Lang Zixu and others were slightly shaken, and they all turned to stare at Di Cheng who walked in.
Handsome face, resolute and mature, imposing, confident and calm.
Di Cheng!!
Hulunbuir’s eternal pride and immortal myth!!
It’s him!! It’s really him!!!
It has been seven years, and his appearance is still the same without much change. It's just that back then, Di Cheng gave people the impression of being cold and arrogant, and his eyes could not hide the ferocity. Now there is a slight smile on his face, almost
Very calm and leisurely.
He has restrained his arrogance and ferocity, and downplayed his hostility and coldness. At first glance, he looks like a handsome young man.
Things have changed. Compared with the past, they have changed a lot. But for some reason, when they saw Di Cheng, their hearts couldn't stop beating violently. When their eyes glanced at them, they all felt
When their eyes met, when their eyes and smiles spread in their sight, in a trance, at this moment, they returned to the death arena again, and saw the arrogant God of War in the bloody battle arena. They thought they had disappeared.
The long-standing fear actually... rose uncontrollably!
Before meeting Di Cheng, they mostly thought of provocations and duels. As their strength grew and their glory accumulated, they already had enough confidence. Perhaps one person could not defeat him, but seven people working together would definitely defeat him.
!
However……
Lang Zixu and others involuntarily took a small step back, as if to avoid Di Cheng's aura. On the surface, Di Cheng seemed more approachable, but why... what they felt was a stronger danger!!
More profound fear!!
"Although the environment is good, the people are a little indifferent. It might be better if it could be more generous and magnanimous." Yuwen Huangxue's indifferent expression thawed slightly, and his gentle voice broke the almost solid atmosphere in the room. It was just 'atmosphere'
The use of the words "magnanimous" and "magnanimous" in this situation, in Di Cheng's inquiry, was more or less strange.
Does it mean the base? Or something else?
"The materials are limited, so this is all we can do. Just have a small nest that can be small. The requirements are not high." Di Chengcheng did not notice the two words and raised his hand to signal: "Clan Chief Yuwen, please sit down."
Turning around to look at Di Cheng, when their eyes met, they both smiled slightly: "The view here is wider, which suits me."
Di Cheng didn't care and sat down on the wooden chair by himself: "I just heard that the Emperor Soul Team was coming. I thought the brothers were joking. I didn't expect it was really you. *www.shu8.com*! Book.
*The word "fate" is always so wonderful. Every time the situation changes, you and I can always meet unexpectedly, which gives me confidence...hehe..."
"Confidence?"
"Confidence!"
Yuwen Huangxue smiled slowly: "Dicheng, you are so humble. Tianmen has developed so far, but in just seven years, it has grown to a level that other forces have not been able to achieve in dozens of generations. Looking at the overall situation in the world, the most dynamic new star
It belongs to your Tianmen! One emperor, five quasi-emperors, each one is famous in the world, who dares to bully? Who dares to provoke!"
Di Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly laughed: "It's rare to hear praise from your mouth, Yuwen Huangxue."
"Can't bear it?"
"Flattered."
"No, you can bear it!"
Yuwen Huangxue looked deeply at Di Cheng. His bright eyes were as clear as water, as bright as the sun, and as deep as a lake. Under his elegant and calm demeanor, he seemed to have an invisible pressure, and also seemed to be able to shine through people.
soul.
Facing this kind of gaze and being in this kind of aura, others may feel fear and timidity, but Di Cheng looked at him with a smile and calmly: "Have I changed?"
"really."
"Oh?" Di Cheng spread his hands and felt for himself. "Why don't I feel that?"
"Congratulations, Di Cheng. Every time we meet, there are always differences. This time, it is most obvious."
"Give me an example?"
Yuwen Huangxue did not answer directly, but suddenly changed the topic: "Your Chinese government has closed down something, the Yang family's wedding banquet!"
"Yeah?"
"Isn't it?"
Di Cheng smiled and said: "But there is such a thing."
"It is said that the wedding banquet that night was very exciting, enough to be remembered for a lifetime by many people."
"You seem interested in it?"
"No one knows what happened that night, no one knows what happened, and no one knows what happened inside. Fortunately... I know what happened that night. The King of Ghosts, the Left Hand of Death, the Heaven
The heroes of the Internet and the powerful people in the sky, one after another, are coming to congratulate you on your marriage. It will surely be an unprecedented grand wedding. It is full of surprises and memorable from beginning to end. It's a pity, it's a pity that I missed such a grand ceremony.
"
Di Cheng seemed unintentional and said with a smile: "If you, Yu Wen Huangxue, marry a girl, it will definitely be an unprecedented grand ceremony."
