After dawn, Konghou City is still lively.

After a hasty breakfast, the people in the city walked quickly outside the city together, went to the lake to watch the new day's ring competition, and chatted while walking, full of interest.

An extremely imposing building ship left the Miaodi Wharf and sailed in the direction of the ring, Mo Cui and Liang Xin sat in the upper hall, sitting lazily chatting.

Han Xuesi and He Qifeng sat in the corner of the hall on the first floor of the Piaoxiang Building, the two of them were busy all night, but there was no tiredness on their faces, their complexions were good, and they were eating breakfast leisurely, He Qifeng had already drunk a pot of wine and called for another pot.

"Drink, drink you. ”

He Qifeng took a big sip of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve heroically, and said: "There is an old man in charge of chores in the pie who said that drinking wine in the morning can help blood circulation and prolong life. ”

Han Xuesi smiled: "Then he will definitely be able to live many more years." ”

He Qifeng said solemnly: "I died, I was forty-seven years old. ”

"Then you drink more. ”

In the private room on the top floor of the Piaoxiang Building, Mo Di, the head of the Ageless Peak, had bloodshot eyes and a gloomy face, as if he had aged several years overnight.

At the beginning of the day, he received fifteen letters one after another, the content of which was the same, and all the fifteen people who had won in the ring before withdrew and did not participate in the subsequent competitions.

Not only that, but the four Izumo Realm masters asked him face to face on behalf of the benefactor behind him, did he already intend to marry his daughter to the white-clothed boy surnamed Han, and set up this huge arena by the lake just to find him some foil?

It turned out that he was the ghost, the conscience of heaven and earth, and the old man still hasn't figured out whether the little bastard is surnamed Han or not?

Not to mention the profoundness of the realm of those four people, the benefactor behind them is powerful, and Mo Di is so angry that he can't do it, but he can't have a seizure, and he almost spews out a mouthful of old blood and hangs up directly.

Lin Jia, who was sitting opposite, ate fried dough sticks first, then steamed buns, and then drank bean juice, eating with relish.

Mo Di frowned and said, "Mr. Lin, I want to find a way." ”

Lin Jia drank the last sip of bean juice, put down the bowl, looked at his old friend with a dead face, and said with a smile: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Huh?"

Lin Jia said: "The white-clothed man is young, and his realm has surpassed you and me, it is only a matter of time before he enters the Holy Domain, isn't it a blessing to become your son-in-law?"

Mo Di said angrily: "Fortunately, that kid offended all fifteen people in one night, the forces behind them are intertwined, and they surround my Miao Di in it, if they join forces tacitly, what chance do Miao people have to go out of the mountain?"

Lin Jia said: "Brother, this is in a hurry, that kid has such a realm at this age, can there be a strong backer behind him?

Mo Di said: "Whether that kid is the ninth son of the Han family or the heir of the Zhou Gong Ancestral Hall, it is very troublesome. ”

Lin Jia said: "The portraits of the two heirs of the Zhou Gong Ancestral Hall were passed over overnight, not them, I have passed the book to Han Baicao, the eighth master of the Qiyun Han family, and there will be a reply three days later." ”

Modic said: "Mr. and Han Baye also have a relationship?"

Lin Jia said calmly: "The eighth master often comes to the southwest to collect medicine, he has met a few times, he has drunk a few times, and he can't talk about friendship, this is a matter related to the reputation of the Han family, presumably he will reply truthfully." The elder brother thought of an excuse and delayed it for a few days. ”

Mo Di said helplessly: "That's the only way, there is Mr. Lao." ”

The gong sounded, and the open space by the lake was full of people, looking forward to a new and wonderful performance in the ring.

Attentive people have already discovered that the boats that floated on the lake yesterday were seven or eight out of ten, and the remaining ones were rented by the rich people in the city to watch the competition up close.

The rich people in the city really know how to play, not to mention renting the whole boat, they invited the red men and the blowing team from the city with a lot of money, parked the boat in a position with an excellent view, hugged the pretty lady in their arms, drank wine, listened to the song, and watched the competition in the ring, so happy.

Many young people in the crowd looked at the boats, and they secretly felt ruthless in their hearts: Lao Tzu has to do this when he has money.

Long after the gong sounded, no one came to the ring, and there was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

He Qifeng stood by the lake and said to Han Xuesi beside him: "There is such a big thing, and Immortal Feng will not come out to explain a few words?"

"It's coming. ”

A middle-aged man wearing the unique costume of the Miao people fell down from the top floor of the Piaoxiang Building, and soon landed in the ring, first made a four-way round, and said: "In the Lower Immortal Peak Lord Modi, there is something to inform you, the fifteen sons who won before have announced their withdrawal from the competition, and Han Xuesi Han Gongzi of Qiyun City will automatically win. ”

There was a boo, and the spectators who came out of Konghou City didn't care whether they were the old peak master or the Zhenhai building owner in the ring. There are many cultivators who hide in Konghou City to avoid trouble, and they are all fierce, but when have the ordinary people in the city been afraid of them, ordinary people carrying kitchen knives chasing cultivators for several streets This kind of thing often happens here, and it is no wonder for a long time.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the angry mouth cursed.

