Last night's attack by the Men in Black was frightening, but no one could say for sure when they would come back. As a result, the vigilance in the palace has been significantly improved. Especially in front of the bedroom of King Penglai and the prince, there is almost a post in three steps and a post in five steps. The little fat man was a little funny when he saw this, and thought to himself, you and the king of Penglai or the prince of the world, when they were making love to their wives at night. These guards are not listening to the spring palace map for free. It's a pity that you can only listen to it, not see it. In the afternoon, there were many new faces in the palace, and I don't know where these people came from. However, one thing is certain, these people are all found by the prince to protect the safety of his life. These people all looked arrogant, and when they saw the palace guards, their nostrils soared to the sky. Only when he saw the father and son of King Penglai did his expression be a little humble. Looking at the formation, there is a feeling of "wind and rain are coming, and the building is full of flowers".

These people walked with vigorous steps, one by one, and when they passed by, they could feel a powerful murderous aura. However, in the eyes of the little fat man, these people who look fierce and vicious are all paper tigers. Because, when he was on the mountain, the little fat man once heard the master say that the real master is the kind of "elephant invisible, loud and loud". Most of those who are domineering like them have some cultivation, and their cultivation is not too high, so it's okay to scare ordinary people. When you meet a real master, you can only run away. However, in these years, the real masters are either sharp and clumsy. Either retreat to the mountains and forests, and don't ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Either open a sect and concentrate on teaching. Therefore, the chances of meeting and clashing with a real master are not very high. As a result, these talents are able to stand on their toes. To put it bluntly, it is the mentality of "there are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings".

When the sun went down, the palace was lit up. Through the window paper in each room, the faint figures inside seemed to be able to see what they were doing. The moon in the sky and the torches on the earth seemed to mirror each other, and they seemed to be competing with each other's brilliance. The guards were divided into groups of about ten and patrolled the palace and outside. The sound of vigorous footsteps made the palace quiet for a moment. When the guards were patrolling, they formed a long line. The leader was holding a torch, and the back of the mat was also holding a torch. The expressions on their faces were very serious, and it seemed that the people in black gave them a lot of psychological shadows last night. Around their waists, a large knife hangs. The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and in this society, people who cultivate immortals generally like to use swords, so that it is convenient for the sword to fly. Ordinary people like to use knives, and the lethality of knives is relatively large. Those masters in the palace seemed very leisurely. They were scattered all over the palace in twos and threes, or alternately took turns on duty. Those who are new to the palace only walk around the palace with their own people. Although they are both immortal cultivators, the newcomers and those who were originally in the palace don't seem to cooperate very well. There are no foreign enemies yet, and several forces have been divided into the palace.

As a low-level member of the palace, the little fat man naturally has no right to patrol. This guy didn't have any consciousness as a royal mansion, and after eating, he lay on the bed and prepared to sleep. There were a few oil lamps lit in the dormitory, and those who couldn't sleep gathered around to chat. Of course, when men talk together, the most common topic of conversation is women. This said that Wang's fifth daughter-in-law will definitely be able to give birth to a son in the future. The one who said that Feng Wu's wife has big lips, and when she does that at night, her dexterous tongue and sexy lips must last long. In addition to chatting, there are also some people reading books under the lights, don't think that those who read books must be intellectuals, or they may be well-dressed birds/beasts. For example, now, if someone walks next to the book reader and then flickers the lights faintly and occasionally, they can see that the books they are holding in their hands are not only "The Talented and Beautiful", but also "The Legend of the Crazy Woman", and even more, an illustrated version of the book in their hands, on the book cover, there are three words written on the book jacket - "Gold/Vase Plum".

The little fat man is not interested in any of this, in the heart of the little fat man, in addition to being interested in eating, the most attractive thing for him is sleeping. The little fat man thinks that this month is dark and windy, the rooster does not crow, the hen does not crow, if he does not sleep, it is a blasphemy and Lang fee of time. A philosopher and scholar once said that Lang wasted time and killed him. The little fat man was young and did not want to bear the infamy of a murderer and an executioner, so he made what he had always thought was the wisest choice - sleeping.

