Huang Qi immediately opened his eyes, instinctively tensed his muscles, and could hardly resist self-defense. Martial arts practiced to his level, the external reaction was very sharp, and the attack range of the two was shortened all of a sudden, but it didn't frighten him, fortunately, he had extraordinary self-control, and his muscles relaxed quickly, but his feet were a little faster.

Ling Feiyan didn't seem to be sleeping at all, his skirt was fluttering, very calm.

Huang Qi was deeply shocked and rushed for less than half an hour, but Ling Feiyan did not show any signs of fatigue. At the wooden bridge, nearby, he slowed down, and Ling Feiyan was still three feet next to his shoulder.

Huang Qi stopped and clenched his fists. "Miss Ling is good at light work. Huang has already taken it. ”

Ling Feiyan said, "It has a deep internal force and a stable atmosphere. Smoking black is the best way to do it. ”

Huang Qi shook his head, knowing that it was just a kind word, but he didn't need to know.

When the Iron Fist Club group found out that the hall owner had arrived, a group of people immediately lined up to assemble.

Ling Feiyan's pure eyes flashed, and he said, "Your sect has strict rules and high efficiency. It was a real eye-opener for me. ”

Huang Qi showed some pride. "It's over. They just train more. ”

Baiyue is not much better than the Central Plains, where there are many local forces and wild folk customs. Instead, for the sake of security, the government must take the initiative to make friends with the local forces. As a result, the Iron Fist Society stationed more than 200 people in the navy in Fujian, and they were all carefully selected. Min Church can be ranked in the top 10 of the 36 churches of the Iron Fist Society

Huang Qi said, his heart suddenly sudden, could Ling Feiyan have something to say? He immediately added: "In fact, they are all fakes. They rely on a large number of people, unlike the Holy Land. Every generation of disciples who have joined the WTO is a Zhonglongfeng person and is famous all over the world. ”

Ling Feiyan seemed to realize Huang Qi's estrangement and said, "This place is picturesque. Flying smoke wants to drift around. The Yellow Hall Master has a lot of work. The drifting smoke won't bother you anymore. ”

For countless martial arts sects, ascending to the Four Holy Lands naturally had infinite glory and great benefits, but Huang Qi was just polite, but he actually had no intention of being with the other party.

After nodding, Ling Feiyan walked across the bridge lightly as if he hadn't touched the ground. He was calm, light, quiet, elegant, and looked dusty.

Huang Qi watched her slender figure gradually disappear, frowning and pondering, without saying a word. After half a ring, he called one of his men over, whispered a few words, and ordered him to return the message to headquarters.

The news of Yun Xi and Liu Qing's appearance spread quickly, and countless experts flocked out, flying horses, cold swords, and fierce emotions.

In order to prevent the damaged wooden bridge from collapsing, Iron Fist will leave three teams to maintain order. People and horses can pass, but they have to dismount and walk. At the same time, they could not rush forward and could only go one after the other.

Many people secretly complained, but they dared not speak out, they were the largest people in the world who helped the Iron Fist Society, and there were many people who thought that the Iron Fist Society had done a good job in this matter. The bridge doesn't look safe. As the sun sets, red clouds are leisurely reflected on the water. The waves are swaying, and the remnant bridge is quaint. The scene should be very quiet and beautiful. Unfortunately, the leaders were in a hurry to wait. It's late and they're all complaining. If this delay had continued, those two bald heads would have disappeared long ago.

The three Blue Ribbons who remained in the Iron Fist Club were not scared and looked calm. How dare these rabble break into the formation set up by the Iron Fist?

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves from behind, and some people kept rushing forward.

Everyone looked back and saw the two horses galloping one after the other. Immediately, the knight wore a blue shirt with floating sleeves and a black, sturdy suit.

A White Belt from the Iron Fist Club stopped on the road ahead of time, stretched out his palm and shouted, "Get out of the car and line up!"

"Get out!" the blueshirt didn't stop, his right hand raised ten feet away, his sleeve robe stirring up a gust of wind.

The white belt man suddenly felt as if he was trapped in a hurricane. I don't know how many powerful forces are coming from all directions. His body swayed from side to side and suddenly fell.

The Iron Fist group was furious, and several white belt men tried to block the way. A man with a blue belt jumped up from the air on the side of the road, pounced on the man in a blue shirt in front of him, grabbed his right hand with his claws, grabbed the back of the man in front of him, and shouted, "Bold!"

"Bold!" the blue-shirted man snorted, picking up speed and straightening up.

However, the black-shirted passenger on the horse behind shouted, "Get down!" but I didn't know if to call the Blue Ribbon or the Blue-shirt.