Sorcerer

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"My mother, who is it that yelled so wickedly?" The fat man who had wiped his face full of mixed porridge was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but interjected to ask.

"I think it should be the younger generation of that family." The old man was also a little uncertain, "Since the Lord Tiger entered the Chaotic Realm, that family's tiger roar has rarely appeared. Today's roar is the only one I have heard in more than ten years. Once. This trip to Manghuang City is really not in vain."

"That house has been quiet for so long, what do you mean by running to Manghuang City and roaring so loudly?" The lion-nosed man turned his head and looked at the ostentatious eaves of Shenxianju, with gossip shining in his eyes, "What do you say about this?" Throat, who is it going to be yelling at?"

Everyone also immediately realized that this is the core of the gossip, and expressed their curiosity one after another.

A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks seemed to have found the answer, offering treasures and said: "Shenxianju is the property of the crazy tiger Wang Zongcheng. Could it be that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers?"

"Nonsense, what is the status of that family? Can anyone compare to it? Wang Zongcheng...huh!" The old man looked quite dissatisfied.Wang Zongcheng is just a half-toned Jingzun, a cripple with less than twenty branches. Comparing him with that family seriously desecrates the Tiger God family in the old man's mind, but at this time, the family in Wang Zongcheng In Manghuang City, the base camp, the old man didn't dare to talk nonsense to cause trouble for himself.

"There are quite a few tigers near Bingcheng, and there's no need to go to Manghuangcheng to hunt tigers." The lion-nosed man agreed with the old man's point of view, he pinched his nose, and his eyes fell on Wumaxi, who had been watching coldly. He opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, you were the closest to the window just now, did you see anything unusual at Shenxianju?"

Wu Maxi didn't want to participate in the excitement, but she also felt that there was no need to deliberately avoid it, so she replied after a little thought: "Just now, two flying dragons took off from Shenxianju, and then there was a roar. Presumably, the roar should be directed at the flying dragons. of."

<The young man with pox patted his forehead, as if he suddenly came to his senses, but then thought of something more exciting, his eyes widened, "That bastard flying dragon belongs to Daxingdian."

"you sure?"

<b痘都飞扬起来，握着拳头道：“错不了，我有一个兄弟在神仙居做小二，这是他亲口跟我说的，那王八蛋飞龙昨天刚进的城，汪疯虎亲自招待的。”在飞龙前边加王八蛋的习惯，就是那个被飞龙抓得满头是伤的小二兄弟传染给他的。

"Let's watch the fun." The lion-nosed man slapped his palm on the table, his body bounced up instantly, shot out of the window like a cannonball, and disappeared instantly through the rain curtain.

A very ferocious artistic conception, like a huge boulder thrown by a meteorite.

The yawning shopkeeper's sleepiness dissipated in an instant, stared at the window for a long time, and said viciously: "Eat and drink for nothing, you will die!" Then he stopped suddenly, looked at the dizzy ground upstairs, swayed for a long time, and muttered in a low voice, "Actually, it's so lively, there's nothing to see." Then he added with a flushed face, "Such a big It’s raining, it’s not worth getting wet.”

None of the people upstairs noticed his talking to himself, and another exciting topic started early.

"My mother, that family is going to challenge Daxingdian!" Fatty was full of excitement, and tremblingly picked up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, leaving a crystal clear rice grain on his shiny forehead.

"Just to put it bluntly, isn't that self-declining to challenge Wang Zongcheng?" The old man stroked his sparse goatee, as if admiring that the family had found such a worthy opponent as Daxingdian.

"Calling against Daxingdian on the ground in the northwest, isn't that house looking for death?" The person who spoke was a young man standing outside, with a rigid face expressionless and sharp eyes, slowly rubbing his thumb The huge righteous bead on the surface of the prosthetic tool.The style of his prosthetic tools is a bit peculiar. Overall, it looks like a celestial rod, but it has a strange curvature.

"Young man, what you said is wrong. What kind of family is that? It is influential in the whole continent." The old man smiled all over his face, correcting the young man's fallacies with the attitude of a senior, and finally attached I have never had much humor, "If it is the old bones of the old man, it is not just the dough in Da Xingdian's hands. You can knead it into whatever you want. Well, you have to do it before you do it. To measure and measure."

The young man shook his head slowly but resolutely, and said: "These days Daxingdian has been ruthless, and it is obvious that it wants to rectify it. That family is fighting against the wind, so it's no wonder that nothing happened."

"Young man, you are worrying too much, that's the one!" The old man still didn't take it seriously.

The young man interrupted indifferently: "So what about that house? The one without that repair is just an empty shell. Wen Song's reputation is not bad? He was just beaten by Du Xi from Daxingdian last month. Death, how much do you think the current one is better than Wen Song?"

"Wen Song? You mean Wen Song, the Venerable Lone Song of Heshangyuan? Impossible?" The old man's face changed slightly.

