General Shaoshi Hua Rong's top boss Li Shaoshi, and Li Si, the iron buddy in the Seven Killings? It seems that Li Tie is Li Si's younger brother, and Long Chen's relationship with Li Si is extraordinary. No wonder Hua Rong threw himself into the research institute but didn't ask for anything, and today he appeared here very strangely, showing that the carriage and horses were fighting with the Nanhai faction, as if he had handed over a letter of submission.

Bingling's father is really powerful, he only glanced at the door when he entered, nodded with a smile, and seemed to look into everyone's eyes to say hello, with a sincere and cordial attitude. And a big man like him, who goes in and out, hugs back and forth, but doesn't bring a bodyguard here, showing unusual trust and respect, which makes your heart very comfortable and excited.

"Jiang Hong, amazing! Today you have made great contributions, and I thank you on behalf of everyone. Long Chen patted Man Jiang Hong on the shoulder appreciatively, noticed the woman next to him, and asked suspiciously without waiting for an answer, "Who is this?"

The messenger's instructions were that if Jiang Hong could not be used, he would simply kill him to prevent future troubles. He also saw that this kid liked his daughter Long Bingling, and he just smiled at this kind of unintentional thing. But after this kid saved the lives of hundreds of people at the scene, there was a heavy kindness at the bottom, and it became possible to do anything that didn't have a score. But why is there a girl with him? As soon as the fireworks explode, he grabbed the girl and ran, and the relationship was very unusual!

The outside was murderous, and there were world-class celebrities in the house, but Miss Wang's thoughts were a little out of bounds.

The woman has a natural and wonderful sixth sense, and when she thinks of the girl named Bing Ling, she almost falls into despair. On appearance, age, life experience, strength, everything has to throw yourself several streets, what a discouraged opponent!

She didn't hear what Long Chen asked, but even if a smart woman was out of the world, she could still connect the conversation seamlessly.

"I, I'm Jiang Hong's...... Friends!"

Wang Jing shyly answered first, and two red clouds flew on her face.

Someone immediately breathed a sigh of relief, just afraid that she would say that it was a girlfriend when her brain was pumped, and that she really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash the birds! Wait, no! Friends are friends, why are you blushing?

Long Chen read countless people, and at a glance he could see that this pair of young girls must have entanglements, smiled and nodded to Wang Jing, then turned to chase his life, hugged his fists and saluted: "This one, presumably it is Master Kangjie's high-level life-chasing Taoist friend, deigning to the research institute for so long, Long Chen is very grateful." ”

Chasing life only hummed in his nostrils, and casually arched his hand, and Long Chen didn't care.

Long Chen sat down and chatted with everyone for a while, the content was relaxed and casual, and he didn't pay attention to the sword light and sword shadow outside the building. It was only when he said goodbye that his face showed a little seriousness, and he knocked on the glass casually by the window, and said: "The most expensive part of this building is actually an ultra-high-strength curtain wall, which can resist mortar bombardment." The South Sea faction has fenced off the outside, so remember not to leave this building or open the windows. ”

......

In the Chinese-style VIP room next door, the door is closed, the curtains are drawn, but the air conditioning is not on. Gandharpo sat on a carved mahogany chair, two girls stood behind her, the coffee table in front of her was placed with the "Ancient Relics" guqin, the bronze incense burner at the foot of the wall was inserted with a few lit sandalwood incense, and the room was filled with the fragrance of musk and flowers. Long Wu and Long Jiu sat on both sides, not even daring to come out, while Bing Ling was pouring water and tea for the three of them.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Jiu, stay for a while in the battle between the Bright World and the South China Sea faction, you are not allowed to make a move, unless Xiao Chen's life is threatened. After this night, you will return with me to the mountain. ”

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

Long Wu stared at the "Ancient Voice" with a solemn expression and asked cautiously. This guqin is one of the few treasures of the dragon clan, and it cannot be easily left the mountain, and there must be a big event when it comes out of the mountain.

"Well, you're all young, and you should know something. Influenced by Xiao Chen, you feel that the eight Heavenly Dragons are all old and stubborn, and the rules of the Dragon Clan are outdated and backward, and they are not close to people, and they will definitely be eliminated in the future, right?"

"Nephew doesn't dare!" Long Wu and Long Jiu both lowered their heads.

"You see, the dragon clan has stood for a thousand years, how many dynasties have changed? If everything is for the children of the mountain, if you always think about communicating with the flower world, it will have already perished. ”

"Auntie is right!"

"Among the martial arts, only Shaolin and Wudang can compete with the dragon clan. But what do you think of us compared to Xiuzhen?"

"This, it seems to be inferior!"

"Then why have cultivators been born one after another in recent years, sweeping the martial arts, but not looking for trouble with the dragon clan?"

"Well, I don't know ......"

"How can it be!"

As soon as Qianda Po slapped the table, Long Wulong and the nine brothers were frightened, and the little quail stood up.

