Li Beware was stunned, sat down, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, this Su Buqing's appearance was really an accident!

Previously, all kinds of military aircraft in the Privy Council were transported, from the earliest three months ago, the king of a thousand kings, Qianshui sleeve gambled in the Yunzhou gambling house, so far the remnants of the Jing Kingdom gathered in Yunzhou have all been investigated, for this reason Yanzilou deliberately set up a bureau, escorted Zhuang Huanyu to Yunzhou, as a bait, in a vain attempt to put a long line to catch big fish, and catch all these remnants.

Li Dangxin and the Sancai Daoist came in the dust, and the whole army of the Yanzilou Guard Battalion was dispatched, but just a day ago, Li Dangxin and Yang Dingtian chatted about the grand occasion of the dragon boat meeting in this dynasty, and heard about the name of Bankou Su.

Bankou Su came to Yunzhou three years ago, and his granddaughter was a blind pianist, proficient in ventriloquist book reviews, and the statement gradually appeared, it happened that Li Dangxin had a hobby of listening to books, and Yang Dingtian hit it off, and the two went to Wangchaoting to see it.

Li Dangxin was an unintentional move, but when Li Dangxin saw the old storyteller, he was stunned, and he recognized this person even if he turned into ashes!

When Yan Jing started the war, three of his lovers died at the hands of this person!

Dragon Lance Saint Su Buqing, you really aren't dead yet!

Li Dangxin was shocked in his heart, but he was afraid of Su Buqing's methods, so he finally endured it and did not make a move, on this day, on the eighteenth floor, more than 600 people from the Yanzilou Guard Battalion poured out, and there were many strong people in the Yan Kingdom!

Su Buqing let you have the demeanor of a long-lived saint, and you don't want to escape!

Li Dangxin finally couldn't sit still, and the murderous aura was obvious, and the old man on the podium, Su Buqing, a long-time saint, couldn't notice it!

Between the words of the two, there was a sharp argument between the words, Li Dangxin was angry, Su Buqing was talking about the "Legend of the Devil" by himself, and at this time, Yang Dingtian, the city lord of Yunzhou, revealed a delicate jade talisman between his fingers, and suddenly crushed it!

At the same time, Mrs. Bai, the proprietress of the Xue Building, suddenly walked out from the place where the thrush boy sat on the second floor, and said loudly: "Today, I heard that the sword of the Xue Lou has no eyes, and the idlers will leave quickly!

This green-clothed plump proprietress is convex and backward, full of charm, many old tea guests come here, and also have a glimpse of the proprietress demeanor, and now listen to the proprietress voice is strong and ordered to evict customers!

Seeing Li Shengren talking to Bankou Su again, he felt that it was murderous, and he was already frightened, so he got up and fled in a panic without waiting for the proprietress to finish speaking.

For a while, the crowd was bustling and ran out, and the third floor of the huge Tingxue Building was mostly empty!

Everyone came out of the listening snow building, and they were suddenly shocked!

But seeing the sonorous pace outside the snow building, thousands of figures came from all sides nervously and orderly, all of them were black-clothed crossbows, swords and long battles, and the terrifying and majestic atmosphere only made their legs weak!

On this day, the whole guard battalion of the swallow tower moved and surrounded the three floors of the snow building.

On the bluestone road, there are many people, the wind and clouds are moving, many people in Yunzhou were suddenly shocked, watching the man in black hurrying forward with his sword and holding the slave, all of them were shocked, and the crowd fled in a panic.

For a while, there were screams and footsteps, and both sides of the river were full of people hugging their heads and scurrying.

"Kill! Fight, run!"

At the same time, many inn shops are closing!

Some people are frightened and frightened, there seems to be a big war on both sides of the Lancang River, and there are also people who have no intention of staying, each taking care of their own things, the interesting thing is that they rely on this snow ridge moat, where the waves crash on the shore, under a vulgar tea house, the boss has run away, but there are still two long and two young people drinking tea and drinking Yixing.

On one side was an old man sitting drinking tea, with a thin figure, a gloomy appearance, and his sheep's head crutches were still oblique in the corner of the table, while a fifteen or sixteen-year-old handsome young man beside him had never drunk tea, but just stood obediently, watching the ironclad dragon boat on the river rush to the finish line first.

On the other side is a white and chubby middle-aged monk and a little monk who is also fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting opposite each other, the boss is not there, the big monk is drinking freely, and the little monk is drinking happily, completely forgetting that he was going to listen to the snow building to listen to the book before he pulled the master to listen to the book!

