After entering the city, the four of them found an inn to settle in. After that, Yan Shan left the inn alone to investigate the situation in Luoyang City. Among the four, he is the only one who is not easy to arouse the suspicion of others.

Yanshan hangs his children, looks east and west, strolls on the street, and is simply a little gangster. Inadvertently, that familiar feeling reappeared. There were eyes staring at him, and there was a hint of murderous aura that was inadvertently revealed.

Yan Shan knew it in his heart, but there was not a trace on his face. Still nonchalant, he walked to the place where the mysterious forces often appeared.

About a quarter of an hour, Yanshan came to a tall and majestic mansion with the word "Mengfu" written on the door plaque.

Yan Shan was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something. He didn't stay too long, casually walked around the neighborhood, and walked around Luoyang City again. After that, he returned to the inn.

Looking at Yan Shan's smug face, Li Ruoxian smiled and asked, "What did you find?"

Yan Shan snapped his fingers and said slowly: "That familiar feeling has reappeared, the disappearance of the three brothers should be the work of the killer organization." ”

Li Ruoxian asked again, "What else?"

Yan Shan said in a deep voice: "Do you remember the Qin State Arsenal?"

Li Ruoxian nodded slightly, with a puzzled look on her face.

Yan Shan's eyes were bright, his face was bright, and he smiled lightly: "According to my observation, this mysterious force is coming for a large family in the city, and this family happens to have the same surname as Meng Tian. At this time, a bold conjecture arose in my heart: this family was a descendant of Meng Tian, and this mysterious force was here for the arsenal of the Qin State. ”

Hearing this, Beigong Duge and Li Ruoxian fell into deep thought.

Li Rendao smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Yan, your conjecture is quite bold. ”

Yan Shan snapped his fingers and continued: "Around the Meng Mansion, I saw more than twenty people in white. They are light in their steps, their martial arts are not weak, and they are by no means ordinary forces in the rivers and lakes. What is even more strange is that they have formed a situation of encirclement of the Mongolian Mansion, which seems to be blatant and unscrupulous. ”

Beigong Duge smiled indifferently and said slowly: "In this way, I am more interested in this mysterious force. ”

Yan Shan said with a smile: "This mysterious force is unfathomable, and its ambitions and schemes are unimaginable. ”

Li Rendao said, "In that case, let's go find out tonight, how about it?"

Yan Shan nodded slightly and said, "That's exactly what I mean." ”

Beigong Twilight smiled and said nothing.

Li Ruoxian smiled and said nothing. With Beigong Duge and Yan Shan by her side, she didn't have to think too much, and she didn't bother to think too much. It's a kind of trust, but it's also a kind of dependence.

As night fell, the four of them closed their eyes in the inn to recuperate.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire. The hour has not yet come, and it is boring to wait when I go.

Time passed in the night. Unconsciously, the sound of beating was heard, and the time had passed. Only then did the four of them fly out of the inn.

Four figures walked through the night, silently. After about a quarter of an hour, the four of them landed on a roof ridge and leaned down slightly. This location is favored by Yanshan in advance, which can not only see the situation in Mengfu, but also not be easy to detect.

It was pitch black in the Mongolian mansion, and the deathly silence was unusually quiet.

At this time, the white figure outside the Mongolian Mansion flickered. About a stick of incense, hundreds of people in white had gathered outside the gate of Mengfu. Then, white figures flew into the courtyard and slowly approached the house.

Suddenly, dozens of torches were lit at the same time, and in an instant, the lights in the Mongolian mansion were bright, as if it were daytime.

The man in white was stunned and stopped in place.

At this time, a tall, heroic middle-aged man walked out of the lobby. He was dressed in red armor and held a spear in his hand, majestic and majestic, like a god descending into the world. Behind him, dozens of men in strong suits held swords with resolute expressions.

The middle-aged man arched his hand and said loudly: "You are so excited, I don't know why you came?"

A handsome, well-mannered man in white stepped forward, returned the salute, and said with a light smile: "Why does Mr. Meng knowingly ask?"