"Zhuo isn't bored enough to spread rumors with you." After saying that, ignoring everyone's reactions, he stepped out of the window and drifted slowly in the rainy sky, like a sailboat walking on the water. Disappeared behind the rain curtain.

Another exquisite artistic conception.

Another fierce man who braved the wind and rain to watch the excitement. <Pox looked at the handsome and elegant back, his eyes turned red with envy.

"The Lonely Pine Venerable is well-known, how could he be beaten to death by the Daxingdian all of a sudden? This is unreasonable! The Coupling Conference is just around the corner, so the Daxingdian is not afraid of causing any trouble?" The shriveled old man was full of doubts.

"This story is true. I just called Kawagamihara, and this story has gone crazy over there." The fat man leaned his body forward, pressing his plump chest on the table, with a mysterious expression on his face , "Do you know about the ditch meeting in Daxingdian?"

Everyone nodded, the Goulian Conference has been prepared so far, and it can be said that no one in the Northwest knows about it.

"Could it be that Wen Song refused to accept the invitation letter?" It was the old man who spoke.Affected by the fat man's mysterious tone, the old man's voice unconsciously lowered an octave, making it sound like a secret agent.

"It's more than that!" Fatty clapped his palms, breaking the entire mysterious atmosphere immediately, "It's fine if you don't accept the letter, you know, that Wen Song chased him to Dahengxing City in the middle of the night and took the two envoys from Daxingdian , Ha! Killed." His voice became lower and lower, but suddenly rose at the end, which startled the old man.

"What? Wen Song killed the envoy of the Great Hall?" Wu Maxi was more frightened than the old man.

He had already guessed that the one who killed in Lao Mansion that day was the messenger of the Daxingdian. For this reason, he had been walking on eggshells and wanted to escape from the northwest. Hearing the strange trend of the case at this moment, he couldn't help being shocked.

"That's not true! At that time, the two envoys were staying at the house of Venerable Han Yan's apprentice, and Wen Song refused to give up after killing the man. He burned the man's house to the ground, thinking that no one would know what it was. He did it, who knows that in less than seven days, the Great Xingdian will come to his door." Fatty's body fluctuated with the tone of his voice, making the table in front of him creak.

Wu Maxi's face was serious, and according to Fatty's description, she was definitely responsible for this case in Dahengxing City, but she didn't know how Wen Song had memorized it.

The case in the rampant city was like a knife hanging over his head, making his travels in the northwest like a mouse.Now that the trend of this case has suddenly reversed, does this mean: the knife has been withdrawn, and I am safe?

He was not in the mood to pity Wen Song who died for no reason, and immediately thought of Chiliyuan, this place that he always wanted to go but never dared to go, now it seems that he can go freely.

A long-lost smile appeared on Wumaxi's gloomy face. He raised his head and was about to confirm with the fat man when a clear voice suddenly came from the left and said, "The cold rock you mentioned His venerable's disciple, but his surname is Lao?"

When everyone followed the sound, they saw an old man in light blue clothes standing by the table seven or eight steps away on the left. His body was as tall and straight as a pine and cypress. body.

The shriveled old man looked at the blue-shirted old man with some doubts in his eyes. After a while, he seemed to think of something, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

The fat man didn't have much feeling for the majesty in the blue-shirted old man's eyes, his tone still seemed to be telling a legendary story, and he said, "Yes, it's Lao and Que. How do you know? Could it be that you also came from Dahengxing City?" here?"

"Where's Lao Que? How's it going?" The old man in the blue shirt ignored Fatty's question and asked instead.

"Oh, you don't know. Hundreds of people in the whole house were burnt beyond recognition. Can you believe that Lao Que is still alive? Certainly not. Who is Wen Song? Venerable Lone Song, He Uehara's number one expert, how could he leave him alive?" The fat man talked eloquently, without noticing the paler and paler face of the shriveled old man next to him, "By the way, don't you recognize that Lao Que?"

"Hmph!" The blue-shirted old man's cold snort was like a howling cold wind, making everyone tremble.

Fatty finally noticed the strange atmosphere and pressure upstairs, and lowered his head tremblingly, not daring to make any more noise.

The blue-shirted old man ignored the silent people upstairs, walked to the window with clear steps, and stepped out of the window with a big stride, as if stepping on an invisible ladder in the void, and went far in a few steps.

"The third one!" The shopkeeper moaned weakly, looking at the window pitifully, his eyes full of resentment. <Pox is yelling: "Look quickly, this June day, why did it suddenly change to hail?"

Three or four people got up at the same time and rushed to the window.

Wu Maxi slowly put down the frozen jasmine juice in her hand, looked at the pale and shriveled old man, and asked, "Senior, do you know who that person is?"

"Master Han Yan, Che Han." The old man said slowly while holding the table with his trembling right hand.