Liao Feng finished his boxing in exclamation and found some ground, but he was still very depressed.

Poinsettia is a green building invested by the Liao family, and the real estate deed alone is worth 100,000 yuan, not to mention its industry status and brand value in Penglai County.

At this rate, no matter how much industry his Liao family has, it will not be enough for him to lose. And before, he also said that Ding Mu was a loser.

In a border county, Ding Mu is already very satisfied to have such a harvest.

Ding Mu recorded other people's routines one by one, but none of them were amazing. It was the original practice of Fang Han's family, and its performance was mediocre. Fang Han's routine was originally a very familiar marksmanship, and in Ding Mu's opinion, it was full of flaws.

When it was Ding Mu's turn to play, it was impossible for him to use the Mountain Opening Knife, nor the Bright Holy Sword, nor even the Mixed Yuan Sword, let alone the Star Fist.

Ding Mu only dared to use a set of three-yuan palms to routine, and the result made people feel reasonable. Selling the Three-Yuan Refining Body Technique, then he must have cultivated this technique himself.

When the test results came out, the top three were naturally Fang Han, Liao Feng, and Ding Mu. However, this is only the first level of the test, if it is an official county exam, the ranking is determined, and there will be a showdown.

This is a banquet initiated by the Fang family, so naturally it is impossible to really match, so it will only end here, just ask everyone over and find out the bottom for Fang Xiao. If someone wants to be safe, this is the time to start some private activities.

After the investigation was over, it was the banquet, Ding Mu wanted to leave, but Fang Han pulled him to sit for a while, the most important thing was about the distribution of the Poinsettia Mansion, and Ding Mu also thought that he was not in a hurry, that is, it was just a meal time.

Ding Mu was enjoying a sumptuous dinner, and heard Fang Han say that the poinsettia girl was ranked, and in the direction of Shili Mountain, the seven figures were running in the direction of the East Wharf.

These seven figures, all of them are orange and yellow bright shirts, but the first one of them is the one with a frown on his brows, with anger, and behind him, he is the master of the Temple of Light.

Shilishan Wharf was originally empty, but at this time there were more than ten people, all of whom were laborers recently invited by Uncle Fu. The buildings here have not been damaged much, according to Uncle Fu's calculations, in two or three days, they will be able to live in new people.

Uncle Fu walked around the side of the building with his hands behind his back and walked to the wharf, which had a long wooden corridor that stretched to the depths of the sea, where the ship received the cargo.

"This place should be built five zhang further, that is a large cargo ship, and it will not run aground, if it is at this depth, I am afraid that there will be restrictions. ”

"In this way, it can increase the range of ships handled by the wharf, which is a good small port. ”

Uncle Fu calculated silently, and suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves behind him.

"Hey, the newly bought furniture has already arrived, but it's almost time. ”

Calculating the time, a batch of tables, chairs, beds, and screens should have been delivered in the next two days.

When Uncle Fu walked back, he saw seven tall horses galloping towards him.

"Temple of Light!"

Uncle Fu was shocked, but he was not afraid, the strength of the Bright Temple here, Uncle Fu knew.

The old temple owner recognized Uncle Fu, who was Ding Mu's guard some time ago.

"Your Excellency, that is the man, and the death of the temple guard should be done by this person. ”

The old temple master knew Ding Mu's strength, and it was impossible for the temple guards to be killed by him.

Seven horses rushed straight up, and surrounded Uncle Fu in the middle, led by a young man of about thirty, staring at Uncle Fu.

"You're the one who killed my temple?"

Uncle Fu only noticed at this time that this group of people was not headed by the old temple master, and when he visited this person again, he was suddenly shocked, this person's blood was rolling, like a dormant tiger.

"The consummation of the flesh!"

"Huh, you have some eyesight, you are the slave next to Zhao Yun?"

This person has a commanding appearance, and he doesn't take Uncle Fu in his eyes at all.

Uncle Fu felt a chill in his heart, and felt the other party's killing intent, but he couldn't show his cowardice at this time.

"Yes! What do you have to say?"