The great monk Hai drank three bowls of tea, took out two white-flour steamed buns from his arms, handed one to the little monk, and ate it with gusto, and suddenly raised something wrong around him.

As soon as the great monk raised his eyes, the waves splashed on the shore, there was a blacksmith shop, everyone else ran out, but the old man who struck the iron had not left, he had just finished pulling the bellows, stood up and hammered a few times with a hammer on a seven-foot-long chopping horse and knife!

The old man was wearing a half-body animal skin, half of his bare shoulders, wiped a handful of sweat on his forehead, and then tilted his eyes to look at the big monk, this look was earnest, where could the big monk drink.

He gave the little monk a color and said, "Ding Dong, go and bring a bowl of tea to that old man!"

The little monk answered, picked up the tea bowl and poured a bowl of tea, and then sent it to the old man, who took the tea bowl with a smile and took a big sip, which was very hearty.

The little monk was a little embarrassed, touched his bald head, and said, "Yao, this steamed bun is also for you to eat."

As he spoke, he put the steamed bun in the old man's hand, turned his head and hurriedly ran, and when he was halfway through, he heard the great monk shout: "Ding Dong, look at your stinky problem, you have brought back the tea bowl of the other person!

"Oh!" the little monk suddenly came to his senses, turned around and took the tea bowl from the old man's side and returned to sit, at this time the little monk raised his eyes to look at the sky, the lead cloud was heavy, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and the little monk said coldly: "Master, it's going to rain!"

"It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and it's going to rain," the old monk replied.

"But master, we didn't bring umbrellas!"

"We are monks, we can't wet our hair!"

"Oh", the little monk Dingdong agreed, and looked at the handsome young man standing on the side, the young man had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a straw rope with long hair standing up, really good-looking.

The little monk looked at the young man, but saw that the young man was looking at the tall building on the opposite bank, which was one of the eighteenth floors, the Wangchao Garden, and at this time, the high-rise building was also like this side of the river, and there were many people gathered.

On the south mountain, there is no tea guest in the nine-story high-rise building of the huge Wangchao Garden, the iron armor is forested, heavily guarded, and dozens of old men in ink clothes on the ninth floor are hurriedly spreading the news.

On the round table in the center of them, there is a lifelike model of Tingxue Lou standing in the sand table, the first old man is pointing at the sand table, and several people around hurriedly turn the direction of the yin and yang gossip of the sand table.

At this moment, a silver-armored sergeant strode in and hugged his fists and said: "Your Excellency, the flying crossbow has been set up on the seventh or eighth floor, and you can destroy the Tingxue Tower within ten breaths, and if someone escapes, you can also kill it as soon as possible!"

The black-clothed and flower-haired old man, wearing a black cloak, covered his face, nodded slightly, and motioned for the man to go down, and then looked at Tingxue Lou opposite with interest, and said to himself: "Su Buqing, I don't know how much strength you have recovered in the past few years, but I have prepared a saint of sufficient weight for you!"

The man in black turned around and glanced at the river, the lead clouds in the air were heavy, and he saw that it was about to rain, at this time, out of thin air, the white light flickered, and it clearly reflected the Jiaolong Yan Lingzhou across the flying clouds, and at this moment the Jiaolong Yan Lingzhou of the Snow Building finally reached the end first!

The figures on both sides of the river were rushing, and a drop of rain in the sky fell gently, hitting the eaves on the ninth floor of the Wangchao Garden, and there was a crisp sound of "crackling".

The mysterious privy envoy of the swallow building suddenly turned to the busy group of ink-clothed people inside: "It's time, bring Zhuang Huanyu up!"

A group of ink-clothed people and silver-armored soldiers heard the wind and left, and the eleven flying boats on the river rushed straight to listen to the snow building, the dragon and the wild goose!

The eleven-leaf flying boats, each flying boat stood with four silver-armored sergeants, plus two black-clothed elders, lined up and rushed through the snow ridge moat, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the side of the dragon and goose feathering boat!

The eleven-leaf flying boat stood side by side, and the twenty-two black-clothed elders on it moved together, and the diamond iron rope coiled on the flying boat shot out in the air and sank like a river.

At this time, on the official boat next to Yanlingzhou, Yunzhou Du Hu Wu Lei took the first chip embroidery handed over by Bai Yutang, the shopkeeper of Tingxue Building, and smiled, and said: "Mr. Bai is polite, this time the dragon boat, you listen to Xuelou is really a big family, according to the previous secret, you can take that person away, cut off the head, and then invite the city lord's mansion to reward!"

