Walking into Murong Cheng's mansion, Yunluo was even a little in a trance, as if he had returned to Daduan.

In the main hall, a dignified-looking sturdy middle-aged man sat on a chair, and in front of him was a table of wine.

When Murong Cheng, whose name was very domineering, came to the front of the hall with Yunluo, Murong Cheng also got up just right and came to the door of the hall.

"Friends are here to have wine, Ling Gongzi, sit down and talk?"

Yunluo was not surprised that Murong Cheng was able to reveal his identity.

At the same time, the evaluation of Murong Cheng in his heart was a little higher, and he could become one of the few more than ten people on the grassland, and he was really not a mediocre talent.

With such a bearing, it can even be said that it is a hero.

Yunluo sat down with a smile, drinking and eating with Murong Cheng casually, like a reunion of a pair of old friends.

Murong Cheng suddenly put down his wine glass and stared at Yunluo, "Young Master Ling, if King Jing sends someone else to come this time, this banquet will have to be replaced with swords and guns." ”

Yunluo didn't panic at all, holding a small wine glass in his hand that didn't conform to the customs of Beiyuan, and said with a smile: "When a friend comes, there is wine, and when an enemy comes, there are knives and guns." Since Lord Murong has said so, shouldn't he put away all those knives and guns hidden near this courtyard?"

was poked by Yunluo to reveal the truth, Murong Cheng didn't mean to blush at all, and waved his hand loudly, and the swordsmen and armor soldiers who were hiding around them retreated.

"Admire. Yunluo gave a thumbs up sincerely, and then began to scratch his ears and cheeks in embarrassment, "Bargaining has never been what I'm good at, why don't Lord Murong draw it out first?"

Now that he has a plan, Murong Cheng didn't hide it, and stretched out a straight finger, "First, let's join forces to destroy the remaining three small ones first, and all the territory obtained will go to King Jing." ”

Yunluo silently picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Murong Cheng stretched out his second finger, "Second, in the territory in my hand, I will draw a complete military state under my head, and all of them will belong to King Jing." ”

Yunluo drank the second full cup.

Murong Cheng stretched out his third finger, "The remaining territory and army in my hands are completely at the command of King Jing, and I will fight wherever King Jing wants me to fight." ”

Yunluo picked up the wine jug and poured a glass for Murong Cheng, then raised the glass, touched him lightly, and fell down with his neck.

He glanced at Murong Cheng deeply, "Stand in line?"

Murong Cheng nodded.

"Why?" Yunluo seemed puzzled.

"Why should Ling Gongzi pretend not to know, with your talent, you must have already made a plan. Murong Cheng smiled indifferently, "But since Ling Gongzi asked so, Murong Cheng naturally has to answer well." ”

He directly stretched out three fingers this time, side by side, like sesame seeds blooming, "It's still three reasons, the Great General, Ling Gongzi, and King Jing himself." ”

Yunluo was puzzled: "The general is also kind to Lord Murong?"

Murong Cheng shook his head, "I don't know anything about my life, on the contrary, after the death of the great general and the collapse of the general's mansion, I didn't kill the old general's mansion in my territory, but I didn't insult and torture it, this is also a condition for me, no matter what, King Jing can't settle this account with me in the future." ”

"I promise you for him. Yunluo nodded.

"This is my second reason, Ling Gongzi and King Jing are like brothers, can they make decisions for King Jing, or is that sentence, if I change someone else today, maybe I can only entertain with knives and guns. Murong Cheng raised his wine glass towards Yunluo, put the liquor into his throat, let out a hearty moan, and continued: "Moreover, behind Ling Gongzi, the strength is unfathomable, the old Ling family is much more old than the old general's mansion in terms of energy and strength, with your help, King Jing can be expected to have great things." ”

Yunluo was noncommittal and continued to wait for Murong Cheng's explanation.

"As for this last point, it was earned by King Jing himself, the two times in Qiu'an City and Fengyang City, the right to be my temptation, if King Jing lost, naturally it was not worth my investment, but he not only won, but also won very beautifully, so why should I fight to the death? ”

Yunluo put down his wine glass and said with emotion: "Lord Murong, with your foresight, it's a pity to be here for a while. ”

Murong Cheng blinked his eyes and looked further east, "It's good to be safe." ”

Yunluo realized, and after a while, he asked again, "The reason for the general doesn't seem to be clear yet?"