"The grand ceremony is full of surprises. The most unimaginable thing is... you... survived!!" Yuwen Huangxue stared at Di Cheng closely, his eyes flashing like sharp knives. The implication was that Di Cheng should
He had to die, but he survived. The implication is... he must have benefited a lot!
Observing carefully and feeling quietly, he could detect the subtle changes in Di Cheng. It was very subtle and difficult to detect. But at the first sight of Di Cheng, he clearly made a judgment: it was a smile, a confident smile;
Aura, a condensed aura; temperament, a refined temperament!
These are all ethereal things, seemingly clear and unintentional, but they are the most precious thing about an emperor-level figure like Yuwen Huangxue!
‘Qi’ and ‘field’!!
‘Qi’ refers to temperament, and ‘field’ refers to aura!
To a certain extent, they represent the strength of the emperor-level warriors!
"Maybe it's God's favor that disappoints you, but I'm still alive." Di Cheng joked and gently changed the subject of Yuwen Huangxue.
Yuwen Huangxue looked deeply at Di Cheng and stopped asking any more questions. The room became slightly quiet.
Gao Sen stood up at the right time and said, "Are you drinking?"
"For the celebration banquet, let's have two drinks with the brothers."
“Where does the ‘gong’ come from?”
"I captured a member of the Iron Cavalry Alliance. It's a small achievement and not worth mentioning. It's just that we guys were bored and found an excuse to get together and cultivate feelings."
Naturally, Di Cheng would not say it directly. The reason why he arranged for the black military troops to 'force' Jin Xuan and others to drink and perform Qigong at noon was just for this fabricated excuse. He also persuaded Suhebamon in advance to let them pretend to be prisoners and tie them up.
After getting up, 'trap' it in the corner of the base.
Act out a play.
The purpose is to prevent the Imperial Soul Team from noticing anything and causing unnecessary misunderstandings.
As for Yuwen Huangxue... no matter whether he guesses or not, it has no impact on the result.
Gao Sen was surprised in his heart, and smiled on the surface: "It is indeed worth celebrating, why don't you count me as one?"
"Do you really want to?" Di Cheng asked with a smile.
"Of course." Gao Sen smiled back. He is very shrewd and good at observing colors. Since Di Cheng came here alone without Anne and other counselors and generals, he should simply want to meet Yuwen Huangxue. Yuwen Huangxue himself did not
They like to be lively, and it is not polite to gather such a group of people here.
It may be more appropriate to leave space and time to these two giants, the two emperors.
"Xiaotian, Tiger, take them there. Let Shaohua and the others accompany them well. It's not surprising that friends come from far away!"
Chen Hu withdrew his eyes from sizing up Yuwen Huangxue, raised his hand and said: "Everyone, please!"
"Please." Gao Sen coughed a few times to remind Dianyun and the others. After all, they were all smart people. They understood his prompt and stood up one after another.
"Lang Zixu? Du Xing?" The moment they passed each other, Di Cheng suddenly turned to look at them.
The seven people stood at the same time, their bodies tensed up for a moment, and their expressions were full of vigilance. After all, they all came out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They were all gold-level powerful figures, with their own pride and power.
Naturally, they don't want to show too obvious emotions, but for some reason, Di Cheng in front of them always gives them an invisible pressure.
This feeling was clearly a bit excessive, even stronger than Yuwen Huangxue's.
"It's really you."
The seven people did not answer, perhaps out of guilty conscience or forced by power.
"The world is so wonderful, there are strange things everywhere, and I can actually see you in the Imperial Soul Team." Di Cheng smiled, a little weirdly.
Gao Sen turned his eyes, took a few steps forward, and said with a smile: "I forgot to introduce you..."
"No, my relationship with them is... better than yours! Don't be nervous, everyone has the right to choose. I'm just curious. Do you still know Xu Yun and Tu Qingcang?"
"Of course." Lang Zixu and others did not relax their vigilance.
"Familiar?"
"Well enough."
"In Hulunbuir, we are rivals, and we have faced each other in life and death. When we leave Hulunbuir, we are brothers and people from our hometown. Go, they will be very happy to see the people in my hometown again after many years. Tiger, tell me this
Xu Yun and Tu Qingcang, they toasted my glass of wine for me."
"Farewell." Lang Zixu and the others clasped their fists together and walked out of the room quickly, with a somewhat embarrassed look in their steps.
After leaving the room, the seven people quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then... coldness and anger filled the depths of their eyes one after another!
Even resentment!
Because... they are afraid!! Facing Di Cheng, they are afraid!! Actually afraid??!!
How is this possible??!!
The majestic fighting king, the golden strongman, actually...
Motivated by shame and anger, it turns into anger!
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