The middle-aged man said lightly: "I don't know what Your Excellency is talking about. ”

The man in white sighed lightly and said slowly, "Does Mr. Meng have to go his own way?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and said with a straight face: "You guys broke into people's houses at night, and you were aggressive, are you really bullied by me?"

The man in white looked hesitant. Looking at this posture, if you fight hard, you will inevitably lose a lot. But the matter has come to this, like an arrow from the string, how can it retreat?

Meng Fang saw that there was a turnaround, and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you leave here, you and I make friends, how about it?"

The man in white shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "Do it!"

Before the words fell, the people in white rushed to Mengfang like a tide.

Meng Fang's expression was indifferent, and he was as immobile as a mountain.

The next moment, arrows from the sky flew like raindrops towards the man in white. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people in white fell to the ground with arrows.

The white-clothed man's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Go and clear the crossbowmen first." ”

Dozens of white figures flickered, and their movements were extremely fast, sweeping towards the eaves and ridges.

Dozens of men in strong suits behind Meng Fang also flew up to meet him and exchanged hands with the man in white in front of the corridor.

Not far away, on the ridge of the roof.

Beigong Duge sighed softly: "The arrangement of troops complements each other, and it is worthy of being a famous general!"

Yan Shan nodded slightly, and muttered, "I just don't know if Meng Fang is the opponent of this white-clothed boy?"

Li Ruoxian asked in a low voice: "If Meng is defeated, will we help?"

Beigong Duge said lightly: "Let's see." ”

In the Mongolian mansion, the man in white broke through the defense line of the man in the strong suit, and the corpses of the crossbowmen continued to fall on the ridge of the eaves. At the same time, the men in white also suffered heavy casualties.

Meng Fang looked at the man in white, his expression was solemn, and he said loudly: "The matter has come to this point, and it is irreparable." You and I will fight to the death, will you dare to fight?"

The man in white smiled indifferently and said lightly: "Please!"

Meng put his hands on the second spear, shouted, and killed the man in white.

The cold light flashed, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath. The man in white flew up to meet him and stabbed out with a sword.

The spear danced, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, as fast as lightning. As the saying goes: an inch is long and an inch is strong. Meng Fang seized the opportunity, grabbed the first voice, and shrouded the man in white under the shadow of the gun in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he handed it over, the man in white fell behind. If it weren't for the light body and swift swordsmanship, I'm afraid that he would have been killed or injured. One inch short and one inch risk. He must find an opportunity to fight in close quarters or he will be defeated.

Mengfang's marksmanship has both virtual and real, rigid and soft, fast as the wind. When making moves, it is unstoppable, and virtual and real are born together.

The man in white was horrified. I thought that this battle would be easy, but I didn't expect that Mengfu was deeply hidden, and Mengfang's martial arts were even more unfathomable. Half a month of planning and deployment fell short, and the boy in white was unwilling, but he was helpless.

How can you be distracted for a moment in the competition of masters?

Seeing that his opponent was absent-minded, Meng Fang immediately raised his internal force to his peak state and urged his true qi with all his might. Suddenly, in the shadow of the gun, the blood-colored energy shrouded down.

The boy in white knew that something was wrong, and stabbed out with all his strength, not hesitating to be seriously injured, but he wanted to break through the shadow of the gun.

The sword stabbed in mid-air and came to an abrupt halt. Zhangji's spear pierced the chest of the white-clothed man. Meng Fang flicked the head of the gun, and the body of the man in white flew into the air.

At this time, two men in white hurriedly stepped forward to catch the body of the man in white and swept away.

"Retreat!" a voice sounded, deep and short, but with an irresistible majesty.

In an instant, the man in white scattered in all directions, and flew out of the courtyard wall.

At this moment, there are corpses all over the Mongolian mansion, and the blood is flowing like a river, which is unbearable to see.

Meng Fang's expression was sad, and he said in a deep voice: "Bury the brothers who died in battle!"

Not far away, the four figures faded away and disappeared into the night.