Nie Dechang called for the establishment of the National Protector League, and set the contact place of the pickaxe capital city in Haoyanglou.

Liao and Han had already written their names on the National Protectorate last night, which was not only a righteous act of the two, but also a request from the gang.

Now that I see Zhang Wangchun, I led him to the name first.

Han Mingsheng's plan to go to Qinglou was put aside for the time being, anyway, the agreed departure date for the Protector Alliance was seven days later, and there was more time to have fun these days.

When they came to Haoyang Building, they were greeted by cultivators who were surrounded by water.

There are all kinds of strange costumes and strange blades.

Some wore hats, some were masked, some wore hoods, and some were unkempt......

There are those who carry 300 catties of sledgehammers on their shoulders, those who dance 180 catties of swords, those who hold eight spears, and those who are bare-handed......

Under the eaves of the doorway, a long line lined up, waiting to write their dignified names on the Protectorate book posted on the wall.

"Let's go."

There were three layers of people inside and three layers outside, and the three of them couldn't squeeze in at all, so Han Mingsheng took the lead in squeezing out a road.

"Borrowed, borrowed."

He doesn't care whether the other party is eight-grade or seventh-grade, for those who don't listen to persuasion and don't open their eyes, he uses dark energy in his hand and pushes it away.

Han Mingsheng made such a mistake, but few people dared to reprimand and resist angrily.

He was not afraid of his Han Mingsheng's cultivation of the Eight Rank Wheel Realm martial arts, but he was afraid of the power of the Sancao Gang behind him, so he could only silently eat that dumb loss.

The Sancao Gang.

It is one of the two major gang forces in the capital of the pickaxe, controlling the entire transportation of Caoyun, and there are many masters in the cultivators in the gang, and its gang leader is a five-grade martial artist.

"You're the oldest, you're all lining up here, what are you squeezing in front."

However, they are all mighty and unyielding cultivators, but there are people who are not afraid of the ground that day.

The one who shouted at Han Mingsheng was also a martial artist of the Wheel Realm, which was a head taller than Han Mingsheng.

He stood out from the crowd, his fine flesh was like iron beating copper, and Han Ming couldn't push him from behind.

Han Mingsheng was not intimidated at all: "This is the territory of my Sancao Gang, I can do whatever I want." ”

The tall martial artist sneered unconvinced: "What about the territory of your Sancao Gang, no one can trample on the rules unscrupulously at the foot of the capital." ”

Han Mingsheng had a strong temper and was angry: "Lin Buhuan, you have itchy skin, I'll rub it for you." ”

Lin Buhuan was not to be outdone, and the corners of his mouth lifted a touch of mockery: "Han Mingsheng, when have I ever been afraid of you." ”

Han Mingsheng's eyes were cold, and he didn't say more, and he hit his elbow and shot directly.

Lin Buhuan didn't expect Han Mingsheng to be so black-hearted, and hurriedly stretched out his palms to block, and the distance was close, and he suffered a loss, took three steps back in a row, and hit the person next to him before unloading his remaining strength.

With a successful blow, Han Mingsheng sneered: "With your strength, you are also worthy of the head." ”

Lin Buhuan's anger burned in his heart, and the condensed spirit wheels in his body ran one by one, and in one breath, he actually ignited seven, which were the spirit wheel, the heroic wheel, the central spirit wheel, the force wheel, the spirit wheel, the spirit wheel, and the Tianchong wheel.

"The pinnacle of the Wheel Realm."

The sharp-eyed onlookers exclaimed.

Suddenly, Lin Buhuan's body was full of flesh and blood, like a torrent, directly shaking the air around him to boiling, accumulating to the apex, protecting himself with a hook fist with his left hand, and smashing out a big swing punch with his right hand.

The crowd didn't have time to disperse, and Han Mingsheng, who was surprised, had nowhere to dodge at all, so he could only resist.

"Dengden Deng......"

Although Han Mingsheng resisted Lin Buhuan's big swing, he took four steps back in succession, and there was still a drag behind him.

The crowd of onlookers inevitably suffered from the pond fish and dispersed.

Lin Buhuan was unforgiving, stepped forward, his body sank, his feet stomped violently, his mighty body rose into the air, and then bullied and forced forward, and his left and right fists attacked in a row.

Han Mingsheng only condensed the six spirit wheels a few days ago, where is Lin Buhuan's opponent.

For a while, there was a lot of danger, and the whole body was beaten and gradually shortened.

Seeing that he was about to lose, he saw Liao Qizang in the crowd behind Han Mingsheng rushing out, slashing out with one hand, leading one belt and one belt, and it was actually a ghost who blocked Lin Buhuan's fist, blocking all the attacks of Lin Buhuan's newly learned Xuan-level boxing technique, and forcibly cutting the two of them.

"Your name is Lin Buhuan, right?"

A slight sound sounded inexplicably, but it shocked Lin Buhuan's ears to buzz, and his blood power was a little uncontrollable, and his movements were naturally slower.

He used a set of three-step long punches, only used two strikes, and easily did not stop, originally he was going to attack, but the sound seemed to be a little familiar, he finally put away his fist and retreated.

