In the secluded and silent secret room of the torture hall, opposite Lu Huai, the lord of the patrol hall, sat an extremely thin looking young man, and that person.

The young man's face was not half bloody, and he grinned like a hellish ghost, "The two hall masters don't seem to be in a good mood, how can they look even more colorless than me, a half-dead person?"

Lu Huai snorted coldly and sneered: "Hall Master Wei, who is half dead, is not as genuine as some people. ”

The young Wei Lan is the most mysterious hall master among the several halls, and like the transcendent Hai Lao, he has existed for many years.

"The old city lord is not half dead, people are playing for real, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one in the city to preside over it, he would have gone to the west a long time ago, where is the turn of you and me to sit here?" said with a smile.

In any case, he is the most likely person to take over the position of city lord now, and combined with the power of the three halls, as well as most of the real power of the family, this hall lord can't think of anyone else who can stop him from reaching the top.

The smile on the young man's face disappeared suddenly, he leaned back in his chair like a withered old man, and said casually: "I don't care if you can take over in the end, anyway, I promised me that there will be no less things in the secret hall, otherwise don't blame being stabbed on the battlefield." ”

Hearing this, Lu Huai just frowned slightly, what Wei Lan said was also what he meant, the relationship between the seven halls in the city has not been close due to a rule that has been passed down since ancient times.

In terms of strength and prestige, the battle hall is the most enjoyable, after all, it is a real friendship on the battlefield, and many monks who come here to sharpen their lives have a faint memory.

As the scout and killer of Haicheng, the dark hall has sharpened its blades for the flesh and blood of the water tribe, and its strength is firmly in the top three.

If you compare it only with the hall master's personal strength, Lu Huai and the young man Wei Lan are both able to stabilize the Daoist, not to mention the rumored battle hall master whose strength is only stronger than the city lord.

The Taoist smiled brightly, "Don't worry, even if the succession fails, Poor Dao still has this ability." ”

This was the second time he had called himself poor, and then he took out two small silver bells from his sleeves, and trembled without bells.

"The two Taoist friends put this thing away, and now the city lord has a bit of a sense of returning to the light, so it's better to be careful. ”

The boy yawned, put one of them away, and then stepped out of the torture hall, and then appeared in the dark hall.

With a slight plucking of the silver bell with his fingers, the dark hall master suddenly became interested, and quietly left the city and went to an ancient battlefield.

In the secret room, the Taoist naturally looked at Wei Lan's first two steps, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Lu, can you see the realm of the Wei Hall Master?"

Lu Huai frowned, and said in a muffled voice: "I advise you not to investigate, this person's methods are mysterious, maybe someone is eavesdropping on your conversation at this moment." ”

Speaking of this, he twisted the silver bell and disappeared in a flash, although the magic power of the body is not as easy as Wei Lan's freehand, it is enough to make the Taoist feel like a great enemy.

The face of the torture hall master was ugly, and he could naturally see a trace of arrogance from the actions of the two of them, and even had a strong contempt for him.

After a long time, the thin Taoist sighed and muttered regretfully: "It's a pity, after all, I can't make a heart-to-heart relationship." ”

He suddenly sneered, "In that case, it's no wonder that the poor way is poor." ”

Walking out of the torture hall, the Taoist restrained the cold killing intent on his body and went to the Chen Mansion.

Old Ghost Chen can be called his rare henchman, and he is also a half-step primordial infant who is expected to have the power to slay the dragon, so he naturally has to be carefully maintained.

The Taoist didn't notice that after he disappeared, a shadow suddenly appeared behind him, resembling a child, and slowly dissipated.

On the shore of the East China Sea, the old city lord and Chen Sheng walked side by side, looking down on the earth as a god, full of desolate scenes.

The battlefield was full of frenzied water transportation, as well as the unwillingness and resentment of the monks of the two clans buried their bones here.

The old man pointed to a huge pit and said with an indifferent smile: "I almost died in this sea pit in the early years, and the heavy water of the old dragon's refining was still filled with two years ago, and it only subsided not long ago. ”

Chen Shengmei smiled and listened quietly.

The Burning Sea Man walked behind, like a most competent guard, always keeping a certain distance from the old city lord, and had a little dragon slaying method in his hand.

Suddenly feeling a slight movement in the space beside him, this dragon slayer was unceremoniously slashed down.

The boy and the old man turned their heads in unison.

Chen Sheng wanted to see what kind of means this dragon slayer seemed to have a great reputation.

The old city lord was full of helplessness, watching the young man of the dark hall master take several knives before he spoke: "Xiao Wei, your kid's sneaky problem has to be changed, what are you afraid of in your own territory?"

Wei Lan came out of the shadows and sneered: "Isn't this a habit, it's hard to change it for a while." ”

Chen Sheng looked sideways slightly, because with his divine sense, he couldn't even find the young man's figure.

As if sensing what he was thinking, Wei Lan said with a smile: "Don't think about it, I have been on this battlefield for many years, and I have a natural fit, and I will not be satisfied if you stay for a while." ”

Chen Sheng smiled indifferently and did not open his mouth to explain, but he did not fully believe his polite words.