Anyone can sleep, but it takes a lot of effort to sleep in a bustling environment with constant laughter. Fortunately, the little fat man usually did not let go of sleep outside of the time he concentrated on his practice. The little fat man took off his coat and lay down under the covers. At the beginning, Ding Hao still said this with the little fat man. Gradually, Ding Hao found that the little fat man no longer gave any answers to his questions. The only thing that could reply to him was the slight snoring of the little fat man. Ding Hao was helpless, so he had to sleep with his head covered. However, he didn't have the sleeping skills that the little fat man was so familiar with. He lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, as time went by, Ding Hao felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and seemed to feel when Zhou Gong's daughter beckoned to him. Suddenly heard a noise in his ears, Ding Hao was clever, and the drowsiness he had just had immediately disappeared. Ding Hao looked at the little fat man, and saw that the little fat man had already passed his clothes, and his face was solemn. Almost everyone in the dormitory could hear the noise outside, and most of them were now fully dressed, looking nervously outside through the cracks in the windows.

"Dangdangdang" A rapid gong sound, through the bustling noise, into everyone's ears. Now don't say that everyone has woken up, even if they sleep like dead pigs, they should be woken up by the sound of this gong.

"Come out and catch the assassins, and catch a reward of one hundred taels of silver. In the midst of the close sound of the gong, a man's voice shouted. Obviously, he wanted to use this money offensive to lure/confuse everyone to come out and defend against the enemy.

In this situation, everyone is no longer allowed to hide in the house. So, the family members grabbed their weapons one after another. With a quicker hand, he picked up the deadbolt of the top door. The slower ones also picked up the bench. The rest of the people who were not good at their hands and feet, seeing that there were no weapons to take, in desperation, picked up the night pot. The little fat man looked at it and laughed in his heart, and he didn't know how to fight with people in this night pot. If one is not well controlled, the liquid inside gushes out and spills on oneself, which is not good.

Ding Hao held a broom pimple in his hand, the little fat man was barehanded, and the pair of brothers were mixed in the crowd and walked out of the door. As soon as I came out to see it, I was taken aback. I saw that there were already a lot of people lying in the courtyard, judging from the costumes, most of them were some guards in the palace, and a few were wearing black clothes. There are not many black-clothed people lying down, and there are quite a few black-clothed people standing, about a dozen, surrounded by the palace guards and palace masters, as well as those who just came today. The guards stood on the outermost periphery, because their cultivation was too low, and when facing the real masters, it would be a mistake to have too many people. The ones who really fought against the dozen or so men in black were the masters of the palace and those people today. There were also some people standing on the walls of the palace. The light of the torches reflected on their faces, all of them fresh. It seems that they are also the same group of people who just arrived today. The purpose of these people standing at the head of the wall is to prevent the attacking men in black from escaping. It seems that their plan is to catch all these men in black who are going to attack tonight.

"I didn't expect that the dignified King of Tianhua Penglai would collude with the Demon Sect Thousand Poison Ridge and be embarrassed. A tall man in black said, his tone full of mockery. Judging by his accent, he should look like forty or fifty.

When the little fat man heard this, he was also taken aback. He never expected that the group of mysterious people who came today would actually be from the Thousand Poison Mountains of the Demon Sect. This King of Penglai and Qianzhuling colluded with each other, and it seems that they have long been plotting against each other.

"Haha. An old man from Thousand Poison Ridge standing in front of him laughed, his laughter full of disdain. The old man's cultivation did not seem to be low, and his voice clearly sounded in the ears of everyone present through the chaotic shouts and gongs of the people below. Only then did the little fat man notice the old man, only to see that the old man's hair was gray, and he didn't tidy it up, like weeds in the land that had been barren for more than ten years, and it grew casually. His face was a natural bronz, and his forehead was deeply surrounded, like the age of a tree in the sky, recording the years he had experienced. The old man's eyes were quite sharp, and they shone with a strange light from time to time, like sharp blades, shooting into the hearts of these invaders. The old man had a sword in his hand, and the sword did not move in his hand. However, anyone believes that this old man's long sword will deal a fatal blow at any time.

After the old man finished laughing, he said slowly: "Who should I be, it turns out that the head of the Carefree Sect is coming in person." This visit seems to be in vain!"

When the little fat man heard the three words of the free faction, he was secretly frightened in his heart, and hurriedly looked at the crowd to see if there was a little phoenix. What makes the little fat man happy is that this group of people looks tall and big, not like women. Seeing this, the little fat man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Yazi, the head of the Carefree Sect, sneered: "Bai Xingxing, you old poison, you are in cahoots with King Penglai, and you are known by the world, and sooner or later you will all be eradicated!"

When the little fat man heard the words "white happy", his face really changed. Because he knew that this Bai Xingxing was the current gang leader of Thousand Poison Ridge. The people on the rivers and lakes say that "there is no most poisonous, only more poisonous" "Poison Yama King" Bai Xingxing.