A hundred miles away from Bianliang City, there is a mountain peak, about hundreds of zhang high, and the peak reaches the clouds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info if you stand on the opposite mountain and look at it, you will find that this peak has a strange shape. The top of the mountain suddenly became gentle, as if someone had forcibly chopped a piece of flat land. On the flat ground, there are still a few stone pillars, which have experienced wind and rain, mottled land, and seem to be about to collapse at any time.

Standing on the top of this peak, you can just overlook the whole of Bianliang City. The decisive battle in the imperial city had just ended, and the smoke had not yet subsided. However, far away from the top of this mountain, you can only see a city that is always calm and serene.

Standing on the top of the peak, the night wind blows, so strong that it can blow away all the muscles and bones. However, at this time, there were three people standing on the peak. The stone pillars are surrounded by a circle, and a person stands on one of the stone pillars, forming a triangular trend. The three of them were all dressed in night clothes, masked, and quite far away from each other, as if they were secretly on guard.

A person in the northeast corner said impatiently: "We haven't gathered for ten years, and I don't know what the sudden convening of the Lord means!" What's even more strange is that the wind is howling on the top of this mountain. This person didn't use any force, but his voice came out smoothly, and he was not blown away by the wind at all, which shows that his internal strength is profound. He showed his hand, intent on showing his means in front of the other two.

The man standing on the south side, with his face facing north, always stood with his hands in his hands, without saying a word. The other person was tall and thin, and smiled faintly, and the laughter was lonely, and this soft laughter actually reached the ears of the other two people clearly. He is not very old, but there is a vicissitudes in his voice, and he said: "Something big is destined to happen in Bianliang City tonight, and it is good to come here to see the excitement." It's been a long time since it's been this lively......"

The silent man frowned, but still didn't speak. The young man who spoke first snorted and said, "It's a pity that we stayed out of the matter and didn't go to Bianliang City to make a big fuss, which gave that Zhao Lao'er a headache!"

The tall and thin man sneered: "Tonight is a contest between the master and the apprentice, the father-in-law and the son-in-law, the living and the dead, what are you going to do?"

The young man frowned, showing anger, but after all, because he didn't know the details of the other party, he didn't dare to act rashly. He suppressed his anger, turned his head to look around, and said, "Why are the three of us here?

The other two ignored him, and the man suddenly said, "Here!" The voice was hoarse, and it was an old man.

The other two couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and sure enough, they saw two figures in the darkness climbing up in the middle of the high cliff. The two of them were shocked at the same time, but they didn't expect that the two of them were still on the mountainside, and the old man had already discovered that his skills should not be underestimated, and he had even surpassed himself. Two people on the mountainside, one with his hands on his back, only stepped on the stone wall with both feet, his body was almost flat, and climbing the cliff wall was like walking on the flat ground, and it was not difficult at all. The other person didn't use his feet to borrow, only climbed on the stone wall with both hands, and his body swayed in mid-air. He replaces his feet with his hands, and he is also very tidy and does not struggle at all.

As soon as the light skills of the two were revealed, the three people standing on the top of the mountain were secretly surprised. When the two came to the top of the mountain, they also found two stone pillars to stand on, but they didn't say a word. The young man clapped and laughed, "All right, here are five! There are still three ......."

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone speak in mid-air: "Don't wait!" The voice was calm and gentle, like a spring breeze. However, the first three people to arrive looked up into the air, unaware that someone else was coming from above.

A white figure slowly descended in mid-air, as if it was riding the wind by virtue of the void. This person was dressed differently from the others, but was wearing a moon-white robe and covering his face with a white scarf. He landed lightly on a stone pillar and swept his gaze over the five of them. The two who arrived later bowed and saluted, "Lord!"

Originally, the three of them did not salute, but were a little surprised. The young man couldn't hold his breath the most, and said, "What's the matter? There has been no gathering for ten years, and it turns out that the lord has also changed?"

The man in white didn't care, and suddenly threw down two swarthy iron medals in his hand, and sighed: "Wei Qian is defeated!"

The three people who came first were all taken aback when they saw the iron plate, and the old man blurted out: "Wei Qian is also ......."

The man in white nodded and said, "Yes, Wei Qian is the leader of the Dragon Clan! It's a pity that he is too arrogant, and he will fall short after all!"

The young man said, "Who is that Garuda?"

The man in white said: "Garuda is a ghost!"

"What?!" The three of them were all stunned when they learned that these two people were actually the same as themselves, and they were also one of the eight Heavenly Dragons. The old man's eyes flashed thoughtfully.

The man in white continued: "Even I didn't expect that Su Zhuo would not hesitate to die, causing Wei Qian and Ghost Yin to kill each other!

The young man snorted coldly and said, "It's a pity, Su Zhuo is already dead, and he can't even find his bones." You love you so much, you can only go to the underworld to solicit it!" He had a bitter hatred for Su Zhuo, and when he heard the man in white praise Su Zhuo like this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The others were a little surprised, they couldn't imagine that he would dare to be so rude to the man in white. The man in white didn't care, and said lightly: "Celestials, where is your token?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "My ...... It's mine...... It's all Ye Shao's slut who stole my token......"

The man in white said in a loud voice: "When the Eight Heavenly Dragons were established, the eight tokens were distributed to the eight tribesmen. This token is not only proof of identity, but also fate! But you actually lost the token!"

The young man's body trembled suddenly, and he lost all the arrogance of Fang Cai, and instantly became a lost dog. The others just watched coldly, without the slightest intention of helping. The man in white sighed and said, "That's it, we have already suffered heavy losses, and I don't want to punish you again......" The loneliness in his words was overflowing.

There was silence for a while, and the man in white suddenly said, "Asura, bring people up!"

The three of them were stunned, only to see that the man who went up the mountain with only his feet put down a pocket from behind his back. It turned out that he was carrying a big bag, no wonder he didn't use his hands when he went up the mountain. And the black cloth pocket is difficult to detect in the dark night. Asura put his pocket on the ground and opened it, only to see that there was actually someone inside. The man was bound hand and foot, with cotton wool in his mouth, unable to move or speak.

As soon as the young man saw this person, he immediately exclaimed, "Ye Shao! It turns out that the Venerable Lord has already arrested her!"

The man in white snorted coldly and said, "Don't be too happy. She doesn't have your token on her!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Lord, please hand her over to me, I will definitely be able to tell her the whereabouts of the token!"

The man in white said lightly: "It's okay, I also want to know who she passed her token to!"

The young man was startled and said, "What......?

The man in white nodded and said, "That's right, she is Gandapo!"

The young man was suddenly speechless, his eyes rolling, and it was evident that he had been quite shocked by the events of the night. However, since the man in white is willing to hand over Ye Shao to his disposal, he will definitely be able to let her speak. The young man jumped up, landed on the stone pillar where the Asura was standing, and stretched out his hand to grab Ye Shao.

At this moment, the old man, who had always been silent, suddenly came first, hugged Ye Shao, and then flattened his palm, exchanged a palm with the young man, and with the power of the anti-shock, he fluttered and fell down the cliff. No one expected this shocking change. The man in white looked at the two figures disappearing into the valley, knowing that he couldn't catch up, his eyes flashed, and he whispered to himself: "Zhou Qinglian, Zhou Qinglian ......"

(Is the story over?) It doesn't seem to be yet.) If you want to know what will happen next, please pay attention to tomorrow's update, and the storm will rise again) (To be continued.) )