He Qifeng gloated: "Your father-in-law was scolded as a pig's head." ”

Han Xuesi said: "Blame me, I want to find him for a good drink at the old man's house." ”

As soon as he heard about drinking, He Qifeng came to his senses, and immediately said, "I also have to find a chance to accompany him." ”

On the top floor of the magnificent building ship, Liang Xin looked at his cousin who looked like a fairy on the other side, and said with a smile: "This kid will always surprise people, he must be a ghost." ”

Mo Cui couldn't see joy on his face, and said calmly: "That's his ability." ”

Liang Xin quipped: "Yo, this is protected." ”

Mo Cui said: "Why don't your men protect it?"

Moddy walked in, happened to hear their conversation, frowned and said, "Kite, what are you talking about?"

Liang Xin stood up and said with a smile: "Uncle, scold her quickly, my cousin is not reserved at all." ”

Mo Cui grimaced rarely.

Liang Xin poured a cup of tea for Mo Di, stood aside and said, "Uncle, is your old man satisfied with this future son-in-law?"

Mo Di said with an unkind face: "Satisfied, quite satisfied, always caught me off guard, can you be dissatisfied?"

Then he turned his head and asked Mo Cui: "Kite, that Han Gongzi is the life-saving benefactor you mentioned?"

Liang Xin hurriedly said: "It's him, I saved my cousin three times." ”

Moddy continued, "Do you know who he really is?"

Mo Cui replied, "I only heard him say that he is from Tangyin County." ”

Modi said: "Silly girl, let him come to the ring without knowing his identity, and now it's troublesome." ”

Liang Xin was curious: "Didn't the surnamed Han win, what's the trouble?"

Mo Di sighed and said: "He claims to be the ninth son of the Qiyun Han family, but his identity has not yet been determined, and he has offended all the fifteen sons, if Kite Er marries him, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble to Miaodi." ”

Liang Xin looked at Mo Cui and asked seriously, "Cousin, are you really willing to marry him?"

Mo Cui bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

Moddy sighed helplessly, walked to the window, and looked at the ring not far away, where there was sword light and sword light.

Liang Xin followed his uncle's line of sight and exclaimed, "Cousin, the surname Han is fighting with others again." ”

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The crowd on the lake slowly dispersed, and a young Miao man with a scimitar on his waist walked up to Han Xuesi and arched his hand and said, "Master Han, the peak master is invited, please come with me." ”

Han Xuesi nodded, and was just about to step forward, when he was pulled by He Qifeng, and then he saw that several sampans were suddenly overturned by the rising water column, and more than a dozen masked people wearing water backings jumped out of the water, killing three people in an instant.

"The killer of Blackwaterhole. After speaking, He Qifeng drew his long sword and immediately flew over on tiptoe.

The lake was in chaos, several sampans were overturned, some people fell into the water, some called for help, some people tread water to escape, and some people chased after them with swords.

The battlefield shifted from the lake to the shore, and the masked people dressed in water formed a semicircle, and the swords in their hands were pointed at several Konghou City cultivators in front of them.

The targeted cultivator had fled into Konghou City for more than ten years, and he had almost forgotten why he was hiding in the city, but now he was pointed at by a sword, and he remembered it instantly.

A masked man who was leaning through the water with a knife said: "You turtles with shrunken heads have lived in Konghou City for more than ten years, it's time to pay off the debt, and suffer death." ”

Those cultivators were desolate, and they didn't bring their weapons with them, and the people who came to collect debts in front of them were of a high level and were not something they could handle.

This is outside Konghou City, and the City Lord's Mansion will definitely not come to the rescue.

The other cultivators in the city would certainly not stand up for them, and more than one thing was better than less.

Thus, desolation turned to despair.

Suddenly, a sword fell between the two groups of people and plunged into the earth, and the powerful aura brought a gust of wind with the sword as the center of the circle, blowing away all the masked black cloth of the masked black-clothed man, and almost blowing down the targeted cultivators of Konghou City.

The masked man in black wanted to grab the black cloth and put it back on, but it was too late, so he could only show his true face.

He Qifeng descended from the sky, drew his long sword and pointed at them and said, "You are the killers of the Black Water Pool?"

One of them said, "Since Childe knows who we are, please don't wade into this troubled water." ”

He Qifeng sneered: "This son is not wading into troubled waters, he just wants to kill you. ”

After speaking, he waved his long sword, and the majestic Zhenyuan followed the tip of the sword and poured out, and with just one move, he eliminated all the killers who were no longer masked, and there was no complete corpse, some people cut off their heads, some people stopped and cut off their waists, and the scene was extremely bloody.

The cultivators of Konghou City, who had already made plans to work hard, were all relieved when they saw the hope of survival.

"Childe be careful!"

One of them reminded loudly.

He Qifeng turned his back to the lake and was looking at the private room on the top floor of the Piaoxiang Building.

A man in black jumped out of the lake and slashed at He Qifeng's back.

He Qifeng was like having eyes in the back of his head, he knew the sudden situation behind him, and the corners of his mouth pulled up laugh lines, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

I saw a flash of knife light light up, slashing at the black-clothed man who attacked He Qifeng's back from a distance.

One knife, two cuts.

The person who sneaked up was attacked by sneak attack, and he didn't know who died in whose hands.