The teacup jumped up, the tea soup splashed, and Bingling hurriedly wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

"When you go to school, the old people in the clan will tell you that the goddess killed the immortals in the pre-Qin period, are you listening to it as a joke?"

The brothers were depressed, where did they dare to open their mouths.

Seeing their appearance, Gandharva's voice softened slightly, and said:

"The goddess passed down the Heavenly Dragon lineage, that is, our ancestors, and it is a feud with the Qi Refiner. Fortunately, the Qi Refiners declined, and the cultivators were afraid of it, so everyone was safe. Do you think that 20 years ago, a mere businessman would dare to challenge the dragon clan? Three years ago, was it an accident that your eighth uncle and uncle disappeared? Do you think that the strongest combat power of the dragon clan is the Eight Heavenly Dragons? Wrong, the strongest combat power of the dragon clan is the Goddess Peak, the holy woman who serves the goddess. The Dao Sect has not ascended to an immortal for eight hundred years, but the Dragon Clan has not produced a saint for eight hundred years!"

"I ...... I, when I saw the Ice Spirit make a move, did I refine the Ice Spirit Dragon Soul?" Long Jiu stumbled and asked a little excitedly.

"Among this group of girls who have been cultivated since childhood, the ice spirit has the ice spirit dragon soul at the beginning of the water month, and she is the most likely to become a saint in the past three hundred years. But ten days ago, the Heavenly Dragon Relic was stolen, and Shui Yue also disappeared!"

Qiandapo's words exploded in the minds of the brothers like a thunderbolt, shocking them speechless, and their faces turned pale.

There may be other reasons for the disappearance of the water moon, and it is not necessarily extremely bad. But the Tianlong relics are the only holy relics left by the ancestor of the dragon family, Tianlong, and it is the spiritual sustenance of the people, and the preciousness is more than the jade seal of the imperial court and the crown of the pope.

......

Long Chen stood alone in front of the window of the small room, quietly looking outside, his mood was very complicated and indescribable.

The side door was wide open, and a giggle could be heard in the hall outside, as Butterfly Dance was discussing the formation of the troops underneath the fandom.

Tonight he drove the expedition in person, but the commander was her.

Butterfly Dance's laughter is relaxed, transparent, and heartless, and she may really regard this decisive battle as a game.

It's really a game, a game of chess. A few hundred lives is only the first step, and the future chess game is a bet on the future of mankind.

According to the plan, he can't win too much tonight, but he can't lose too badly either!

If he uses the power of science and technology, he is sure that he will wipe out the South China Sea faction here. However, purely in the competition of human force, he cannot dominate the battle.

The Xiuzhen sect is too mysterious, there is too little information publicized, and the situation is not clear.

They are powerful, their deeds are ancient, and they are still said to use flying pigeons.

How similar this is to the dragons!

His aunt's face was cold and warm, and she arrived with the ice spirit in the critical autumn, which touched him very much, but she didn't want it. Although he turned out of Wushan, how could he give up the love of blood. Over the years, I have tried my best to reconcile with the clan, but the results are not satisfactory.

When he was in trouble, he sent his daughter back to Wushan, but now he is in power, but it is getting harder and harder to see her. Especially after the ice spirit defeated Zhang San tonight, he suddenly realized that the little baby who babbled back then might really become the saintess of the dragon clan. I can even guess that my aunt arrived at such a moment, although it was out of self-protection, but it also didn't mean to let Bing Ling end the fate and see his father for the last time.

He is not a good father, but he also does not want his daughter to stay in the mountains and carry the heavy responsibilities of the family.

Standing at the pinnacle of the world, it is like a flower of years, and it is a good youth.

At the beginning, he escaped from his father's design like that, but he didn't expect to push his daughter into the same trajectory with his own hands, and see her go farther and farther.

If you want to reclaim the Ice Spirit, you must fight with your kin.

Back then, he rebelled out of Wushan alone, and today he has millions of soldiers.

He couldn't do it.

Can't do it either.

Tonight's battle with the South China Sea faction is the result of a game between many forces.

The wind and rain are shaking, and no one wants this battle to become the fuse for the all-out war of the secular initiates.

Therefore, from 1 to 7 o'clock in the morning is the time for the decisive battle, after which there will be external forces to intervene to stop it.

But tonight there were frequent accidents, and some people wanted to catch them all, and in the end, a cloud-piercing arrow greatly advanced the time of the battle, increasing it by three hours.

The crash of the helicopter must have been the work of the confident adult.

Still, it was too late.

If it weren't for the gods and ghosts, a man would have burned the whole audience, causing wolf smoke everywhere.

The omnipotent Messenger has made a serious mistake for the first time!

This is not normal!

Why haven't you received instructions until now, are you testing yourself? Or is there a battle in the sky?

The goddess enshrined by the dragon clan is named Yao Ji, does the messenger know?

What exactly are adults, humans, ghosts, demons, spirits, demons, immortals, and gods?

He didn't dare to ask these questions.

You can only wait.