Murong Cheng sighed, "I'm just guessing. Didn't Ling Gongzi think that the death of the Great General was too weird? If he just died in the Immortal City, he had already escaped, but he had to attack the city alone and die, it would be difficult not to make people suspicious. ”

His words hit Yunluo's doubts these days, and Yunluo looked at him, "So, Lord Murong is betting that the Great General and Emperor Yuan have a deal behind their backs?"

"I can only gamble. Murong Cheng nodded.

Yunluo smiled and raised his glass, "It's going to win." ”

"It's going to win. Murong Cheng touched the cup lightly with Yunluo.

Autumn is better than spring, the best is better than yellow leaves with spirits, and Xiao Se sees ambition.

Because Murong Cheng was an ordinary person, Yunluo naturally didn't use Zhenyuan to force out his strength, so they were both drunk and hazy.

But it is unrealistic to expect the old fox and the little fox to spit out the truth after drinking, but at least it also reveals some truth.

When Yunluo said that he planned to spend two days in Youyun City and then return to Fengyang City, Murong Cheng was overjoyed and immediately proposed to let his favorite eldest son accompany him.

Yunluo touched his nose and said that it would be good to let that Murong beat with him.

Sending Yunluo back to the main hall, Murong Cheng took a hot cloth from the hand of his eldest son Murong Ke and wiped his face, then drank some sour soup, and finally eased up.

Murong Cheng, whose face was flushed, looked at his son and said with a smile: "How is it?"

Murong Ke shook his head, "My son didn't think there was much out of the ordinary. ”

"Hey, although you're not bad, you're still far from this kind of heavenly pride. ”

Seeing that his son seemed to be angry, Murong Cheng chuckled, "Then I'll work hard as a father and review it with you." ”

Over there, walking side by side on the street with Murong Hammer, Yunluo Zhenyuan turned around, and the wine was gone.

Seeing that Murong Hammer seemed to be disdainful, Yunluo smiled and said, "What, Hammer Gongzi is not convinced?"

Murong pounded the urn and said angrily: "I'm just a distant nephew of the adult, and I can't afford the name of Gongzi." ”

"Yo, are you really not convinced?" Yunluo rubbed his hands, his face unkind.

"Drinking with ordinary people, what kind of skill is it to use Zhenyuan!" Murong Hammer didn't care about Yunluo's possible anger.

Yunluo smiled and patted Murong on the shoulder, "Brother, a happy and carefree person like you, how can you understand your Brother Ling's hard work." ”

Murong shook lightly and shook off Yunluo's hand, "If it weren't for the adult's order, I wouldn't be willing to accompany you." ”

"If I didn't know the way, I wouldn't want to ask you to accompany me. Yunluo's words seemed to be-for-tat.

At this moment, Murong Shui still didn't understand the meaning of Yunluo's words.

It was getting late, and when the clouds fell, he returned from the excitement and walked on the streets that became empty, and Murong Beat behind him looked depressed.

A fur dealer carries a load of collected furs and returns home happily;

A man carrying an oil bottle appears to be going to a nearby oil shop to buy a bottle of oil;

A cheerful little girl, holding a candy and pigtails, jumping up and down and humming a song, I don't know if she will go home or finally run out to play;

There is also a merchant walking the streets, who is slowly packing up his small shelves and preparing to go home.

When Yunluo passed by the man carrying the oil bottle, he suddenly kicked on his feet, smashed a piece of bluestone with all his strength, and his body rushed out quickly.

Behind him, a long sword followed.

He could have stepped back, but there was Murong Hammer behind him, although he had some guesses, he didn't dare to gamble with his life on a possibility.

So, he inevitably crashed into an encirclement.

The fur dealer grabbed a piece of tiger skin and threw it at Yunluo.

The tiger skin instantly spun and unfolded, turning into a large net of small tiger skins connected with heavenly silk, and fell towards the clouds as a hood.

The little girl with pigtails was short, disappeared in place, and when she reappeared, a soft whip appeared in her hand, like a spiritual snake, wrapped around Yunluo's feet.

The sudden change made Murong Hammer seem to be stunned in place, and his legs trembled with fright, as well as the merchant who cleaned up the stall.

There is a sword behind him, a whip under his feet, and a net above his head, and for a while, the clouds fall and are enemies on three sides!

Being besieged is a rare experience, but for Yunluo, it is not the first time.

Many things, the more you experience, the calmer you can be, and calmness is the first priority to solve the problem.

Panic does nothing other than make you die faster.

Therefore, Yunluo understood at the first time that he would rather be injured than trapped.

"Friend, it's up to you!"

