"This is nature, sir's person, the slave family knows it very well." Fox Dieyi expected it first, she lightly pointed her lips with her fingers, made a big sister scare the child, and whispered:

"However, once the tall building has risen, you must be careful of being affected by it everywhere~"

The corners of Meng Jingchen's mouth moved, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

He pushed the door open and left. Fox Butterfly chuckled, stroked the fox in her arms, and turned into a butterfly of nothingness.

The paper was discarded on the ground without care. I saw that there were a few lines of words with a youthful spirit on it, to the effect that someone was planning to set up an organization to hunt down Mo Yindao. It may have just been released, and there are still very few handprints of the people who echoed it.

At the top, naturally, is the name of the advocate. I saw that in the dimness, I could vaguely make out the words.

[Lonely Encounter].

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In Chaoyun Street, a hexagonal building is in full swing, attracting onlookers from all around.

"What is this going to do?"

"I don't know......"

The crowd chattered, and there were also a few guards dressed in white. They listened to the crowd for a moment, then turned and headed for the round auction house.

At this moment, the auction hall is as if there is some rare treasure to be built and sold, and there is an endless stream of guards coming and going.

All the guards are in one room. And the person in that room was none other than the curator of the Great Commercial Pavilion.

At this moment, there was also a person sitting opposite him, who was sent by Qiong Tiandian to help deal with strangers, named Ling Guangtong. The two of them have been analyzing the new actions of those strangers back and forth in the past few days, weighing how to deal with them.

"Yesterday, it was reported that such a building has been built in several other important commercial towns." Ling Guangtong rummaged through the letter in his hand, "If it is indeed that kind of martial arts hall, the guards of your Great Commercial Pavilion can suppress their arrogance." ”

After the scourge of the Nine Shadows, the curator recruited many original big men to serve as guards, and after a period of training, he already had considerable qualities. But after hearing Ling Guangtong say this, the curator still shook his head.

"No, we don't know their details, and if they get involved too early, they must have fallen into a trap." The curator said, "I think to be on the safe side, you should still ask Mu Zongqing more, and we will act with them." ”

Ling Guangtong sighed: "I have to say that now even those strangers have to intervene in sending letters." Now that communication has slowed down dramatically, we can't get ahead of many things. ”

"Of course I know that......"

The curator insisted. Just then, however, the door was opened again.

"What's the ...... Well?! ”

The two of them only came in to report as the white-clothed guard, but when the man entered the house, the two of them were shocked.

It was a foreign man who was taking off his white clothes. His curly hair was very fluffy and he looked extremely tall.

"You...... Who allowed you to come here? The curator stood up majestically, but the height of the two made the curator naturally lose a lot of momentum.

"Because there's something to tell you, and it's the fastest." The man spread his hands indifferently and threw aside the white clothes he had taken off, "I can't stand the endless interrogation of those people at the door. ”

"Sure enough, I relaxed......" Ling Guangtong gritted his teeth.

"What's the matter with you?" The curator asked coldly.

The man took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to the curator: "Our chief said that this paper must be handed over to you because it is very important. The content has been revised to your text, so you can read it smoothly. ”

Ling Guangtong stood up and examined the piece of paper with the curator. There is not much text on it, but it makes the two of them look ugly at the same time.

"The martial arts hall was recently completed, do you want us to enjoy our faces?" Ling Guangtong clenched his fists and paused word by word, "You can tell your manager that we won't go." ”

But the man was ready to leave, and when he heard his words, he just nodded: "It's not a surprise - our chief says that it is enough for you to see this piece of paper and show our respect for it delivered in person." ”

With that, he quickly left. There were two people in the room again, but the atmosphere was completely different.

“…… I'll write a letter first and see what Mu Zongqing thinks of them. Ling Guangtong pondered for a moment, then turned to get a pen and paper.

The curator walked slowly towards the door. Ling Guangtong couldn't help frowning: "Curator, where are you going?" ”

"I see it." The curator didn't look back, "It's the same as before, they are going to turn from dark to light." Since they are going to threaten us with force, I'm going to ask the master to come to my aid. ”

The departure of the man just now caused a disturbance outside, so there were soon guards to help the curator leave.

Ling Guangtong looked at the noisy door, sighed with mixed feelings, and continued to turn his head to write a letter.

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Martial arts halls rose from all over the Nether Heaven, and inexplicable chills drifted uneasily in the sky.

With the slow river flowing from top to bottom, Liripu, which is located in the hinterland of the Nether Heaven, is also shrouded in this evil cold at this moment.

There were already quite a few stranger faces on the streets, and in addition to the merchants, there seemed to be some characters who did not quite look like merchants. The streets were silent, but there was one place where it seemed to be full of people.

Even in the daytime, the lights hung high in the Yeilpo Martial Arts Hall were still bright, and when they shone on everyone's faces, they seemed to be red and swollen from congestion.

"! Dry! ”

"Come on! Give it to me! ”

The voices of the assembled crowd were like a rushing tide, sometimes cheering, sometimes a burst of exclamation. On the high hexagonal platform, two stout figures kept circling in circles, and they were sweating like rain.

One of them was a stranger, and its counterpart was a local man. The two of them stretched out their postures, with fierce looks, occasionally colliding, and seizing the opportunity to throw each other off the stage at any time.

"Come on! There's a chance, idiot! ”

"He's going to pull you from behind! Back! ”

The audience below was only more excited than the two on stage. They kept screaming, their blood gushing, even if someone had already shouted hoarsely, they didn't care about it.

Most of them bet money on the stage, some of them pressed a single game, and some of them pressed the whole audience today. The winning side will receive a significant reward, while the wrong side will lose all their money.

Naturally, the participants on the stage also have bonuses, which is one of the reasons why they work very hard. Everyone present tensed their nerves all the time because of nervousness, as if the slightest carelessness would cause their money bags to fall from a high place like a loser.

There are still people on the street who come in to watch out of curiosity, and many people are held back by the excitement here. The gym was obviously a little cramped, and it was already crowded in the morning.

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