Tong Jianing looked at his father in surprise, Tong Sixi is worthy of being an old Jianghu, he has never seen any formation, it seems that Ye Hebel Ye Nalan Hong is indeed worthy of his reputation, and this golden silk coil dragon stick is not worthy of anyone.

"Hmph...... Okay, then don't blame me!" Nalan Hong casually grabbed the golden silk coil dragon stick with one hand, and gently lifted it up and dragged it up, with an expression as if he didn't use any effort at all, and carrying it was like carrying a wooden stick.

He confidently and arrogantly carried the heavy golden silk coiled dragon stick on one shoulder, and looked at Tong Sixi with a smile.

"Ye Heyan's kung fu is really powerful, the old man has learned it......! Hum...... Nalan Gongzi, let's open the skylight today and say something bright, I Tong Sixi don't want to embarrass you, you can leave if you want, and you can take the golden silk coil dragon stick away, but ...... You'd better leave now while I'm in a good mood!" Tong Sixi smiled.

"Is that true? Senior, are you warning me? You also have a crush on our Ye He's phoenix root? What a coincidence, I, Nalan Hong, are also here for the phoenix root, may I ask, what if I don't leave?" Nalan Hong's arrogance is extremely arrogant, the golden silk coil dragon stick brings him strength, brings him the glory of Yehe, the former Yeh Nala people rode on horseback and galloped on the battlefield for the Qing Dynasty and made great achievements, and today's descendants of Yehe are still unshakable, not to mention, this is the Yehe clan land, no matter if he has beaten it, he can't leave his clan land to outsiders, isn't it to laugh and be generous?

"Nalan Hong, don't toast and don't eat and drink! Lao Tzu's patience is limited!" Tong Jianing relied on the fact that there were many of them and said disrespectful to Nalan Hong.

"Jianing, stand back!" Tong Sixi asked his son and his subordinates to step back and take out a weapon from a rectangular backpack, which looked like a sword or a long knife from a long point of view, and a big red cloth was fanned on the weapon.

Tong Sixi threw the cane to his son, put on a pair of dogskin gloves, and lifted the red tarpaulin wrapped around the weapon. Suddenly, an evil aura shot out from the shiny Japanese katana.

"Sword soul?" Bai Su exclaimed.

This katana is not nearby, it is the strange katana that Tong Sixi left behind from the Japanese in the Changchun air-raid shelter to guard the souls of Class A war criminals in the past few months. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, Tong Sixi found a way to control the sword soul. It is estimated that Kameyu Kawashima secretly told him the method.

The sword soul is extremely evil, there are no less than thousands of Chinese who have died in the hands of this evil blade, its smooth and sharp blade is flowing with the blood of the Chinese, it is the best witness of the Japanese invasion of China, and its birth is also an insult to the Chinese gradually forgetting the history of blood and tears.

"Child, come here!" Tong Sixi looked at Bai Su standing behind Nalan Hong, Bai Su was his person, he would not blame Bai Su for the death of a little minion, Bai Su would be worth a lot in the future, because she was just a puppy! Tong Sixi wanted to feed her up and let her go out to bite people for herself.

"I ...... I...... Boss...... Huh?" Bai Su looked at the two sides tangledly, not knowing which side to stand on.

She loves Na Xiu, although Na Xiu is still young, but she has already seen a masculine smell in Na Xiu, this strong masculinity, this desire to protect her own woman will never be lost to the thief. He is a man he can trust.

Can now be shaped shì...... Tong Sixi is so powerful, even if Nalan Hong can fight again? Can she be able to fight so many muskets? But once she returns to Tong Sixi now, it symbolizes that she is completely separated from Na Xi, how should she choose?

"Isn't it true that our Yehe men can't protect their own girls?" Nalan Hong encouraged the ignorant boy.

"Sister, come back, come with us, come back to Yehe with us, believe me, believe in us, Lord Belle, the grievances between our two families are written off, we don't care if it's good or not, you can't fall deeper and deeper!" Na Xiu stretched out his hand and waited for his woman.

At this time, I didn't expect my big enemy, Lan Caidie, the orphan of the Red Silk Gate, to also stand up and speak for Na Xi. The quirky girl said: "Slut, put aside the grievances of our two families for the time being, if I were you, I wouldn't go back with Tong Sixi if I died, oops...... A woman is serving this perverted husband and wife at the same time, tsk tsk......"

The sharp "sword soul" was shining in the dim light, in stark contrast to the golden brilliance of the golden silk coiled dragon stick, as if one represented the demon in hell and the other represented the golden dragon in the clouds.

Bang bang bang...... Behind him, there were gunshots from the direction of the entrance, causing everyone to temporarily put aside their personal grievances, and the atmosphere was tense again, and no one knew which team of people broke in this time.

The person behind the "haha......" laughed heartily.

"Senior Brother Xizi, where don't you meet at the end of the world?"

"Whew...... Not...... Shout...... Shout......" the horses shouted wildly.

No matter where the Kanto ringing horses go, people arrive first before they arrive, which is their characteristic. At the same time, it is also a warning to the other party that they are murderous and unblinking.

Ma Fuxiang and the three brothers of the Fang family with more than a dozen brothers under their command heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the ruins of the ancient city of Yehe, for fear that their young master was in danger, so they immediately followed in, and Tong Sixi's people were in front of the feet and behind the feet. They came in time, and now the two sides are evenly matched, and if they really fight, I'm afraid no one will be able to take advantage.

Don't look at Ma Fuxiang is now an eighty-year-old man, but this old man is full of red light, full of inexhaustible strength, and he still has a murderous face after taking refuge in Buddhism for decades. He was a head shorter than Tong Sixi's thugs, but as soon as he appeared, he immediately suppressed the arrogance of this group of boys. He didn't even avoid it, and passed it directly from Tong Sixi's more than 20 subordinates, and anyone who dared to block him was immediately knocked to the ground with a punch and spat blood.

"X fuck you! Your father wasn't born before he came out to mingle! His fucking eyes widened for me! I saw it clearly, Lao Tzu's name was Ma Fuxiang! The people of the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname 'Ten Thousand Enemies'. Who the will stand up if you don't accept it, and if you don't accept it, you will go together! It's against you?" Ma Fuxiang's loud voice spread all over the Phoenix Tomb, and even the ghosts and ghosts under the tomb dodged and wanted to get into the cracks in the ground.

"Huh...... My senior brother, it's like this everywhere, okay, it seems that we're all together today, master, shouldn't we talk?" Tong Sixi, the old fox, was interested, and it was impossible to put his and his son's lives on the line, so he put away his sword soul and walked towards Wushuang.