The old city lord raised his hand, he didn't want to look at the two old foxes to continue the conversation, turned his head and said angrily to the young man: "What are you doing here, there is no rough-skinned and thick-skinned water tribe for you to assassinate now." ”

Wei Lan covered his chest with one hand, and his heart ached: "Old city lord, we have been friends for so many years, you can't help but hurt too much, right?"

The old man smiled slyly, "Anyway, the old man is a person who is going to die, what can you do with me, is it possible that you have to pick up the little paper money during the New Year's Festival?"

"Not necessarily. The young Wei Lan glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Now you are the big hero of our Haicheng, and when you die, there will be no fewer guys who wear linen and filial piety, and you still need me one or two?"

The old city lord glared at him, and said angrily: "One or two, you rabbit cub are embarrassed to say?"

"Haha......" Wei Lan only felt extremely happy in his heart, holding his hands behind his head, and feeling out a pot of old wine out of nowhere.

Handing it to Chen Sheng, Wei Lan smiled and asked, "Can you drink it?"

The old man finally became furious, jumped up from the wicker chair, slapped the young man on the head, and scolded: "You bastard, don't you want to be a greedy old man?"

Wei Lan didn't dodge or dodge, he took this blow firmly, and then stuffed the wine jug into Chen Sheng's hand, and swept it onto a boulder in a flash.

The tip of the old city lord's nose twitched, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and said cautiously: "Chen Xiaoyou?"

Chen Sheng turned his hand and put the wine in his sleeve and began to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The people of the burning sea pressed the old city lord on the rattan chair again, took out a piece of fur to cover his body, and said angrily: "When you are old, you have to serve the old, we can't compare to their young people." ”

The old city lord wailed, and then sat down as if resigned to his fate, retracted his body into the rattan chair, and his cloudy eyes fell on the young Wei Lan.

Chen Sheng retracted his expression, looked at the boulder under Wei Lan's feet, and operated the pupil technique.

A huge cloud of light suddenly appeared in front of him, and wisps of water transportation around him overflowed, and then dissolved into the sea beneath his feet.

"See?" the corners of the old city lord's mouth curled slightly, and he was extremely satisfied with Chen Sheng's pretentious posture.

Chen Sheng closed his eyes, nodded and smiled: "A real dragon corpse, refined with mystical powers, I don't know which senior's supreme means?"

The people on the burning sea made a look and wrote lightly: "Far away in the sky, it is close at hand, otherwise there are more than ten battlefields in the East China Sea, why do you think the city lord came here on purpose?"

The old man, who was told to be careful, was annoyed and angry, raised his arm high, but found that he couldn't seem to shoot any of the back of the head, and sighed: "Old man, it's getting more and more useless now." ”

"Saying this, when I saw it today, Wei Mou found that the old city lord was in good spirits, and he was very strong. The boy stood on the boulder, as if he had ears to the wind, and lowered his head and smiled.

The old city lord gave him a blank look, "Fuck off, you kid is here to deal with people." ”

Wei Lan smiled, and really got out of here.

Chen Sheng glanced at the angry old man, and slapped a sycophant that was not light or heavy, "Casually drink off a Yuanying monk, the old city lord is mighty." ”

Hearing this, the people on the burning sea rolled their eyes, how could the young man be so thick-skinned now.

The old man, who was very useful, smiled brightly, gathered his fur, and continued to talk about the magnificent past on this battlefield.

The two clans have been fighting for so many years, even on the battlefield closest to Haicheng, there are many tragic stories, no worse than the famous Haihai Street.

Chen Sheng attached his head to his ears and listened silently to the old man in the twilight of the West Mountain.

The people on the burning sea are smiling, and the coast of the East China Sea has not had such a quiet scenery for many years.

It wasn't until the sun set over the sea that the old city lord reluctantly left, walking with Chen Sheng in the streets and alleys of the city.

There were people on the burning sea who deliberately covered their whereabouts, and the three of them walked slowly, all the way to the bamboo garden.

Several heads were lying on the wall, followed by Qi Liang, the black ghost and the black dog.

Jiaolong Lingyun squatted in the corner of the wall, and asked from time to time if he had seen Chen Sheng.

Relying on the connection with Chen Sheng's thoughts, the little black dog jumped off the wall and ran over with great diligence.

Chen Sheng looked at the two old men with strange faces, and had no choice but to break through the barrier and unceremoniously smash his head on the dog's head.

The pain of being beaten, the beast whimpered, and lay on the ground, his eyes full of grievances.

Immediately after, the Burning Sea Man and the Old City Lord revealed their true colors, and the latter lowered his head to stare at the black dog with golden eyes.

"Chen Xiaoyou, your pet looks very unusual. ”

Chen Sheng shook his head with a wry smile, reached out and grabbed a piece of soft meat on the back of the beast's neck, and reached out to throw it.

Qi Liang stared at the two figures, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

Wait, why does that lazy old man sitting in a rattan chair look so familiar?

After a long time, the shopkeeper fell from the wall, didn't care about the pain in his buttocks, and hurriedly ran to the corner of the bamboo garden.

Obediently, it was actually the lord of the city who came in person.

At this moment, Qi Liang felt more and more that this Chen Daoyou must be a hidden big man.

Occultation of the sun?

Qi Liang pondered for a long time, but he couldn't think of such a hidden secret place.