It's autumn, and the leaves of the Northland are starting to turn yellow.

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly.

Los Angeles City Gate!

"Wow, Master, Los Angeles is really the greatest! It deserves to be ranked seventh among the top ten cities in the Eastern Pole Empire!"

"Master, with such a high city wall, it is estimated that there are twenty or thirty zhang, right? and this moat, there are fifty or sixty zhang!"

"And the people who are in and out of the city are really so much! What do you mean by that word? Uh-huh...... That's right! It's an endless stream! This person comes and goes, it's really an endless stream!"

Chu Chou looked at Zhao Zhishui, who was so excited that he was dancing, his face was flat, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

"Idle people leave as soon as possible, and the Dragon Sword Battalion will go!

When Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui were queuing up to enter the city, suddenly the city gate was opened, and the sound of spurring horses and scolding came from inside.

The people outside the city gate wanted to slander their mother, but after hearing the words 'Dragon Sword Battalion', their faces changed drastically and they were terrified.

"It turned out to be the 'Dragon Sword Battalion', one of the Empire's fourteen avant-garde battalions stationed in Los Angeles!

"In the past, there have been soldiers from the 'Dragon Sword Battalion' who went out of the city, but they were all small and low-key, and they didn't want to make a noise. ”

"I've heard that in recent times, the movement of troops and horses in various places has been very frequent! Our empire is already invincible in the Eastern Regions, and there is no place to fight, and only ...... can be fought Then this time the empire will not be thinking about ......"

Most of the people who entered the city outside the city were well-informed people, and they talked about it, but they were all very quiet, for fear of being heard by the soldiers of the 'Dragon Sword Battalion' who were leaving the city.

Chu Chou retreated to the side, looking at these elite soldiers who went out of the city, assessing the strength of today's soldiers and horses.

This time he has been in the rivers and lakes for more than half a year, and Chu Chou has also seen the soldiers of the Eastern Antarctic Empire several times, so he has almost already counted them in his heart.

"It's a lot better than before. Chu Chou was silent.

The strength of these soldiers of the imperial avant-garde battalion is mostly second-grade and third-grade, and the centurions have the peak of the third grade, and there are also a few centurions of the fourth grade.

And the commander of the thousand, most of his strength is in the fourth grade, or the peak of the fourth grade.

Captain Wan, the strength has reached the fifth grade, the peak of the fifth grade.

Higher level ......

Chu Chou raised his head and looked at the gate of the city, there was a horse slowly out of the city, the person straddled a sweaty and bloody horse, a red big knife at his waist, and was wearing red armor, which attracted people's attention.

Seven Grades Realm!

"Hey! It turned out to be General Cheng, the leader of the 'Dragon Knife Battalion'!"

There was a gasp in the crowd, and generals of this level appeared, which country or force was going to be taken seriously? Who could withstand the crushing of one of the 14 avant-garde battalions?

Not to mention the Dongji Dao Palace, which has a close relationship with the East Pole Empire, not to mention the more than a dozen immortal sects with strong strength and strong heritage. In addition, there is really no one or any force that can withstand such a powerful crush!

There were early years, but that was in the early years. In the process of the Eastern Pole Empire becoming stronger, those powerful and unconvinced imperial dynasties have been reduced to ruins and dust. So much so that in the early years, in the Eastern Regions, there were still great powers that could compete with the Eastern Antarctic Empire, and there could still be mutual victories and defeats on the battlefield, but now, in the entire Eastern Regions, except for the Eastern Antarctic Empire, no country dared to say that it was a great power and dared to say that it was an empire!

"This is just the avant-garde battalion, there are generals in the seven-grade realm, and there are really more top-grade masters in the battlefield soldiers today than in the rivers and lakes!"

Chu Chou calculated that the main generals of the Eastern Pole Empire may have reached the peak of the seventh grade, or even the realm of the eighth grade! And the main force of an empire is often more than one person, but is divided into multiple shares, that is to say, the Eastern Pole Empire has at least four or five battlefield generals of the eight-rank realm!

Moreover, soldiers and soldiers often cooperate with each other like wolves, and ten hundred soldiers of the three-rank realm are not obvious when they are together, but if thousands of third-grade soldiers are combined, it will be so terrifying!

It is estimated that when the sword cultivators of the third grade see that kind of scene, they will have a headache and run away.

When the seven-rank 'Dragon Sword Battalion' general passed by the open space in front of Chu Chou, he glanced at Chu Chou lightly without a trace, and continued to move forward.

