The person who wrote the letter wanted to make an appointment with him, and the person who signed the letter was surprisingly Tang Chou!
Tang Chou, once the most outstanding disciple of Sichuan Tangmen, one of the most terrifying poisons in the world and said to be incurable, is in his hands
"That day in the battle at Taihu Lake, Tang Chou was seriously injured and ran away. He didn't hide his name and even asked me to meet him. Did he really think that I wouldn't dare to touch him because the Tang Sect was behind him?" Nangong Chu shook his hand and saw the letter in his hand.
Suddenly it turned into powder and floated down
Qu Ling sneered and said: "Tangmen will never offend us for a disabled Tang Chou. What is his purpose? Do we want to see him?"
"Meet, of course I want to meet, I also want to know what his plan is." Nangong Chu's eyes narrowed, and streaks of light shot out from under his eyes, and his words were so cold that it was suffocating.
Tang Chou, a man with a broken arm, was not even as good as Ye Feng and other disciples. With Nangong Chu's current invincible strength, he was not afraid of any tricks he could play.
"But...he has a colorful mist in his hand, which is extremely poisonous. We still have to be careful!" Qu Ling's face suddenly became solemn.
She is an expert in using poison, and her master is the Poison King of the South, Miaojiang Spear Dragon Spear Dragon, known as the Poison Master. He is one of the two masters of poison use today. He is a master of poison and is on par with the Tang Sect Master.
As a disciple of Spear Dragon, Qu Ling certainly knows that there is no cure for that kind of poison, and the Tang Sect's colorful smoke miasma is one of them.
"Colorful smoke and clouds?" Nangong Chu smiled, stretched out his hand, pulled Qu Ling into his arms, and said: "You probably don't know how terrifying the warriors in the realm of true martial arts are. As long as they are willing, even the air can be destroyed."
You can’t get close to them!”
"Really?" Two blushes appeared on Qu Ling's pretty face, and Qian Qianyu's fingers drew circles on Nangong Chu's solid chest. Qu Ling, who was usually as cold as a thousand years of ice, now looked like a daughter.
state of mind
There were only two people in the room, and an ambiguous atmosphere suddenly filled the air.
Nangong Chu looked down at the beauty in his arms, and saw red lips dripping, her lips slightly open, and her sharp and sexy lips, which seemed to be full of endless temptation.
Even if Liu Xiahui is reborn, it will definitely be difficult for her to remain pregnant. What's more, Liu Xiahui may be an incompetent person at all. Although he is itching to have a beautiful woman in his arms, there is nothing he can do!
Nangong Chu, not Liu Xiahui, his body is countless times more normal than the average person. He couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse, so he lowered his head and kissed that little cherry mouth.
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In the heart of Mount Fuji, there is a dark hall. There are no lights here. There are only a few torches stuck on the walls. The flickering light makes the visibility in the hall not that high.
Such a scene seems to have returned to the era of slash-and-burn farming in ancient times. An evil aura surged in the spacious hall. On a high chair in the middle of the hall, there was a person sitting.
The evil aura emanates from this person. He is a devil-like person with a pair of strange eyes and a pale face, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
His black hair is like a waterfall, hanging down neatly from the back of his head. He seems to be around thirty or forty years old, but it gives people a strange feeling of having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Like a middle-aged monster who has lived for endless years
Suddenly, a strange dark red blood burst out from the eyes of this aloof middle-aged man, and then, a cold and cruel smile appeared on his face.
At this time, extremely light footsteps were heard outside the hall. It was so light that it was almost inaudible. If it were an ordinary person, it would certainly not be heard. But this guy sitting high up in the hall, looking at it from side to side, would definitely not be an ordinary person.
people
The heavy stone door slowly moved to both sides, and a group of people walked into this gloomy hall. The leader was Adrian.
A few hours later, a large number of Iga ninjas secretly walked out of the hidden base camp and secretly descended to Mount Fuji.
At almost the same time, major organizations in the Western cultivation world received signs of abnormal behavior by vampires and werewolves. Many vampires and werewolves boarded passenger planes directly to Asia.
In the evening, in the capital of Huaxia, in the Tenglong Pavilion of the Dragon Group, a piece of information was handed to the desktop of Tian Dao Ling Juechen, the top leader of the Dragon Group.
Soon, the various agencies under the Dragon Group took action, and orders were sent out like snowflakes. After that, the entire ancient martial arts world became unusual.
Suppressed, devastated, and a storm is coming, the spirits of all Chinese warriors are tense. A super storm that may sweep across the Eastern and Western cultivation worlds is gradually taking shape.
