"You have something to say."

Rufeng glanced at Yan Liang and said with a cold face: "Don't wander around blindly if you have nothing to do. Do you know how difficult it is for us to find such a place where we can avoid the eyes and ears of Galaya? If we are exposed again.

, I will definitely twist off your head and use it as a ball to kick!"

"Ahem..."

Yan Liang coughed violently, "Isn't it a special situation last time? I'm not always so unreliable. Take this time as an example..."

Yan Liang paused for a moment, then laughed, "I just met a newcomer this time."

"oh?"

Rufeng's eyes narrowed, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure! The pink and tender newbie!"

Yan Liang laughed and said: "Boss, you can't think that I am unreliable just because of a small accident. I have been working hard for our escape plan!"

"Okay, okay, stop being poor."

Rufeng glared at Yan Liang, "What's the grade of the scriptures about that newcomer? If it's not even deep red, it doesn't mean anything."

"Don't worry, it will definitely surpass Crimson!" Yan Liang assured, patting his chest.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

The tall and burly man stared at Yan Liang, with a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

"That……"

Yan Liang coughed a few times, and his voice was obviously a little weaker, "That's not true."

"Um?"

The tall man frowned, a pair of iron fists collided with each other on his chest, and stared at Yan Liang coldly, "Yan Liang, I think your skin is itchy!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Xiao Hui in Rufeng's arms also screamed at Yan Liang a few times, his eyes full of contempt.

"No no no!"

Yan Liang waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother Tian, ​​don't be impatient! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"snort!"

Han Tian snorted coldly, "I want to hear what other farts your kid can fart!"

"How can it be a fart?" Yan Liang said with saliva on his face: "That boy is so secretive and hid his scriptures that he refuses to expose them. He must be of high rank!"

"That's all?"

Han Tian clenched his fists loudly, "Yan Liang, you are really looking for a beating!"

When Yan Liang saw something was wrong, he rushed behind Rufeng and shouted: "Boss, help me, boss, help me!"

"Okay, okay."

Rufeng rolled his eyes at Yan Liang, and then said: "The people in the city have either been completely brainwashed by the Wuyuan Temple, or they are afraid and dare not make enemies of the Temple. They also want to obtain new ones.

Scripture, we can only place our hope on a new person. Since Yan Liang has found a new person, he might as well terminate the contact."

"That's right!"

Yan Liang nodded repeatedly, "That's what I mean, boss understands me!"

Han Tian snorted lightly, too lazy to pay attention to this idiot.

"How much information do you have about the newcomer?" Rufeng looked at Yan Liang and asked in a deep voice.

"Hey, what's that kid's name? Ling Feng, he looks a little silly, and he believes whatever I say."

Yan Liang grinned, "He said he came from around 69,000 years of the Tianyan Calendar, so I lied to him and said I came from the Datong Calendar. Haha, I was two hundred thousand years earlier than him! As a result, this kid

It's really interesting to talk about a senior brother."

"Tian Yan's sixty-nine thousand years..."

Rufeng's eyes narrowed, "Isn't that very close to our time and space?"

"yes."

Yan Liang nodded, "But we have been here for more than twenty years, and those talents who came in must be those after us."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Rufeng shook his head and said calmly: "The space-time passage leading to Wuluo City has no time rules. He may also be the person before us. Ling Feng..."

Rufeng narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Why does this name sound a little... familiar? Could it be that person? Maybe, it's just the same name..."

…

No Fall Club.

Ta-ta!

With the sound of horse hooves, the void cracked open in the originally peaceful street, and golden light emerged. Then, three figures wearing cloaks and felt hats suddenly appeared.

Moreover, unlike ordinary times when Garaya appears, the dark horse leads the way.

What appeared this time was a white horse with a dark golden horn!

As for the three figures, two of them were wearing white cloaks, and the one in the middle was actually wearing a rare crimson cloak.

"Praise my Lord Shiva!"

For a moment, pedestrians on both sides of the street saluted the three people at the same time, their eyes full of piety and awe.

The man in the middle waved his hand gently, and everyone withdrew their salute gestures, but they still gathered around, a little curious as to why three emissaries from the temple suddenly appeared.

Moreover, one of them is at Shutara level!

I saw the Shutara in the middle, looking straight at the Wushu Guild Hall.

If Ling Feng were here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this was Shutara and Rambo who he had talked to before.

Rambo walked directly to the clubhouse, followed closely by the two Galayas behind him.

The boy shopkeeper in the hall didn't dare to doze off. As soon as the sound of horse hooves sounded, he jumped up as if on a conditioned reflex.

"Shu...Sitara-sama!"

The boy shopkeeper had a flattering smile on his face, picked up the teapot, and was about to pour tea for Rambo and the other two Galayas.

Lan Bo raised his hand slightly to stop shopkeeper Tong, and simply asked: "Not long ago, was there a young man with silver hair who came here to register?"

"Silver-haired boy, register?"

Shopkeeper Tong's eyelids twitched, could it be that boy?

He swallowed involuntarily and asked cautiously: "What's wrong? Lord Shutora, is it that young man who committed something?"

"He is..."

Rambo thought for a moment and then said: "He is my friend."

"Friend...friend!"

Shopkeeper Tong almost jumped up in fright. It turned out that Ling Feng really wasn't bragging!

What a privilege it is to be able to make friends with Shutara!

And not only was he so negligent to him, he also arranged a shabby thatched house for him.

If Lord Shutara finds out about this, it won't be a disaster.

"It seems that he has arrived."

Rambo stared at shopkeeper Tong and said in a deep voice.

"Yes...yes..."

Shopkeeper Tong swallowed hard, "I...I'll call that little brother over right now."

"No need, I'll go find him myself."

Rambo didn't think much and said calmly.

Little did he know that his words almost scared shopkeeper Tong's little heart to the point of exploding.

The dignified Shutara-sama wants to find a new kid in person?

Is it possible that that boy looks young, but actually came in from the time and space channel of ancient times?

Could it be that he is the ancestor of a certain big shot in the temple?

"No...it's not good."

Shopkeeper Tong now regrets it so much that he really wants to strangle his former self to death.

He had deliberately caused trouble and arranged a dilapidated thatched house for Ling Feng.

Now, Ling Feng must hate himself so much.
To be continued...