Chu Chou watched the soldiers of the 'Dragon Sword Battalion' with thousands of horses go away, and his face was cold.

"Could it be that I feel wrong?" Long Wudao frowned and said to himself, just now he had sensed a faint and amazing sword intent with his keen perception that he had cultivated from years of battlefield fighting, but that sword intent was fleeting, so he couldn't find it.

"What's the matter, General Long?" the lieutenant general rode to Long Wudao's side.

"Nothing. Let the brothers hurry up and get to that place as soon as possible!" Long Wudao shook his head, raised his whip vigorously, and rushed forward.

When the thousand horsemen rolled up Pinggang, everyone at the city gate of Los Angeles hurried into the city to inquire about the news after passing the inspection of the city gate guards.

Chu Chou took Zhao Zhishui to quickly enter the city with the flow of people, and then found a restaurant that was not very luxurious, and went in for lunch.

Restaurants, inns, and some places that people love to go to in the rivers and lakes, and places that are easy to get right and wrong, are the most well-informed places.

"Hey! Have you heard of it, the list of the top 100 masters in Kyushu is newly released!

"Hahaha, how could I not know? The top 100 masters and the top ten beauties, I can recite them like a stream!"

"Lao Zhou, then you can carry it backwards!"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The rest of the people who dined and drank also laughed a few times, and no one was disgusted by the noise or anything. The atmosphere of the restaurant is so lively, which is why many people like to come here to drink and eat.

Chu Chou took Zhao Zhishui to a corner of the restaurant by the window, ordered a few flavorful side dishes, and asked for a pot of Luohua wine unique to Los Angeles, and drank a few glasses, which was very comfortable.

Chu Chou listened while eating, listened to the interesting stories of the rivers and lakes, listened to the talks, listened to the pointing of the rivers and lakes, and listened to the joys and sorrows.

One of the tables was a middle-aged man with a sword who drank too much, then got drunk and began to talk drunk, and when he spoke, his eyes were hazy with tears.

"Why? Why are the rivers and lakes so difficult to mix...... It's been thirty years since I came out to mingle with the rivers and lakes, and I'm still a swordsman with a third grade......"

"My childhood sweetheart, my former good friends, left me one by one, either stabbed me in the back or directly turned against me......"

"What kind of rivers and lakes is this! The arrogance of youth...... How many are left today...... After so many years of hard work, the sword is still the same as it was back then, and people are no longer the same people as they used to be......

Now, half a lifetime has passed, and I have not dared to be angry or speak out for decades!"

Speaking of which, the man who used to have a very good face actually cried directly. This was very embarrassing for the 'friends' who came out to drink at the same table.

"Old Qian, Brother He, let's hurry up and take Lao Luo away, it's too embarrassing!" Chang Yuyu said to the other two companions after packing the wine and food.

"It's a man, if you have tears, you don't flick it, what's the point of crying your nose?" Just as these people were about to leave, someone on the second floor of the restaurant came down, frowning and asking unhappily.

Everyone's eyes lit up and they knew that the show was coming!

"You young man who hasn't grown any hair, what do you know?!" Luo Buyi wiped his tears and yelled at the young man who came down from the second floor.

The young man was followed by a silver-haired old man with an eagle-eyed barbed nose, and when the old man heard this, he was about to kill the middle-aged man who was outrageous. But he was stopped by the young man with his eyes.

"Elder Zhang, if you shoot at this kind of person, you will only get your hands dirty. The young man looked at the middle-aged man with a crying nose with an indifferent expression, and his eyes were full of disgust.

"Young City Lord, this short-sighted thing has damaged your Yaxing first, damn it. And then he speaks disrespectfully to you, and he dies again. You finally lowered your identity and made a private visit, and you encountered this kind of thing, and it was the three deaths of this ant thing!" the old man's tone was cold and vicious, and his eyes were cold and ruthless.

"You come and kowtow to me three times, learn a few dog barks, and this son will spare you from death. The young man hooked his finger at the middle-aged man, and then seemed to smile rather than laugh, and the joke was incomparable.

"You are looking for death!" Luo Buyi has lived for half his life, and he drank a lot of wine today, and with the power of wine, he finally stopped nesting again!

"Bang!"

I saw the figure of the old man behind the young man flicker, and before Luo Buyi could pull out the long sword on his waist that he hadn't pulled out for many years, he flew out upside down, smashed a wine table, and spurted out a mouthful of blood after landing on the ground.

