Only Tang Mingjiao's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know what the second master is referring to?"

"What is the trouble of the first hall master," Zheng Chengyu shook his head and sighed, "We already know. The old lady broke through the realm and entered the dead barrier to break through. The elders also escorted him, and it was difficult to get out. The hall masters have to climb the mountain to worship their ancestors, and the garrison in the house is empty, so as not to be ridden by thieves, and only the most precious things can be carried with them, the seven most precious things. ”

Speaking of which, even Lin Yi understood what this point Meishanbo meant.

In this world, the use of hidden weapons is not glorious. However, the hidden weapons produced by the Tang Sect, whether they are the heavenly soldiers of the imperial court or the sectarian families, are regarded as treasures.

Among the hundreds of works of the Tang Sect, there are some "royal weapons" that surpass the others, which come from the crystallization of the inspiration of the life of the unborn genius, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are only seven pieces.

It is also known as the "Seven Instruments of the Tang Gate".

The Seven Kings are the "Bi" of the Tang Gate. I don't know how many bloody storms have been set off around them. Relying on the checks and balances of all forces on the mainland, and relying on the heavy organs in the Tang Mansion, it was finally guaranteed. Especially in the "Great Righteous War" with the Demon Sect, the great contribution of the Tang Sect's secret weapons made all the righteous paths more or less take care of the Tang Sect, and the Tang Sect was not allowed to suffer too much disaster.

And these, for the grass for the grass is obviously not a problem. The most powerful old people are unable to get out, and it is a godsend for these bandits.

Tang Mingjiao's face finally turned white, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know where the second leader got this news?"

"Report!!"

A panicked shout streaked across the sky.

With the clash of armor, a guard rushed over almost with a roll, and said in a panic: "A hall master! A large number of troops have appeared in the three directions of southeast, east and west!"

The south-east-west, and the remaining north, are the cliffs they are facing.

Zheng Chengyu sighed and said indifferently: "Master of the First Hall, do you still have to worry about these problems now?"

"Okay, good!" Tang Mingjiao took a deep breath and said word by word: "The second master is here in person, so naturally he can't go home empty-handed." Four royal weapons will be sent later, and the other three are not available at the moment, and when they return to the mansion, they will be sent to the mountain on a certain day. ”

"No, not good. Zheng Chengyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "Every royal weapon is a treasure of the city, how can you make your mansion break the bank?

For the first time, Tang Mingjiao's eyes showed a murderous look, and he said in a deep voice: "The second master is too naïve. With the precision of the smelting of the royal weapon and the complexity of the assembly, even if you get the drawings, how can Guishan cast it?"

Zheng Chengyu said lightly: "I don't bother the hall master about this. After rubbing, it is returned immediately. I, Zheng Chengyu, also use my reputation as a guarantee, and the rubbing will never spread the Meishan, even if one day we are surrounded and killed, we will destroy the rubbing before we die. ”

Everyone present turned gray.

The person in front of him really doesn't seem to be joking.

And the Tang Sect would never hand over the drawings of the royal weapon.

Today's situation is endless.

"Zheng Chengyu!" Tang Mingpeng, the master of the second hall, shouted angrily: "You know that we must not give you the drawings, are you bound here to kill yourself!"

With that, his punch was already roaring.

In the second generation of the Tang Sect, it is rumored that his martial arts cultivation is the highest.

This fist was like a storm of thunder and lightning, and the blue fire burned all over the entire thick arm, reflecting into the glow. At least the power of the mid-stage Soul Burning!

As soon as this move came out, the guards on both sides were fearless, and they threw themselves at Zheng Chengyu without forgetting their lives.

And Tang Mingjiao, Tang Mingyu, Tang Mingxia, the hand that the three of them hid pulled out together.

The iron thorn wind, the silver needle rainstorm, the colorful butterflies and clouds, and the terrifying deadly secret weapon swept towards Zheng Chengyu together.

A short sword flew out of Zheng Chengyu's arms.