Liao Qizang, who made a persuasion to fight, also put away his posture, looked at Lin Buhuan indifferently and said: "I have already condensed the seven spirits and put in a lot of hard work. ”

Lin Buhuan was not convinced by Liao Qizang, who was a level higher, and turned his gaze from him to the person who spoke on the left, but it was Zhang Wangchun, who was good friends with his sister, who had explained the teaching of Taoist magic to the disciples in the pavilion, and was a real six-grade Taoist Jindan realm.

He put away his anger and temper: "Zhang Jiaoxi, you are also there." ”

Zhang Wangchun nodded and smiled: "Has your sister returned to Beijing?" ”

Zhang Wangchun owed Lin Buhuan a favor to his sister, and he inevitably lost a ruthless reputation, he spoke out at the right time to stop the conflict from continuing to deteriorate, and he cast a look of understanding and forbearance to Han Mingsheng.

Under the hands of Liao Qizang, who was about to complete the martial soul realm, he Lin Buhuan couldn't ask for any benefits, except for asking for hardships.

Lin Buhuan said politely: "The letter said that he was already on the way back, and he would arrive in Beijing in these days." ”

Zhang Wangchun approached and patted Lin Buhuan's arm: "Wait for your sister to come back, say hello to her on my behalf." ”

Lin Buhuan grinned: "I'm afraid I won't be able to do this for me, and tomorrow I will go to the northern border with the Protector Allied Army." ”

Zhang Wangchun suddenly smiled, his brows furrowed, Lin Buhuan appeared here, and he didn't know how to sign up.

He didn't expect to make such a low-level mistake, the deity died, the doppelganger was implicated, and the spirit and spirit were easy to make mistakes.

Han Mingsheng and Lin Buhuan had always had a disagreement, and they were still fighting through their eyes, but because of Zhang Wangchun's presence, the two suppressed each other's temper and anger.

At this time, the crowd suddenly retreated to both sides, and a middle-aged man in brocade appeared and walked towards him majestically: "Zhang Jiaoxi, when you are waiting for a long time, please follow me into the building." ”

Han Mingsheng and Liao Qizang respectfully greeted each other and said, "Deputy Gang Leader." ”

The person who came was Situ Xiao, one of the two deputy gang leaders in the Sancao Gang, and he was also a martial artist, a six-grade copper furnace realm.

Zhang Wangchun nodded at the book of the Protector League posted on the diagonal wall, and the meaning was very clear, I am here to get my name.

Situ Xiao smiled brightly and said boldly: "You don't need to write your Zhang Wangchun's name, you will be instructed to write it later, and someone in the building is waiting to see you." ”

Zhang Wangchun's brows tightened markedly, and his gaze became deep: "Who wants to see me?" ”

"Let me sell it, I'll know when I see it," Situ Xiao politely moved out of the way, and made a guiding gesture with his right hand, "Please." ”

Zhang Wangchun was no longer polite, the onlookers at the scene were all seventh- and eighth-grade cultivators, and he, a sixth-grade cultivator, was outstanding, and under their gaze, he walked towards the Haoyang Building in the way of getting out of the way.

Entering the Haoyang Building, Situ School guided Zhang Wangchun to continue to walk to the second floor.

Han Mingsheng and Liao Qizang followed behind Situ Xiao, and Situ Xiao said as he walked: "You two have made a lot of contributions this time, and this seat will be recorded in the merit book for you, and please help the master reward you when the time comes." ”

"Thank you, Deputy Gang Leader." Both smiled with joy.

Situ Xiao no longer paid attention to Han Liao and the others, and quickly caught up with Zhang Wangchun.

Han Mingsheng leaned into Liao Qizang's ear and whispered: "If Zhang Jiaoxi agrees to the invitation of the gang leader this time to become a guest in the gang, with his help to speak, the position of the hall master of Dongcao Hall will be foolproof." ”

Liao Qizang looked at Zhang Wangchun's back as he went upstairs, and pondered: "You can't see that Zhang Jiao Xizhi is not here, he is interested in the Protector League." ”

"Take your time, you and I know how to move with emotion and reason, and we must melt Zhang Jiaoxi's rock-solid heart." Han Mingsheng thought about looking for Zhang Wangchun's scene, and felt that it made sense, but he still didn't give up.

Liao Qizang smiled incomprehensibly and followed upstairs.

Han Mingsheng caught up and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Liao Qizang saw Zhang Wangchun and Situ Xiao enter the private room, but did not answer Han Mingsheng.

Han Mingsheng still wanted to break the casserole and ask to the end, but when he noticed that the atmosphere on the second floor was quite tense, he kept silent.

There were many familiar but hateful faces sitting in the lobby on the second floor, and when Liao Qizang looked at them with a gloomy face, they also cast unkind glances.

They weren't supposed to be here, and their appearance was undoubtedly a provocation to the Sancao Gang.

Because, they are all people from Mingyue Pavilion, the sworn enemies of the Sancao Gang.

Mingyue Pavilion, another major cultivation force in the capital of Pickaxe, has an intricate background.

Between the two gangs, it can be said that there is a small fight in half a month, and a big battle in a month, which has been fought for nearly 20 years.

The dirty sea of blood in the middle is too deep to write, and it is the first time to sit in a restaurant so calmly today.