The light Lu short sword was instantly held in his hand, the sword qi was swallowed, and his figure rose to the sky, swinging towards the big net.

Seeing Yunluo's actions, the corners of the fur dealer's mouth curled, his own tiger skin net was picked up from an immortal cave in the early years, the knife was constantly chopping, the fire could not be burned, this person actually took the initiative to bump into it, it seems that the first credit this time is his own!

But his smile immediately froze on his face, and Yunluo brandished his short sword, cutting through the tiger skin net like cutting tofu, rushing out of the encirclement, and landing lightly on the ground in the distance.

Qinglu, who has proven his mysterious strength many times, still did not disappoint Yunluo this time.

Yunluo put Qinglu back into the square inch, replaced it with the mountain and river sword in his hand, looked at the killers who immediately re-surrounded him, and smiled slightly.

Murong Hammer woke up like a dream at this moment, took out a signal firework from his arms, threw it into the air, and then roared angrily, "He Fang Xiaoxiao, dare to make trouble in Youyun City!"

The little girl with pigtails casually threw out a flying needle backwards, forcing Murong to retreat far away.

Two of them are at the peak of the Xuan, and one is in the realm of fate, they are really willing to pay for it, but unfortunately, you have to lose all your money!

Yunluo's body was like electricity, and the ancestral dragon's body was running at full speed, hedging towards the three of them.

The fur dealer took out two statues of strange beasts from the cargo frame, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the statues, and two phantoms of strange beasts immediately rushed out of the statues, holding huge claws, and shooting them towards the clouds;

The little girl with pigtails giggled, and also rewarded Yunluo with a puff of silver needles, and then flashed to the left, secretly flung out the whip, and pointed at Yunluo's neck;

The man who was actually a swordsman threw the oil bottle in his hand forward, and a puff of white smoke rose, and then, from the white smoke, his sword stabbed into the clouds.

The seamless coordination made the three of them feel that this blow was bound to hit.

But there was another accident.

Their divine consciousness suddenly couldn't sense the existence of Yunluo.

Then, with an extremely short and slight muffled grunt, the sound of the corpse falling to the ground came from the white smoke.

The little girl with pigtails and the fur dealer were overjoyed, could it be that the man with the oil bottle had succeeded?

In the next moment, the little girl with the highest cultivation among the three was alarmed and retreated suddenly.

Yunluo's figure, which had been rushing towards her, suddenly rolled upside down, splitting the fur dealer who was stunned in place in half with a sword.

One of the sixteen swords in the sky, "Wind and Snow Reversal".

The little girl with pigtails glanced at Yunluo hatefully, and listened to the sound of armor colliding in the distance, and knew that nothing could be done, so she withdrew and retreated.

There was a trace of confusion in the eyes of the two huge alien beast phantoms, which slowly dissipated.

It was this dazed feeling that made Yunluo's heart move, and instead of chasing after the strange little girl, he picked up the two statues of strange beasts that fell to the ground and took them in his hands to look at them carefully.

Murong rushed up in embarrassment, and after seeing Yunluo's combat power, he realized how ridiculous it was to beat Yunluo to death in his mouth before.

He is not aware of a very serious problem that will greatly affect the pattern of this land.

Yunluo looked at this statue carefully, and he had a feeling in his heart that this statue was mostly extraordinary, and it could produce a phantom with wisdom, which was not something that ordinary magic weapons could do.

Just as he was in a daze, Yunluo's hairs suddenly stood on end, and the battle instinct of countless moments of life and death saved him again.

He slid backwards at a rapid pace, the boots on the soles of his feet polished, and the fire from the rubbing of his skin against the bluestone proved how fast he was at the moment.

But even with such a fast speed, he still couldn't escape the lock of the fan in the merchant's hand, and he had to watch in horror as the folding fan got closer and closer, closer and closer to his throat.

The person who came was the one who pretended to be frightened and helpless, and he was a top product in the realm of fate.

With the horizontal sword in his chest, after resisting for a while, Yunluo simply shouted: "Holy girl, help! If you don't save me, you won't have a chance!"

A figure really fell from the sky, and his toes lightly kicked on the folding fan, easily blocking the merchant's invincible attack.

A white-clothed figure followed in front of Yunluo, and Yunluo thanked with a hippie smile, "Thank you, Holy Maiden, it seems that we are really destined!"

The white-clothed "Holy Maiden" only looked at him quietly and said softly, "Is it?"

Hearing this voice, Yunluo suddenly felt like a lightning strike.