In an instant, his whole body seemed to be a foot shorter, as if he had shrunk into the ground, and he dodged the pounce of the two guards. Then his figure suddenly burst out, and Tang Mingpeng's fists collided, causing a burst of blue soul flame fire rain. In the end, he rode the explosive wind, volleyed into the air, turned half a circle in the air, and waved the long sleeves of his hands, and collected the silver needles in the sky.

However, his castration was exhausted, and the direction in which he froze in the air was the direction where the iron spikes and colorful butterflies were whistling.

The crisp sound of a series of metal clashes rang out in the air.

Zheng Chengyu's short sword actually flew out of an arc in the air on its own, shooting down the colorful butterflies one after another like living creatures.

He stepped on the dagger with his foot and leaped forward, narrowly passing the iron spikes.

The entire hillside fell silent. Even Tang Mingpeng, who was furious, couldn't go on the offensive again for a while.

The fifth product controls the military realm!

Outside the Xiuzhen Sect, he could still see the battle of the Soldier Realm, and he was only a middle-aged man about forty years old!

Zheng Chengyu landed lightly on the grass and sighed: "With the strength of your hall masters, if you besiege and kill with all your might, there is only one way to die." As Fang Cai said, Cheng Yu came here, and he was already outside the realm of life and death, and he really didn't want to see the blood of you and me flow into a river, let alone the hidden treasure Tang Sect would lose its future. Tomorrow morning, the altar will perform martial arts, fight alone, a duel, if my mountain is lost, there are corresponding treasures to offer. ”

Tang Mingpeng said angrily: "The second master has good skills, and he is already in the realm of commanding soldiers, what is the comparison with this?"

Zheng Chengyu said solemnly: "In this martial arts exercise, I am in the top three positions of Shanbo, and none of them will participate in the war. ”

Tang Mingjiao looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and finally said coldly: "The second master is humble everywhere, and there are heavy troops outside, there is really no reason to refuse this condition." Tomorrow will sacrifice the sky with martial arts, and the first battle will be certain, please!"

When twilight fell, there were many people in front of the halls of the Tang Mansion, and it was destined to be a night that could not be rested.

Shan Ping also frowned and organized the defense work of Santang, not counting their recruits, more than 20 guards in Santang were arrayed and armed, and they still had a certain combat power.

Although the battle of the next day has been scheduled, no one dares to be naïve to believe in Dianmeishanbo.

Shan Ye Xiaoer may take those irresponsible storytelling stories and regard Dianmei Mountain Qunhao as an alternative hero. However, the rivers and lakes of Yunzhou all understand that Dianmei Mountain can occupy the mountain as the king for several years, and survive in the encirclement and suppression of the imperial court and various forces, not by respecting discipline and abiding by the contract.

They are bandits who can do anything.

Lin Yi stood on the wall of the outer hall of the third hall, holding the long sword, and adjusted his breathing deeply.

The people of the Tang Mansion were worried about the possible surprise attack of Dianmei Shanbo.

And he understands that there must be danger tonight.

Because this is already the last day of the mission.

What will be the outcome of tomorrow's duel and where the Tang Sect's Seven Weapons belong will have nothing to do with him.

The cultivation of the Ghost Sect has just accumulated seven hundred points, and it has not yet broken through to the second order.

There are only more than 1,000 spectral coins left.

What can he do when danger comes?

That's the only thing you can rely on.

Midnight came, and there was a shout of rage, and the flames were everywhere.

In the direction of the first and second halls, the sound of fighting and shouting and killing came from afar.

It seems that Dianmei Shanbo really launched a night attack.

The people in Santang were running around in panic, and Shan Ping also came to the front gate with a spear in his hand, his face was full of iron.

Lin Yi was not surprised at all, his eyes stared at the night ahead, and he tried his best to increase the concentration of his whole body to the limit.

A group of black-clad men flashed out of the night, their swords shining in the moonlight.

"Bandits, do you still need to be masked!" Shan Ping shouted angrily, and rushed forward with his gun.