"Could this be the Yunmeng Tang Sect's doing..."

Pony can only come to this conclusion at the moment, if the Liuyun Sword Village is going to sneak attack, it doesn't have to be so obvious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No matter how stupid a person is, he will not take the initiative to provoke an incident, in this case, the Northern Sword Sect and the Salt Gang will definitely become a fire and water!" The pony took a deep breath, and no matter who did it, in fact, this technique was a little too clumsy, and the purpose of the blame was already very obvious.

But the pony still feels that something is wrong in his heart, and he always feels that something is wrong with this kind of thing.

There's not much time for the pony to think about it, as he needs to report it to the gang leader Wanggoro right away, which means that the fire of the fight is about to start and rise.

"Forget it, this kind of thing, no matter how much I think about it, there's no point in letting that Wang Wulang decide!"

The pony motioned to a few of his disciples to take a good look at the corpses of those people, and they could always find some clues.

However, the results of the examination were beyond the expectations of the pony, these people, except for the clothes on their bodies, did not leave any traces, and did not even have any belongings with them, basically some dead soldiers.

The person who set up this ambush did things very thoroughly, and did not give the other party a chance to find clues at all.

"I'm afraid that even if I go to find the identities of these people, I don't know!" Pony thought, and then ordered several disciples to retrieve the corpses of these people until Wang Gorou himself came to examine them.

After all, the final decision on who to shoot is in the hands of this Wang Golang.

Spitfire went all the way to the east, and then turned a corner, he didn't know where the Jinghai Gang was located, so he had to avoid the crowd all the way to the most likely station, Yanjun.

But Feihuo couldn't get close, not only were there a few more disciples at the door, but even nearby, there were a few disciples on duty, with solemn expressions.

Obviously, it was the atmosphere of a big war.

During the day, Spitfire certainly didn't dare to break into the camp so rashly, so he had to carefully observe the camp from a nearby tree on the side of the road, which was far away.

The disciples who patrolled, although their skills did not seem to be very high, on the contrary, they were all very weak junior disciples. But even if you want to see the ponies, you'll have to wait until the evening.

However, a few disciples at the gate of the camp hung white strips of cloth at the door, which showed another thing.

In the camp, important people were killed.

Spitfire is startled, wondering if something had happened to the pony, but when the pony comes out of the camp, he is slightly relieved.

The pony came out not for anything else, but to greet someone.

A group of carriages drove from the direction of Jiangdu City, and together with the carriage were more than twenty strong martial guards, all wearing black leather armor, bare shoulders, and wearing iron ring broadswords at their waists.

The carriage came to a halt at the camp gate, and the pony bowed down to greet the visitors.

And out of the carriage was a ten-year-old boy.

Spitfire remembered Xiao Bu's figure very well, and the boy looked younger than Xiao Bu.

However, he was wearing a tailor-made son's outfit, and he also pretended to take a folding fan in his hand.

What makes Feihuo even more unacceptable is that such a ten-year-old boy actually has two beautiful maids in the car behind him.

When the pony saw the boy coming down, he hurriedly stepped forward and said very respectfully, "Young helper, you are here!"

The boy was quite arrogant, but he didn't think much of the pony's words, and when he got out of the car, he reprimanded the pony and said, "How do you do things, you chose such a broken place as a camp, and there are still hundreds of people in my Jinghai Gang, where are you going to put them?"

This boy is Wang Wulang's youngest son, named Wang Xihua, and he is also the only son.

Because Wang Wulang's thirteenth aunt wife, only the ninth lady, who was forcibly married ten years ago, gave birth to a son to him, and the others either couldn't give birth or gave birth to daughters.

Naturally, he loves this son, and he has received various educations since he was a child, although he is not very old, but he has won the true biography of Wang Wulang's ruthlessness, and at a young age, he has already spread some notoriety in the south of the Yangtze River.

The pony hurriedly said with a little shame: "Young Gang Master, this is just a temporary outpost, in Dantu, there is also one of our camps, so..."

Wang Xihua noticed the strip of white cloth at the door, frowned, and said to the pony: "What, I just came, and you have an accident?"

"That's... The Lord of the Hall of Bells has been ambushed, already..."The pony wanted to speak and stopped, this Wang Xihua, although he was not very old, but his scheming was already better than that of some adult people.

Moreover, Wang Xihua has some prejudices against the pony, thinking that in the Jinghai Gang, Wang Xihua's strategy has surpassed the pony, and even has some intention of squeezing out the pony.

Such a boy is a little unusual, but his heart is also very violent, although there are still some childish children, but when he kills, he is ruthless.

"Take that down, I'm a dignified Jinghai Gang, can't I mourn to others to see jokes!" Wang Xihua's face changed, and she ordered the guards next to her to tear off the white cloth strip, and then she stomped on it a few times with her foot, and said very unceremoniously to the pony: "If you die a Zhongli, let the whole camp mourn together, and the reason that the declining army will be defeated, don't you understand?"

The pony was a little speechless when he was choked by this Wang Xihua, not because he didn't want to fight back, but because he knew that this Wang Xihua was not a little ghost to mess with.

Wang Xihua is easy to mess with, Wang Wulang behind him is not easy to mess with, there were once two hall masters who confronted Wang Xihua and were killed by this kid.

So the pony doesn't want to touch the mold.

"Let's say, who did this matter, although my Jinghai Gang has not yet arrived, how can there be a reason not to pay respect!" Wang Xihua glanced at Zhongli's death with disdain in the room, and then said sharply to the pony: "You are so resourceful, how can such a low-level thing still occur!"

"Subordinate... It was only a momentary mistake that allowed this kind of thing to happen, although the person who did it looked like the Northern Sword Gate, but I suspect it was..."

Before Xiaoma could finish speaking, Wang Xihua interrupted him and smiled coldly, "According to you, do you think it was done by Yunmeng Tangmen?"

"I don't think that this kind of thing is not very clear, such a low-level blame, it is obvious that the Yunmeng Tangmen did it!" Wang Xihua was a child, but his face was gloomy: "Pass my order, let the Dantu's men and horses support, don't wait, just today, I will kill that Tangmen out of reach!"