"Hmph, the dog minion, he dares to kill the people of my Bright Temple, and he is about to get out of that Zhao Yun and die!"

Uncle Fu was furious, and this person was unreasonable, but this person's realm was one level higher than his own, and Uncle Fu didn't dare to take the initiative, but said patiently: "My son-in-law has something to do when he goes out, and if you want to see him, you have to wait for a while." ”

"How long!"

"Not sure!"

When this person heard Uncle Fu's reply, he was even more furious.

The majesty of the God of Light cannot be so blasphemous.

"Something like a dog, dare to be disrespectful to this messenger, and order it!"

Uncle Fu was shocked, a realm, the difference in strength was obvious, and the other party only pulled out the long sword casually, and felt like a fierce beast pounced.

At this time, how dare he be careless, Uncle Fu ran himself with all his might, and the acupuncture points of his whole body opened in an instant.

"I dare to take the weapon of this messenger with my bare hands, I don't know whether I am alive or dead!"

"Bright Slash!"

This slash was completely different from Ding Mu's move, and Uncle Fu only felt that there was no way to avoid it.

"Return to the Yuan Palm!"

This is a defensive move in the middle of the three-yuan palm, and Uncle Fu slapped it on the opponent's sword with one palm.

But helplessly, the difference in strength between the two sides was three or four times, and this palm only slapped the long sword slightly off two inches.

"Whew!"

The sword light flashed, and Uncle Fu's left arm had been cut an inch-deep wound.

"Not to die!

The messenger felt that he had failed to kill the opponent in one move, and lost face, so he reflexively jumped off his horse.

This sword stabbed Uncle Fu straight up, middle and down, and he didn't know which way was true.

Uncle Fu knows this trick, you think either side is a real attack, and the other party is likely to change halfway.

This sword is called Guangming asked, the sword is not added, you don't know which way the other party took.

Uncle Fu retreated sharply, but the other party was faster, so Uncle Fu had to protect the road.

"Whew!"

With a pain in his abdomen, Uncle Fu knew that it would be difficult to survive today, and he didn't expect the other party to be so domineering, and he dared to kill people without scruples.

Blood spurted out from his abdomen, Uncle Fu's heart sank, but the other party hadn't let it go, and before he could react, the tip of the sword had reached his neck.

"Say! Where is Zhao Yun! If you don't say it, you'll die!"

Uncle Fu sneered.

"Hmm!"

Uncle Fu sent his body forward, and he actually sent it up at the tip of the sword. This messenger wanted to leave a living mouth and ask where Zhao Yun was, but he didn't expect that although this person was old, he was extremely strong, and the tip of the sword directly pierced his neck.

"Bad luck!"

The Temple of Light envoy cursed, and blood was spilled all over his body.

"Messenger, it is said that Zhao Yun has a temporary residence in the city, not here, it should be in that place. I'll rush over at once, and the news won't reach his ears. ”

"Throw the corpse into the sea, and you will lead the way, and then go and execute the man!"

After half a pillar of incense, the seven horses hurried towards Penglai City.

At this time, Ding Mu didn't know about it at all, and was still chatting with Fang Han about changing cups.

Somewhere in Shili Mountain, a figure of Luo Shang walked with a solemn face, muttering to himself, obviously making some decisions that were difficult to decide.

"This man dares to kill the people of the light, and his courage is indeed not ordinary. How can a man of light be provoked by an ordinary man?"

"Aside from the factor of gods, it is not so easy for the imperial court to cut off a god cult in terms of strength alone. ”

"Although the imperial court is concerned about the fact that there are many divine cults in the world, and they collude with each other to contain the imperial court, but the strength of a single Bright God Cult is also the second largest force in addition to the imperial court!"

"Although my Poseidon Sect is known as the Divine Cult and has divine manifestations, if I can not offend the Illuminatid Sect, I will not offend. ”

"However, it doesn't hurt to put a message, as long as you don't know about the ghosts, then it doesn't matter if you mess up some things. ”

Thinking of this, the woman in the robe turned around and entered a temple.

A moment later, a man in a strong suit came out of the temple and walked in the direction of Penglai City.