"What? You want to kill me? I am the second son of the city lord of Luocheng, this old Zhang, just last month, he entered the six-rank realm. ”

Luo Buyi's other three 'friends' had no desire to make a move, but when they heard this, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"Young City Lord, it's me who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai! I've angered you! That Luo Buyi is looking for death by himself, and it has nothing to do with us!

"Yes, yes, yes! We don't know that Luo Buyi at all, we just see him honest and want to trick him into inviting us to drink!

"Please, sir, have a lot of them, let us go like a fart!"

The three of them burst into tears at this time, looking extremely pitiful.

"Eyesore!" Zhang Lao waved his sleeves and swept the three of them directly to the door of the restaurant, and the three of them vomited blood, but they still had a feeling of the rest of their lives in their hearts, because the old man did not kill them directly, indicating that he disdained to kill them. They rejoiced in it.

In the restaurant, Luo Buyi, who fell to the ground, saw this picture, and when he heard the words of those 'friends', he didn't react much, just a blank face, his eyes were empty and numb, not desperate, but as if he had lost hope in the world and in this river and lake.

Yes, it's a loss of hope.

I could still cry when I drank before, I would vent, and I would confide in my heart, indicating that I still had a little hope for this Jianghu, but at this moment, all thoughts are really gone.

"Hurry up, come and kowtow!, and learn how to bark!" the young man sat on the wooden staircase connecting the second floor to the first floor, as if watching a play.

And the people who watched the play in the restaurant before didn't dare to come out at this time, for fear that they would be implicated by that Luo Buyi.

"Don't lose hope in this river and lake. ”

Just as Luo Buyi was about to walk over and kowtow to learn how to bark, a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.

He turned his head to look over, a young face, a pair of encouraging eyes.

"Are you looking for death?!" Seeing that young man dared to be in the limelight at this time, Zhang Lao couldn't help but have a sudden murderous intent.

"Pinch this ant to death. The young city lord said lightly.

"Today, dare to be angry and dare to speak!"

Luo Buyi suddenly felt that the hand on his shoulder had injected a lot of internal force into his body in an instant, and these internal forces were special, so that his body could withstand it.

Zhang Lao was dumbfounded, the young man who suddenly stood up was just a mortal with no internal strength, and this Luo Buyi realm skyrocketed from the second-grade realm all the way to the sixth-grade realm!

In the end, whether it was the seventh grade or the eighth grade, Zhang Lao didn't know, because he died.

was cut off by Luo Buyi with a sword.

And the young city lord of Los Angeles was also like this, and was chopped to death with a sword.

"Less...... The young city lord is dead...... "The restaurant is boiling, and everyone's hearts are like ashes, because the young city lord is dying in front of them, and they will definitely be involved!

At this time, these restaurant drinkers hoped that Luo Buyi or the young man in the green shirt would be a little more powerful, and he could also kill the city lord of Los Angeles with a sword!

But, is it possible?

The city lord of Los Angeles has a seven-grade cultivation, and there are three in Los Angeles to worship, two six-grade ones, and one is also a seven-grade cultivator!

In Kyushu in the world, the masters of the world can count them with one hand. And those real immortals who can resist the wind are often elusive, no matter how powerful an empire you are or how powerful an immortal sect you are, when you see the master of the Nine Ranks, you have to salute and admire!

Therefore, the eight-rank great master has become the top existence between heaven and earth, whether it is a temple or a river and lake, as long as there is an eight-grade great master, he can be proud of the world!

And the Eight Rank Grand Masters are mostly in important positions and high positions, and they don't walk at will. Therefore, the master of the seven-grade cultivation has become the peak powerhouse of the worldly rivers and lakes!

Unfortunately, there are two in L.A.!

At this time, in the city lord's mansion in the center of Los Angeles, a middle-aged black-robed man with a tall figure and a jade tree in the wind, who was studying ink and painting in the study, frowned, with his qi cultivation skills, even if he sensed that his second son had been killed, his expression remained unchanged.

"Look for death. The middle-aged man put down the precious brush in his hand, took a long sword hanging on the side, walked out of the study, and disappeared in a leap.

In the restaurant, Luo Buyi looked at the corpse of the young city lord of Los Angeles, trembling all over, a light of hope appeared in his eyes again, and he turned his head to look at Chu Chou, looking grateful.

"Former ...... Senior ......"

"Don't thank me, I'm not just trying to help you personally, but more to make this Jianghu a little more hopeful and more angry. Even if I am the case, I can't completely change the rivers and lakes, but it's good to do my best and have a clear conscience. ”

"I hope for the future of the rivers and lakes...... No matter how strong or weak you are, be more daring to be angry and speak out!"