In the city lord's mansion, a small leader of the city guards was a little out of shape today, and he hurriedly went straight to the second son Wu Mane, leaving the steward of the mansion behind, causing a group of maids to mistakenly think that the city lord was in trouble in the Dao Mountain.

It's just that as soon as he ran out of the corridor and was about to go to the Burial Sword Pavilion not far away, a black shadow swept out unconsciously, blocking in front of the little leader, and a man's slightly deep voice came from under the black mask: "Stop." ”

The little leader's figure was suddenly stunned, and the big hand on his chest was withdrawn, he was a little surprised, the black-robed man in front of him was dressed and figured like the dead Bat Master, but the voice was different.

Just when he was stunned, Wu Mane's vague voice came from the pavilion: "Let him come over." ”

The black-robed man turned sideways, and the little leader bowed his head to him, and then walked quickly onto the stone bridge, and when he arrived outside the pavilion, the steward behind him came in a hurry, standing beside the black-robed man, and smiled helplessly......

After a while, the little leader turned back, confessed to the steward, and bowed his head with the black robe, and then happily followed the steward out of the house, he didn't expect that this trip was reckless, but there were a lot of spirit stones rewarded, enough to go to the Huai River to play.

In the Burial Sword Pavilion, the fishing rod in Wu Mane's hand shook slightly, but the float was torn off the lake by the fish......

At some point, the black-robed man came to the pavilion.

"Second Son......"

Wu Mane was frightened by the sudden voice, and then he came back to his senses, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then said vaguely: "I will advise you again, your master's hatred...... Forget it. ”

The black robe was full of energy, and said in a deep voice: "Forgive me." ”

Wu Mane frowned, looked back and said: "In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks will eventually be destroyed. ”

"Although I inherit the mantle of Shizun, I am not a villain, I only kill him, maybe three years, maybe ten years, I can afford to wait, I will not provoke the old monster for the Wu family. The black-robed man said firmly.

Wu Mane smiled bitterly: "Although your realm is higher than your master, compared with the Cui Qian of the Shui Hua Sect, it is not much better...... But if, let me tell you, Wang Gushan is the Yuan Infant Monk......"

"Impossible!" roared the black robe.

At the same time, the entire small lake where the Burial Sword Pavilion was located seemed to explode, and in an instant, it set off waves of more than one foot high!

An old man appeared under the corridor not far away, watching the changes, he was the master of Wu Yinyin, the young lady of the Wu family.

In the pavilion, Wu Mane waved his hand, and the old man left with his head bowed.

Subsequently, Wu Mane brought out the turmoil that arose on Fengmeng Street not long ago, and at the same time, two pots of wine, each drinking their own, but the black-robed man threw the wine jug into the lake before he drank the wine given by the second son.

"Gone. The black-robed man said casually.

"Where are you going?" Wu Mane noticed the other party's strange appearance and couldn't help but ask vaguely.

"Seek death. The answer was still casual, crisp.

Wu Mane said angrily: "Your master's death! My Wu family will make up for it! Why do you want to be so stubborn! If you provoke him, you and me! Even my Wu family will not escape!"

The black robe sneered: "He values you very much, and he is not my master, my name is Chen Twelve." ”

Wu Mane's lips opened slightly, Chen Twelve, the younger brother of the bat master, the Chen family was destroyed that year, and the twelve sons of the old man Chen were left with only the bat master Chen Qi living alone.

At this moment, he finally understood why the bat master was able to kill one person to avenge his family when the realm was still shallow, and it turned out that there was still a Chen Twelve hiding behind his back to make a sword!

"You ......"

As soon as Wu Mane spoke, the black-robed man had already flown away, and soon left the City Lord's Mansion, and for a while, Wu Mane was in a dilemma in the Burial Sword Pavilion.

Lingbao Zhai, on the third floor, the white-robed old man has white frost, the fat man Han Xishan, Luo Ci in a blue butterfly wing skirt, and the four of them have gathered together, and they are planning to give gifts to Lao Gufeng.

There was no way, just now the news came, saying that Wang Gushan Wang Gongzi was a monk in the Yuan Infant Period, which shocked everyone, and at the same time, they had to think about giving birth to more incense with each other.

But however, there is more detailed news about the festival between Wang Gushan and the Wu family, which makes people feel a dilemma, everyone is doing things for the Wu family, and Wang Gushan has left a very good impression on everyone, not to mention that Luo Ci has other thoughts......

"It's better to forget it, let's not know, presumably Wang Gongzi won't take it to heart. The fat man Han Xishan said tentatively.

"It's true that people don't take us to heart, but if such a young Yuan Infant Monk can have some contact, it will only be of great benefit to my Lingbao Zhai no matter when. The old man pondered.

"That's it, that's it, Wang Gongzi is a very good talker, and the three landlords can have an incense affair with him......"

Tanhualang rarely spoke a serious word, but he was rarely interrupted by Luo Ci: "If you dare to say anything to Luo Zhi again, I can't spare you." ”

"Sister Luo Ci, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'll go downstairs first. Tanhua boy Lang said hurriedly, and at the same time pinched a fat man behind his back.

Han Xishan opened the forbidden passage very tacitly, and the young man turned around and ran.

