Luoyang City, burial sword building.

Zhang Peng has been away for a month and a half, and Zhang Jie and Cao Ke'er accompanied Zuo'er back to Wanyao Valley, and they also had a month's time.

In the Burial Sword Tower, the sun rose and sunset, but it was quite peaceful, and Mo Yuan, who was still a little worried, gradually relaxed his vigilance after more than a month of nervousness.

Zheng Yingjun practiced with the disciples of the Burial Sword Building every day, and the rest of the time was to sleep in the room, he was not Zhang Peng, so there was not much to say between him and Mo Yuan.

Early in the morning, Zheng Yingjun got up early in the morning as usual, and then practiced knives in the courtyard.

The blade roared, and Zheng Yingjun's fat figure flew up and down in the small courtyard, appearing extremely flexible and fast, and from time to time with his loud shout, the sharp energy was thrown out from the blade, leaving scratches on the surrounding walls.

After these days of training, Zheng Yingjun's martial arts cultivation has also reached the point of entering the house, and he has jumped to the realm of the middle of the Eightfold Eightfold in one fell swoop. Such progress has to be said to be terrifying.

The sword shadow is heavy, Zheng Yingjun dances faster and faster, and the power of the energy he brings is also getting bigger and bigger.

At this moment, Mo Yuan, dressed in a white shirt, appeared at the door of the courtyard, and he stood there cautiously, as if waiting for Zheng Yingjun to finish his work.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, a burst of energy directly hit the door frame beside Mo Yuan, and suddenly, a trace of three points into the wood appeared there. Between the ups and downs of the knife wind, even Mo Yuan's hair was blown up, but even so, Mo Yuan still didn't move.

For Zheng Yingjun's kung fu, Mo Yuan still believes very much.

"Smack!"

"Hey, hey... I said, Master Mo, you said that you always appear so suddenly, so you are not afraid that I will hurt you next time?"

Zheng Yingjun put the knife into the sheath, and then looked at Mo Yuan with a playful expression and said.

Mo Yuan smiled faintly, and then stepped into the courtyard.

"Hehe... Although I don't know much about martial arts, I can also see that Brother Zheng, your martial arts cultivation today is definitely much deeper than it was back then!"

"Alas!" Zheng Yingjun sighed lightly, and then sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, "I'm always practicing, and it's useless to make any progress, so I'm not a waste?

Mo Yuan smiled and nodded, and did not dwell on this topic any longer, but sat next to Zheng Yingjun, with a straight expression, and opened his mouth to say, "I came to you this time to tell you a news!"

"What's the news?" Zheng Yingjun raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested.

"I just received a message from the flying pigeon, and Applejack and the others have successfully arrived in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines!" Mo Yuan said.

"Yes!" Zheng Yingjun agreed, and then asked, "Then did they say when they would come back?"

"No!" Mo Yuan shook his head and said, "But I guess it shouldn't be too late, with the character of Brother Ajie, as long as Zuo'er is sent to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicine safely, he will definitely rush back as soon as possible!"

"Hehe, that's it!" Zheng Yingjun smiled, "But Nameless and Cao Ke'er can finally get along alone, I still hope they can play for two more days!"

Hearing Zheng Yingjun's words, Mo Yuan also smiled.

Zheng Yingjun's face suddenly turned straight, and then asked, "By the way, Master Mo, is there any news from Peng's side?"

Mo Yuan frowned, then shook his head and said, "Not yet!" But I have already sent someone to investigate, but the spies have not come back yet!"

"Spy, do we have spies in the Burial Sword Tower?" Zheng Yingjun suddenly asked,

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A look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, and said softly: "Brother Zheng, the Burial Sword Tower has indeed specially cultivated a group of spies, but this matter has always been handled by me and Brother Zhang, and it is still immature, so I didn't tell you!"

Zheng Yingjun snorted coldly, and then pretended to be angry and said: "I don't even know about this matter, when Peng comes back, I will definitely ask him!"

"Hey, hey... Brother Zhang just wants to tell you when everything is arranged!I think when I come back this time, he will tell you and Brother Applejack about it!" Mo Yuan said with a smile.

In fact, before Zhang Peng left, he had told Mo Yuan that when he came back from Qilin Cottage this time, he would tell Zhang Jie and Zheng Yingjun the news of Shangguan Haitang and that group of secret people, otherwise Mo Yuan would never dare to tell Zheng Yingjun about this matter without permission, no matter how bold Mo Yuan was.

Zheng Yingjun nodded casually, then smiled, and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter, it's better to have it, it's enough for Peng to intervene in this matter!"

Seeing that Zheng Yingjun was not angry, but was still so free and easy, Mo Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he could trust his brother so much, so affectionate, then what else could affect them?

Seeing Mo Yuan's contemplative look, Zheng Yingjun smiled, then coughed lightly, and opened his mouth to say: "Master Mo, I have always been a little unsure in my heart in the past two days, I think you had better send more spies to find out the specific news of Peng as soon as possible!"

"Okay, leave this matter to me!" Mo Yuan replied.

After Zheng Yingjun and Mo Yuan had a short conversation, Zheng Yingjun went to take his disciples to practice again, while Mo Yuan went back to continue his business in the house. After all, most of the sources of funds for today's Burial Sword Building still rely on business.

After a day, Zheng Yingjun dragged his tired body back to the house, ate something randomly, and went back to his room to sleep.