"Chengdu protects the love of adults, Bai will definitely live up to expectations", handed over the color head, Bai Zhantang strode to the river, and flew back to the dragon and goose boat.

This turmoil made Wu Duhu's eyes light up, Wu Lei's expression was solemn, and he shouted: "Take the prisoner out of the river!"

Suddenly, on the eleven-leaf flying boat, several silver-armored sergeants worked together to pull up one end of the iron cable, and between the rolling waves, a huge cage was dragged out of the river by the hook hand, and one person inside was covered with scars and blood stains, and was tied between the steel cages by iron chains.

The eleven-leaf flying boat continued to move forward, and the iron cage was lifted out of the river and rose to the sky, seeing that it was about to fall on the dragon and wild goose boat, at this time, the thin old man under the tea house on the north bank suddenly slapped the table, and the whole person flew out, rushing towards the cage between the big river.

This person strode forward, and when he rushed out, he didn't forget to shout: "The plan has changed, Hugh told Bai Zhantang to leave!"

This thunderous shout, like a bell ringing, the killers of the Swallow Towers guard battalion on both sides of the strait, and the elders of the Privy Council can hear it clearly, and between a clear roar, the crossbows on the opposite side of the tide court are fired together, and the flying arrows that are more than long are brilliant and shoot straight towards the iron cage.

The old man rushed out of the air, and the big monk suddenly stood up and said to the little monk: "Ding Dong, hurry up and listen to the shout of Xuelou, just say that there is an ambush!"

Ding Dong received the order, exerted his strength to eat, and rushed towards the Tingxue Building in the distance.

The great monk said, shouting: "The old man walks slowly, and the monk is coming!"

The fat monk in white galloped on the river, and the golden light of the Buddhist family shone between the palms of his hands, and he suddenly made a move, and the three flying divine arrows that came from the sky first flew out.

And Bai Zhantang looked solemn at the bottom, and gave an order: "Rob people!"

He himself rushed to a flying boat first, with a long sword in his hand, dazzling, and a hundred sword shadows in the sky, and killed all six people on the flying boat!

Bai Zhantang didn't give up, pulled up the iron chain with one hand, and was about to drag the iron cage towards the Yanling boat, and at this time, hundreds of shirtless Chinese characters on the Yanling boat, dragged the sword in his hand and rolled down the boat, each heading towards those flying boats!

The white fat monk swept the river, the old man with a sheep's head cane was surprised for a while, he was sitting in the tea house eating tea before, but he didn't dare to determine the identity of this person, and now the white fat monk rushed to the river.

reported to his home, but he was stunned, you are a monk from the Western Desert Incense Valley, you went to my east to take advantage of which door is lively!

The old man of Hanshi is a disciple of Dongshen Tianji, and now he is the commander of the Swallow Tower Guard Battalion, and he also has the "Great Yan Tianji Technique", and his means are monstrous, so he naturally has heard of the colorless monks in the Incense Valley.

Incense Valley is commonly known as a temple, a fast and a courtyard, the most famous is the Tianchan Temple, and the disciples of this life in the Tianchan Temple have three people who are famous, that is, they do not feel, they are not empty, they are not colored, it is rumored that among these three people, they do not feel that the monk has been among the Buddhas, they are like the saints of the Daomen, and the golden Arhats are not empty, only like the first saints of the Daomen, although the monks are not as good as the saints, but they are only one step away!

If you want to say that you are in the same place with the old man who eats cold, it is really hard to say whether you will win or lose!

The old man of cold food has long been known as slaughtering saints, and this colorless monk has also followed the two senior brothers to make trouble in Shushan, and almost tied the medicine king Jiang Taixu back to the Incense Valley!

Now the two of them are standing in the middle of the river, the turbid waves are rolling, and when they look at each other, they feel full of fighting spirit!

The fat monk didn't look back, but said to Bai Zhantang in a loud voice: "The monks are merciful, Mr. Bai just takes Zhuang Huanyu away, and the cold food is here, and he has his own family to take care of it!"

While speaking, Bai Zhantang picked off Wu Lei in Yunzhou on the official boat with a sword, and the one hundred and ten swimmers were in a mess and cut the official boat into the water, and the eleven flying boats also fell, and the huge cage rested firmly on the Jiaolong Yanling boat.

On the river, there was a sudden shock, and the rest of the dragon boats went to hide, and there were also dragon boats that were pierced by the flying arrows and half sunk into the river.

Bai Zhantang saluted the big monk with his fists, and then strode onto the flying boat and said loudly: "Go back to the building!"