Chapter 1482 The Phoenix Clan: The Head of the Thunder King
"Why wait until tomorrow?"
Feng Jiuer's expression was very calm, making it difficult to tell whether she was happy or angry.
"I was just wondering if I should prepare something for you three brothers to show encouragement."
The captain smiled and said, "Qian San, you have to work hard!"
"I can see that you are more likely to be the Thunder King than your two brothers."
At this moment, the captain knew that he couldn't see the opponent's inner strength because he was not strong enough.
"Everyone who comes through the door wants to be the King of Thunder, and so do I."
Feng Jiuer said calmly.
"However, I understand that there are people in heaven and above. I just want to move forward without thinking too much."
"Captain, there is no need to encourage us. We three brothers don't like the excitement. If possible, I hope you will let us in now."
"This..." The captain was a little confused.
Someone beat Yang Daqiang and left, and Yang Daqiang couldn't stay. He hadn't thought about what to do in the fourth level after that.
The captain didn't know whether it would be better to report this matter to the next level before implementing it.
At first, he never thought that Yang Daqiang would lose, so he agreed to the matter easily.
Yang Daqiang lost and everything had to be arranged. He hesitated a little.
"Captain, Yang Daqiang doesn't have to leave."
Feng Jiuer broke the deadlock at the scene.
"If we want to move forward, we don't necessarily have to step on others. If you still need Yang Daqiang, you can let him stay."
"As long as you arrange for us to enter the next area, you have the final say whether Yang Daqiang stays or not."
In the team, Yang Daqiang stopped when he heard Feng Jiuer's words.
"Brother Qian, do these words count?"
The captain was overjoyed.
On the same day, the three Qian brothers all left, and Yang Daqiang also left. He couldn't handle it.
It is inevitable that powerful people move forward, but the captain really doesn't want Yang Daqiang to leave, and he still moves backward.
Based on his understanding of Yang Daqiang, when Yang Daqiang left District 4, he probably left directly and went home.
Even the captain felt it was a pity for such a good talent.
"certainly."
Feng Jiuer nodded, "Then we three brothers will trouble the captain if we enter the third area today."
She bowed her hands to the captain, turned around and walked towards Jian Yi and Qiao Mu.
The three brothers left in front of everyone. Not long after they left, Yang Daqiang chased after them.
He came to the three of them, looked at Feng Jiu'er, and bowed his hands sincerely.
"Qian San, Yang is convinced that he lost today. Since he lost, I have no reason to hold on."
"But, if I leave today, I will still be standing here tomorrow. I hope we still have a chance to be on the same stage!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Daqiang handed over his hand again.
Feng Jiuer looked at him, stretched out her fists and cupped her hands.
"Wait for you!"
She dropped the two words and moved on.
The Qian brothers left and entered the third district. This was the first time they heard of going from the fifth district to the third district in one day.
Yang Daqiang did not break his promise and left the fourth area alone and returned to the back mountain of the fifth area.
Historically, there were only departures and deaths, but no retreat. Yang Daqiang was also an exception.
At night, in the house in the backyard of the inn, Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu sat opposite each other on the desk.
There are also a lot fewer people who can enter the third area.
Behind the inn is a large courtyard, with rows of separate rooms in the rear, left and right.
The decoration of the house is very elegant and the surrounding area is quiet. It is a more suitable place for people to live.
There were many wing rooms, but not many people. The three Qian brothers chose a corner room, but no one lived on either side.
Jian Yi was still worried, so shortly after nightfall, he went to the roof of the building and stayed there late at night.
"Jiu'er, I checked. Counting the three of us, there are less than twenty people in District Three."
Qiao Mu poured a cup of tea and took a sip.
"This place is quite suitable to stay."
"It's not easy to enter the second district. The inn allows everyone to have a month's work and rest time. During this time, food and drink will be delivered to your door."
"Jiu'er."
Qiao Mu put down the tea cup in his hand, "Are you going to move on, or stay for a while."
"Is it difficult to leave from here?"
Feng Jiuer put down the letter and raised her eyes to look at Qiao Mu.
"With your skills, it's not difficult."
Qiao Mu shook his head.
Both Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu knew that they were not only referring to leaving, but also to leaving secretly, safely, and even coming back quietly.
"How many people are in the inn now?"
Feng Jiuer continued to ask.
"Six people on the second floor and ten people on the first floor."
Qiao Mu frowned lightly, "Jianyi said that there is nothing suspicious about the dozen or so people in District 3. Jiu'er, do you want to..." "Yeah."
Feng Jiuer nodded, "Tonight, go in and check out the situation."
Without waiting for Qiao Mu to speak, Feng Jiuer added: "Just as soon as Jian and I go in, you stay."
Qiao Mu knew he couldn't refute, so he had to pour himself another cup of tea.
"I heard that the leader of the Thunder King is back today. You should be careful. I don't think it's easy to become a person above all others."
Qiao Mu picked up the tea cup, blew on the tea foam, and couldn't help but asked: "How about you let Jian Yi stay."
"I'm worried and want to take a look."
"If you can beat Jianyi, I don't care."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows and took out another letter from the bamboo tube.
"Forget it, isn't it delicious and delicious?
Who wants to fight Jianyi to the death?"
Qiao Mu drank the tea from the cup and stood up.
She stretched, turned around, and walked towards the door to the side.
"Have a rest for a while and call me when you leave."
Feng Jiuer waved her hand: "Go."
Since her eyes fell on the scroll, she has not moved away. When Qiao Mu entered, she did not even look up.
There is a line of words written on the upper right side of the portrait: The head of the Thunder King, Bao Lei.
Feng Jiuer didn't know if it was an illusion. Why did this leader of the Thunder King seem kind-hearted?
She couldn't say Shan Shan, but she was sure of this face, she had never seen it before.
Why on earth did she feel familiar with this painting without any color?
Feng Jiuer looked at the painting for a while, stood up, rolled up the scroll and put it into his sleeve.
She came to the window, knocked on the window bars several times rhythmically, and then turned and walked into the room inside.
After a while, the window was blown by the wind, and a tall figure appeared in the side room.
At three o'clock in the morning, the window that had been closed just now was opened again, and there was only one person left in the wing, thinking to himself.
Qiao Mu felt that his life was miserable. For such a long time, his martial arts was still inferior to Jian Yi.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be the one left here tonight.
"well."
She didn't know how many times she sighed and lay down on the table.
I can't follow Jiu'er, and I don't even have anyone to talk to. It must be a difficult night tonight.
All Qiao Mu can think of is to strengthen his practice, hoping that one day he can defeat Jian Yi.