After Liu San inspected the night guard of the Burial Sword Tower, he also went back to his room to rest!

Now it is almost summer, and the night market in Luoyang City is also lively until late before gradually dispersing. After midnight, the whole Luoyang City officially fell silent, the bright moon hung high, and under the stars, the quiet and peaceful Luoyang City was as usual!

At this moment, everyone in Luoyang City has gradually fallen asleep!

Suddenly, a dark cloud gradually obscured the daylight, blocking half of the bright moon, and then a gust of wind hit, which seemed to blow away all the stars in the sky at once!

Just now it was a night when the moon and stars were sparse, and the effort of a cup of tea turned into a dark moon with a high wind, and a cloudy wind! Along with this gust of cloudy wind, it even rained heavily in the sky!

In Luoyang City, in an inconspicuous farmhouse compound, hundreds of people have gathered at this moment! Densely packed with black-clothed people crowded this not small courtyard!

In the middle of the crowd, four people were whispering, as if discussing something.

One of them, burly, but with silver hair, was followed by a rather sturdy middle-aged man. Next to him was a woman in a black dress, and next to the woman stood a big man like an iron tower!

These four people are none other than Shangguan Feihu, Shangguan Aotian, and Xiao Yuer, the lord of the Alluring City Pavilion of Flying Emperor Castle, and the last big man is the head of the Ming Palace!

Xuan Zhen, the current owner of the Ming Palace, did not come, he has a more important thing to do at the moment!

Under the heavy rain, Shangguan Feihu lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "After waiting for so long, this day is finally coming!"

Xiao Yu'er nodded with a sneer, and then said, "Is there really only one master left in the Burial Sword Tower?"

Shangguan Feihu nodded and said, "Don't worry! The news is absolutely reliable! After tonight, the name of the Burial Sword Tower will never come out again."

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Now above the rivers and lakes!"

The tyrant said, "Today, I will avenge the lord of Xuanyi Mansion!" Between the words, a heavy killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Shangguan Aotian said: "After this month of dispersion and disguise into the city, our people have not aroused the slightest suspicion! Until now, the people of the Burial Sword Tower are still dreaming of their Spring and Autumn Festival!"

Shangguan Feihu nodded, then looked up at the rainy sky, and then said loudly: "Everyone, cover your face for me!"

As soon as Shangguan Feihu's words fell, all the people in black covered their mouths and noses with a piece of black cloth, and in the blink of an eye, they could no longer see any of their faces except for a pair of eyes that were shining.

"Brothers, wait a minute, enter the Burial Sword Tower, kill anyone you see, and leave no one behind! Avenge the lord of the mansion!" Bahu shouted coldly.

"Woooo

The sound of the steel knife unsheathed sounded, and then the hundreds of people drew their weapons, and the steel knives shone with a terrifying cold light in the night sky, and the raindrops hit the steel knives heavily, making a crisp sound.

"Hurry up, take a light step, let's go!"

Shangguan Feihu gave an order, and then took the lead to lead people out of the courtyard gate.

Following Shangguan Feihu, Xiao Yu'er took the people from Allure Pavilion, and Bahu and the people from the Ming Wangfu also walked out of the courtyard quickly.

Hundreds of people, armed with steel knives and sharp swords, approached the burial sword tower one by one with murderous energy.

This farmhouse courtyard is not far from the Burial Sword Tower, and it has to be said that it is an extremely risky act to lurk at such a close distance. However, it also verifies a sentence from the side, that is, the more dangerous the place, the safer it is!

The people of the three forces have been lurking here for more than a month, and they have not been discovered by the people of the Burial Sword Tower, and while feeling that the three forces are careful, they also have to regret the negligence of the Burial Sword Tower!

Half a pillar of incense, hundreds of people led by Shangguan Xiongyu have already stood at the gate of the Burial Sword Tower. And the four guards who were originally standing guard at the gate were also solved by Shangguan Yang's preemptive strike, without making a sound.

Shangguan Feihu slowly raised his right hand and motioned for everyone to pay attention!

"Brothers, our common enemy is in front of us, follow me into it, bury the Sword Tower in blood tonight, and avenge each other's friends and relatives!

"Kill!" the crowd roared.

"People block killing, God blocks killing God!

The bully roared, randomly threw the steel knife to his side, and then strode towards the Burial Sword Tower!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door of the Burial Sword Tower was kicked open by the strong kick of the tyrant! Then, the man in black who was like a tide rushed in with a steel knife in an instant!

"Whew!"

Just when the door of the Burial Sword Tower was kicked open by the dragon slayer, Zheng Yingjun, who was originally lying on the bed and was asleep, sat up all of a sudden, and a pair of small eyes were emitting a dangerous light at the moment!

"Ah...h

At the same time as Zheng Yingjun sat up, in the Burial Sword Tower, under the sound of the storm, there were bursts of wailing!

Hearing these voices, a heavy killing intent suddenly appeared on Zheng Yingjun's face! Then, his right hand suddenly pulled from the futon, and the golden knife appeared in his hand.

In the next second, Zheng Yingjun's figure had disappeared into the room, the wooden window suddenly shattered, and then a fat figure rushed out like a rabbit and disappeared into the vast rainy night!

"Don't sleep! Someone is sneaking up! Everyone is copying the guy and killing me back! Dare to come here to make trouble, see if Lao Tzu doesn't fucking skin you alive!"

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