Qinglong City is composed of seventeen mountains, continuous and from a distance, it looks like a green dragon lying across, so the city is also named Qinglong.

"By the way, three beauties, take off their masks, otherwise it would be difficult to borrow the wind." Han Sanqian smiled.

Although the three girls were puzzled, Han Sanqian did what they said one by one.

First there was Qin Shuang, then Su Yingxia, and finally Fuli. When the three women took off their masks, it caused a lot of sensation from the beginning of entering the city.

Along the way, many men turned their heads and looked at them, and even women sometimes couldn't help but look at them.

Under everyone's gaze, a group of people walked into the most prosperous restaurant in Qinglong City.

Qingyun Restaurant.

At this time, the restaurant was filled with people and was very lively.

After Han Sanqian and others walked in, the first floor lobby suddenly became much more peaceful.

The three beauties were very attractive. Han Sanqian sat down and looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the people on the second floor who were laughing and making fun of people.

Han Sanqian glanced at Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng and smiled and said, "Is it him?"

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng nodded.

Han Sanqian stopped talking and asked the waiter to order some wine and food, and started eating with Fumang and others.

On the second floor, there were laughter and joy, and everyone was cheering and drinking. Soon after, just as Han Sanqian and others were about to finish their meal, there were also footsteps upstairs.

A middle-aged man with a very big belly and like an arhat slowly walked upstairs under the crowd of people.

When passing by Han Sanqian and others' table, he hurriedly ran up with his legs that were far away, leaning on the middle-aged man's ear and saying a few words.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but look at Han Sanqian's table. It doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it. He was shocked by the appearance of the three women, and his eyes were almost falling out.

He has seen many beauties, but top beauties like Qin Shuang and Su Yingxia are very futile.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, even the wooden table could not help tremble slightly at this time. A giant knife with the size of the arm was placed directly on the table. Then, the middle-aged man with big belly took off his body and sat down with a lot of unwiped oil stains on his mouth.

He looked at Han Sanqian with disdain, and then said proudly: "I didn't expect that there would be such three fairy-like ladies coming in my Qinglong City. Shopkeeper, the money for this table is on your Master Fu."

"Haole, Master Fu." The shopkeeper nodded quickly.

"By the way, I haven't asked the names of the three ladies yet." Mr. Fu smiled, and then, the dog-legged next to him stood arrogantly: "This is Mr. Fu from Tianding Mountain in Qinglong City, and this one from Qinglong City." After saying that, Mr. Fu raised his thumbs up, and the meaning was very obvious. Mr. Fu is the largest in Qinglong City.

Han Sanqian smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and said, "Is that strong?"

"That's right, within these three days, my Master Fu has scattered the Qinglong radius of 100 miles, and a total of twelve sects and eleven palaces. It can be said that he swept across thousands of troops and is invincible to thousands of men."

When it comes to this, the dog legs are naturally extremely proud, and even the people around Fu Ye are very proud.

Tianding Mountain is now in the limelight. Within three days, it has led its troops to defeat all the small and small forces around it. Although most of these forces are small forces and belong to the neutral side, the number of people after the remnants was incorporated by Tianding Mountain was also large, which makes Tianding Mountain's power even bigger.

"That's really strong, but I heard that Qinglong City has twelve sects and twelve palaces. If one palace doesn't accept you, you can't call Qinglong City the strongest one." Han Sanqian said with a calm smile.

When Han Sanqian talked about this, Fu Ye and his group of people suddenly looked embarrassed, but soon, the dog legs said coldly: "There is only one Biyao Palace left, and tomorrow will be their death."

Han Sanqian shook his head and said: "I don't think so."

When he heard this, Dog Leather was furious and knocked over the teacup in Han Sanqian's hand with one hand: "Boy, what the hell are you talking about?"

Seeing this, Fumang, Qin Shuang and others immediately stood up and wanted to draw their swords.

But Han Sanqian smiled, shook his head at the few people, picked up the teapot on the table and poured water into his cup again.

Master Fu suddenly smiled coldly, and Han Sanqian did not dare to resist. This was as expected by him. After all, there were 70,000 troops stationed in Tianding Mountain outside the city.

Not to mention these people, even if there are thousands of people now, the Biyao Palace, the largest of the twelve sects and twelve palaces, is surrounded by them and in danger.

At this time, Mr. Fu also waved his hand and signaled that he should not be so excited: "What are you yelling? Damn, get off, don't scare the three beauties in front of me."

Dog Leg nodded and quickly stepped back half of his body.
Chapter completed!