After having an emergency meeting with the top management of the Dragon Group, Ling Juechen looked out the window at the Tenglong Pavilion. In the courtyard outside, a rockery stood in a pond. In the clear water, koi carps could be seen.
swimming back and forth
"The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap! It's time for the younger generation to experience the various risks in the world of cultivation. Under the protection of wings, it is difficult for them to truly grow up!" Ling Juechen stared at the pond outside the courtyard.
Swimming fish, after a long time, seems to feel something
Therefore, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei and other sects that have had no disciples walking around in the world for a long time are also preparing to send their elite disciples down the mountain to participate in this unprecedented storm.
Dongfang, Murong, the Lingnan Deng family, and the Nangong family, which is the strongest among the major ancient martial arts families, also took action.
The Nangong family has the support of Wuyinlou's huge intelligence network, but it is already at the forefront of the major families. The assets under its name have already been sent out by the twenty-five "Dark Dragon Guards" to guard them.
Except for Ye Feng, the Shan brothers, and Na Long Shishi, whose cultivation levels have successfully broken into the sixth level of ancient martial arts, the cultivation levels of other members of the "Dark Dragon Guard" have all reached the fifth level of ancient martial arts.
The fifth level of ancient martial arts is considered a rare master in the Chinese ancient martial arts world.
Zhao Xueqi, the boss of Haotian Real Estate, also has two iron tower-like bodyguards beside her to protect her safety. The appearance of these two bodyguards often steals Zhao Xueqi's limelight.
Because these two bodyguards are so eye-catching. They have short silver hair and even their eyebrows are silver. In addition, they are tall and strong like a bodybuilder. It is impossible not to attract people's attention.
These two big bodyguards who stole the spotlight from the great beauty Zhao Xueqi are, of course, Shan Xiong, Shan Xin, and the two Shan brothers.
Two sixth-level ancient martial arts masters are accompanying them for protection. Even world-class rich people do not have such treatment. Sixth-level ancient martial arts masters cannot be hired just by being rich.
The Vatican Saint Alyssa and the young princess Anna of the Field family, who fled to China and took refuge in Nangong Chu, did not dare to go there during this extraordinary period.
When they go outside, if they accidentally get lucky and meet a master from the ancient martial arts world, their lives will be in danger. After all, it is very dangerous for people from the Western cultivation world to appear in China.
They can only hide obediently in Qinglong Building, the temporary base camp of the Nangong family.
On a small island in Taihu Lake, a silver-haired guy was lying on the grass with a piece of dogtail in his mouth, with his legs crossed. Behind him, far behind him, was a construction site in full swing, a magnificent building.
The main body of the building has been exposed
"Boring, boring!" Ye Feng jumped up from the grass like a carp, spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth, and turned to look at the construction site.
There, hundreds of busy construction workers are sweating, and the garden-like layout can already be seen.
"Master is so generous. He actually turned the entire island into a super garden. It's really amazing what it will look like after it's completed." Ye Feng murmured to himself
Nangong family, from now on I will be the eldest disciple of the Nangong family. Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and a look of firmness and admiration burst out in his eyes.
Looking back on the past, he, Ye Feng, was just a gangster on the street, living a life without a meal. Ever since he met Nangong Chu, his life had completely changed. His master, Nangong Chu, led him into a passionate world.
, a world of warriors
Thinking of the past, Ye Feng couldn't help but become obsessed with it.
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One night two days later, a car drove up from a distance on a low hillock on the outskirts of Shanghai along a rugged path.
When we arrived at the foot of the hillock, the car stopped, the door opened, and out of the car stepped a middle-aged man who was not tall and average-looking, and who would go unnoticed when walking on the street.
There was another person in the car, probably the driver. The driver did not get out of the car. The ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked up to the hillock alone.
A cool breeze blew, and one of the middle-aged man's sleeves fluttered in the wind. The right sleeve was actually empty, and there was no trace of his arm inside.
This middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance is actually a one-armed man. One of his right arms is missing, and an empty sleeve is fluttering on his arm.
"It is indeed Tang Chou!" The cold wind howled, and two figures were suspended high in the sky. They were a man and a woman. Although the night wind was biting, it could not reach them.
The clothes and even the hair of the two young men and women did not flutter with the cold wind above the sky. An unpredictable force kept the wind out.
These two people are none other than Nangong Chu and Qu Ling
Nangong Chu held Qu Ling with one arm, but his eyes were staring at the one-armed middle-aged man on the hill below. His face was cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Let's go down!" Qu Ling said
"Yes!" Nangong Chu nodded, and then headed towards the hillock below to fly into the sky for twenty miles, all within the scope of his spiritual consciousness.
Nangong Chu noticed that the driver in the car did not have any energy fluctuations and seemed to be an ordinary person.
"Tang Chou, I never thought you would dare to come to me!" A cold voice came from the air, and then a purple light flashed above the mound, and two figures appeared in front of the one-armed middle-aged man.