At this moment, the eyes of the city lord of the imperial city finally looked at Su Yang and the others, and he was not angry.

"No one has ever been able to wantonly kill people in my imperial city, and then escape at will."

"This is not the rule of my imperial city."

"Commit my imperial city, destroy the imperial city, remove the name from history, and take revenge."

"If you don't have this backbone, the Imperial City... It has long since perished. ”

As he spoke, the old man who was standing behind him who had always been pretending to sleep slowly took a step forward, his hands still in his sleeves, looking unremarkable, but Wu Qianqiu and Zhao Fatzi frowned at the same time, and subconsciously took a step back.

But one step has already put a lot of pressure on them.

"Uncle Gu, these people are from our Shanhai City."

"Even if they are wrong, this matter will be judged by our Shanhai City."

"So I hope that Uncle Gu can let me bring them back, and we will definitely give a satisfactory explanation to the Imperial City."

Liu Chengfeng looked at a few people, gritted his teeth slightly, took a step forward, stood in front of a few people, and spoke.

But the city lord of the imperial city just glanced at him lightly: "How many of them are there, and their ancestral home is in the mountains and seas?" Or do you want to keep a few of them in Shanhai City no matter what today? ”

"The previous grievances are over."

"Now, if you want to protect them, it is equivalent to, Shanhai City, are you willing to admit that it is everything you planned?"

"Or do you want the world to know that Shanhai City is harboring a group of criminals?"

"When you are young, you have to learn more, listen more, watch more, and talk less."

"There are some things that you are not qualified to stand out."

"I can give you a qualification to talk to me today, but there are some things that you can think about first."

He also pretended to speak, but the city lord of the Imperial City completely crushed Gu Changkong's pretentiousness.

It was as if he was just calmly recounting a fact.

There was no oppression, no emotional changes, but in a few words, the imperial city stood on the commanding heights.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Liu Chengfeng's forehead, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at his father.

But...

Liu Wushu was very nervous as if he hadn't heard the chat here at all, gritting his teeth and playing the game, as if he had handed over everything to Liu Chengfeng to deal with.

"At times like this..."

"Don't you even speak..."

"I... I'm really going to risk war with the Imperial City for the sake of a few people in the dark streets... Let's talk..."

For a while, Liu Chengfeng's heart began to waver.

His head bowed slightly, and he didn't continue to speak, as if he was thinking about something.

Looking at the silent Liu Chengfeng, the city lord of the imperial city stopped talking.

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes slightly, as if he hadn't woken up yet, yawned, and the next moment he suddenly moved forward, locking his breath on Wu Qianqiu's body.

In an instant, Wu Qianqiu's blood flow rate became a little slow, his muscles tightened, he took three or seven steps, and rushed out.

But the old Taoist priest didn't even mean to pull his hands out of his cuffs, he just turned sideways slightly, his body didn't seem to have any weight, moved with the wind, dodged the punch, raised his foot slightly, and stepped back on the knee that Wu Qianqiu had just raised, and then his shoulder gently hit Wu Qianqiu's body.

It seems that the strength is good, but the moment it touches Wu Qianqiu, the dark energy explodes.

Wu Qianqiu snorted, his face turned pale, and he forcibly swallowed back the blood gushing out, and at the moment of falling, his right hand was on the ground, and his legs kicked the old Taoist's lower limbs.

But the old Taoist priest just took a step back and stood still.

In the end, Wu Qianqiu missed by a millimeter, and his feet fell short.

The old Taoist priest slowly raised his right foot again and stepped on Wu Qianqiu's knee.

The sound of bone cracking sounded.

Wu Qianqiu fell to the ground and looked at Lao Dao solemnly.

"Martial arts attainments can be regarded as reaching the realm of grandmasters."

"It's a pity that there is a little less 'meaning'."

"The heart moves with the mind, and the mind is born from the heart."

"Thoughts turn, clouds and breezes."

The old Taoist priest seemed to have finally raised some interest, looked at Wu Qianqiu, and said lightly, and then crossed Wu Qianqiu and walked slowly towards Zhao Fatzi.

Wu Qianqiu didn't speak, just clenched his fists again.

"It's not time to fight for your life, you don't need to hurt yourself."

The cripple noticed Wu Qianqiu's movements and said lightly.

Wu Qianqiu was stunned, and then let go of his hand again.

"It's so stressful..."

"At your age, you don't cultivate in the gym, and you come out to play with us juniors, what a bargain."

Zhao Fatzi muttered in his mouth and pulled out the kitchen knife.

Lao Dao looked at Zhao Fatzi and was very honest: "Make money for food." ”

After speaking, Lao Dao had no interest in continuing to talk, and he was still the number of ways when he confronted Wu Qianqiu, dodging all your attacks, and finally standing in front of you, one shoulder, one kick, so that your knee was broken and unable to move.

Soon, Zhao Fatzi followed in the footsteps of Wu Qianqiu, planted on the ground with him, looked at each other, and smiled bitterly.

"I finally know why the madman said, 'We're in the dark street)..."

"Even if it's a mess..."

Wu Qianqiu sighed.

But Zhao Fatzi was more free-spirited: "You always close the room for yourself, you know few people, I open the door to do business, and my positioning is relatively clear, but... This old strength, I feel..."

Zhao Fatzi didn't continue, endured the pain in his knees, and looked into the distance.

When facing Old Man An's childhood, Lao Dao's eyes widened a little again, and he even took the initiative to speak: "I still have a lot of research on Fuxi's gossip technique. ”

"Let's get out, I'm looking forward to it..."

Old man An looked at Lao Dao, smiled, and shook his head: "I can't beat you." ”

"Hmm."

Lao Dao didn't mean anything modest, so he generously admitted it.

Old man An still said to himself: "I'm old, every time I fight, it hurts my body, anyway, the final result is the same, it's better to skip the torture in the middle." ”

As the words fell, Old Man An's right leg stretched out, arched, and his crutches fell.

The sound of bone cracking sounded.

Old man An staggered and sat on the carriage very naturally, and shook his legs: "The strength is similar to that of your own hands, it should be about the same, and it is more difficult to walk." ”

"If you're not satisfied, you can make up for it."

Lao Dao shook his head slightly, with a touch of regret in his eyes: "It's not necessary, anyway, in the end, you will be killed by him, I only need to be responsible for making you unable to act, it's enough." ”

"It's just that I really want to see Fuxi's innate gossip."

"There are some places that I usually feel a little obscure, and this is the best opportunity to confirm."