Lu Donghuang, who had been ignored by others for more than ten years, suddenly came to life.
With an extremely powerful attitude, he expelled all the warriors of the Holy King realm within the entire territory of Qingtian City. Facing the warriors from the three sects and six mansions coming from all directions, he even threw the word "Go".
All the warriors in Qingtian City have never seen such a domineering Lu Donghuang.
On the tower of Baizhan City, Pei Xiufu looked at the middle-aged man in blue shirt in the sky and was suddenly stunned.
Lu Donghuang's character has been relatively reticent since he was a child.
And the one who was so fierce, domineering and arrogant... was Lin Taiqing back then!
On the covered bridge, Lin Huang sighed sadly, wondering when he would be able to return to the Martial Saint realm and enter the realm of the Saint King with such an invincible posture?
Afterwards, Lin Huang shook his head and headed towards the Chunfeng Tower in the north of the city.
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North of Baizhan City.
Relatively speaking, it is the most remote and desolate place in the city. When they helped Tang Xiaoqi take revenge, the two of them had been there before, but they did not delve too deeply into it.
Most of the warriors in the city live in the west and south of the city, where the spiritual energy is relatively abundant. The east of the city is an area rich in commerce, and there are many warriors coming and going.
Only in the north of the city.
Most of the residents are ordinary people.
Lin Huang walked through the somewhat dirty streets and alleys, scanning the houses on both sides of the streets, but he never found a place called Chunfeng Tower.
After asking around, no one had heard of the existence of Chunfeng Tower.
Lin Huang wandered around the north of the city for most of the night without finding the Chunfeng Tower. In desperation, he could only return to the Wutong Courtyard.
Early the next morning, Lin Huang went to the north of the city again.
It was still a dense maze of streets and alleys, and he wandered around for a long time to no avail. Lin Huang felt very helpless. He couldn't even find a place.
It's about midday.
Lin Huang squatted on the street corner, frowning, helpless. This Li Jiangye was really good at hiding.
"What do you want to do? Return the sword to me!"
At this moment, at the other end of the street, the young man's angry voice and mixed noises could be heard, causing Lin Huang to frown slightly.
At the end of the street is a dead end with five or six young men, all no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
At this time, five teenagers formed an arc around a short, dark and thin boy, with smiles on their faces and a somewhat arrogant and fierce expression.
Among the five teenagers, the one standing in the middle is fat and tall, fair and clean, but he is wearing a bright red robe and looks a bit aggressive.
In his hand, he held a long bronze sword, which looked a bit shabby and not a good thing.
"Oh, this time it's not a wooden sword. It's actually a bronze sword. Why...are you rich? It's amazing!"
The tall, fair boy was carrying the bronze sword he had snatched, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "But look at how frustrated you are, no one is as tall as this sword, yet you want to go out and walk in the world with a long sword hanging on your waist."
, act chivalrously and do justice?”
"None of your business!"
The black and thin boy looked particularly weak at the moment, but he gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the enemies around him. His thin body kept pounced on the leading boy, trying to take back the bronze sword.
However, due to his small stature, he was blocked every time, and twice he was pushed hard and fell to the ground due to his strong strength.
However, the dark and skinny boy was also stubborn and stood up again and again, trying to take back his beloved sword.
"Tsk tsk... You're like this, you can't even beat us! You still want to travel around the world and become a legendary swordsman? You're not afraid of laughing your ass off. Little wild dog, where is this sword... just think of it as your gift to me.
It’s a gift from the hero. Next time you see me, please go around the corner or I’ll beat you every time I see you. Really, he’s obviously just a little wild dog, but he’s so stubborn that he can’t get along with this hero.
Okay, you have to let me cut you!"
The fat and white boy took off his shoes, stepped on the soles of the skinny black boy, slapped the latter on the head one shoe at a time, and cursed: "Little wild dog... little wild dog... disobedient little wild dog..."
Several other teenagers around him put their hands on their hips and burst out laughing.
"I'm not a little wild dog!"
The thin black boy who was trampled on the ground suddenly became angry, struggled to get up from the ground, clenched his fists, and stared fiercely at the people in front of him.
The fat and white boy's face was mocking for a while, and finally he suddenly laughed, "Your mother has run away with someone else, and your father can't even walk. He is just a living waste. There are guys who were born and raised by their mothers and taught by their mothers.
What is it if it's not a little wild dog? What do you think you are?"
The thin black boy suddenly turned red when he heard the extremely harsh voice, stared at the people in front of him fiercely, and hit them with his fists.
Unexpectedly, the boy was already thin, and faced with the siege of many people, he was knocked down hard to the ground within two blows, his body was restrained, and his head was stepped on the soles of his feet.
The black and thin boy struggled continuously, his eyes were glaring, and the sound coming from his throat was like a caged tiger, hissing with anger.
Lin Huang knelt down, looked at those eyes, and was suddenly stunned.
Those eyes were like a vicious wolf.
And that black-handed boy, just like himself back then, was severely stepped on by Liu Cangsheng...
Lin Huang looked at the thin, dark boy with a distorted and angry face, showed a gentle smile, and then waved his sleeves.
As their long sleeves were waving, the people who stepped on the thin black boy suddenly flew up and fell heavily to the ground.
The black-handed boy immediately got up, grabbed the bronze sword, and shouted with red eyes: "I'm not a little wild dog! I'm not!!!"
The teenagers got up from the ground, turned to look at the forest at the intersection of the street, and then looked at the thin black boy who seemed to be on the verge of going crazy, dancing wildly with a bronze sword. They seemed a little scared and left here immediately.
The long sword in the black-handed boy's hand was still waving. He didn't calm down until everyone was gone. He carefully took off his coat and wrapped his beloved bronze sword.
Then, the black-handed boy slowly walked out of the street. When he passed by Lin Huang, his dark and thin face couldn't help but turn around and look at Lin Huang.
He was like a frightened bird, not daring to get close to the forest wasteland, but he wanted to ask in his heart, "Are you a hero, the kind who is very powerful in mystical arts? What is the name of the move you just waved your sleeves? Look,
What about me? Can I learn a few moves from you?"
Lin Huang looked at the black and thin boy with a gentle smile on his face, but he was so frightened that the boy shrank back like a frightened bird. He hugged his precious bronze sword and quickly left the place.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, looked at the young man's dark and thin figure, sighed slightly, and then followed him with interest...