Luo Ci smiled, and then said solemnly: "Tanhua is only half right, it is true that Wang Gongzi is easy to speak, but he is always a strong person in the Yuan Infant Stage, once he is dissatisfied with anyone, he may be the most difficult person to speak." ”

"Right now, it is very likely that the matter between Yan Bufu and Miss will come true, we might as well follow the Wu family, if he sends it, we will send it, if the Wu family is unmoved, we can only do it. The old man said decisively.

"It's still Brother Bai who is wise, why can't Xishan think of it. The fat man joked with a glance, in fact, he was like a mirror in his heart, and he already had various countermeasures, but it depended on the situation, and it would only be more secure, and he could see Luo Ci's "intimidation" even more thoroughly.

A woman's heart is really like a wine lees, worse than the taste of his mother's wine, Han Xishan thought so, and then left.

In the lobby, there was a regular customer who took care of Luo Zhi's business, and the woman helped with the palm, but the regular customer couldn't help but talk about the rumors on Fengmeng Street: "I heard that there is a fairy on Fengmang Street today, although the realm is still shallow, but the appearance is really amazing." ”

Luo Zhi didn't think so, just listened.

Childe added: "Many pedestrians were moved. ”

"Then why don't you go and take a look?" Luo Zhi quipped.

The son surnamed Zeng smiled: "I don't have that courage in the next place, the woman has two people to accompany her, one of them is the eldest prince of Lao Gufeng Yan Bufuyan, and the other seems to be the person who smashed a lot of spirit stones in Rouge Lane a few days ago, in my opinion, the things in Rouge Lane are really good, and they can be exchanged for a stunning love, which is worth it." ”

Luo Zhi frowned and was speechless, and his mind was disturbed......

The young shopkeeper behind the counter was a little helpless, and the surname Zeng struggled every time he spoke, so he asked curiously: "Zeng Gongzi, what should you do to see a woman? ”

Zeng Gongzi and Yan Yue said: "You go and try it, I heard that Yan Bufu's eyes could swallow people at that time, but there were also several heroes who were not afraid of death and glared at him." ”

"And then?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Later, the one who was with Yan Bufu later seemed to be in the second-layer realm of the Qi cultivation period, and after he let go of his cultivation, he was scared to death, Yuan Infant Stage!

Luo Zhi's small mouth opened, and he was unbelievable with the shopkeeper, they had all seen that person......

Several "heroes" knelt on the spot, you go and try it, but fortunately the man doesn't care......"

The surname Zeng talked eloquently, Luo Zhi couldn't listen to half of the sentence for a long time, except for being in a daze, he was sour.

In Zheng's house, after listening to the advice of his juniors, the ancestor of the Zheng family couldn't help but sigh: "The surname Yan is really good, not only did he not die, but he also has an infant son-in-law, and in the future, he will not be allowed to open a sect in Gufeng......"

"Ancestor, it's a son-in-law...... "The junior corrected.

"What!" Old Ancestor asked in disbelief.

"It is rumored that the man has been living in Gufeng for a long time......"

A few days ago, the ancestor of the Zheng family rushed to Zhengdao Mountain with Yan Dasheng and Wu Yinyin, and in front of the top of the third Jindan Mountain, he realized that it was not good, so he deliberately fell behind, and waited for Yan Dasheng to go first, and sure enough, when he saw the opportunity, he ran away......

In the afternoon of this day, the news on the sharp street drifted into the gates of mansions in various parts of the city like detrination, and many people were moved and calculated, and some cautious elders ordered that their juniors should not go out for a walk, so as not to provoke the evil star......

On the street to the Wanfu Inn, the black-robed man Chen Twelve was covered in the early stage of Jindan, which caused the people in the shops on both sides to tremble, and the pedestrians on the street had already run out.

He walked all the way, muttering all the way: flipping through the book with his left hand and cake with his right hand, his father preached Mo forked his waist, and the seventh old man also cultivated in the coming year, and the Chen family was a good son......

This is a playful ballad made up by a man when he was a child, when his seventh brother was not far from the period of Bigu cultivation, but in the following year, his family was almost wiped out......

He couldn't figure out why the world was so unfair to his family, his father was a great good person, but because the miscellaneous servants in the family stole things repeatedly, he was kicked out of the house by his father, and he never insulted and beat him, but he coincidentally worshiped the sect, and only a year later, he colluded with the whole sect to take revenge and slaughter!

Now, the man has no relatives in this world, and revenge for his seventh brother is even more far away, but the twelve of their brothers said that if anyone provokes them, even if they can't beat the twelve, they won't pestle, and they have to bite a bite of meat, and twelve people can bite off twelve pieces of meat, this is the backbone of the Chen family!

"The old twelve can only take a bite, brothers, don't blame me. The man muttered, but the originally resolute face under the mask was very hideous.

In the Wanfu Inn, the shopkeeper Wan was already very worried today, but in the next moment, his qi was disordered, and his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building was like being crushed by a mountain!

"Shopkeeper, please ask Wang Gushan to come out and die!" The man's deep voice came into the inn, and a bowl of wine that had not been removed from the table overflowed, and the wine bowl was also broken in an instant!

Shopkeeper Wan turned his head in horror, and the black robe stopped outside the inn.

The shopkeeper watched the guys faint to the ground one by one, and was miserable for a while, and said helplessly: "Let's go ......"

At this time, at the side door of the lobby, a man dressed in white stepped forward, and he said with a smile: "No need, Wang Mou came to die, don't slap your face." ”