On the top floor of Jiugong Pavilion, someone in the room saw a light of fire in the distance. In the middle of the vast and dark land, there suddenly appeared this dense fire, which was very surprising.
It happened that this servant was superstitious. When he was young, he lived in the countryside. He often heard the old people in the village talking about will-o'-wisps. The servant's pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face became tense. He raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the little fire light, "Ghost fire."
, will-o'-the-wisp..."
The companion next to him looked at it with confusion. The flickering light burned in the darkness like a shining eye, staring at Jiugong Pavilion. The companion laughed, "Don't talk nonsense, there is no will-o'-the-wisp."
, What age are we in, and we are still practicing feudal superstition."
The conversation between the two attracted the attention of other people nearby. Chen Wanli and Gao Lang also walked to the window and looked out. Chen Wanli had a gloomy face and ordered the people around him: "Go down and take a look right away. It's...
Who is there?"
His servants took the order and went. At this time, the fire was slowly approaching. Gao Lang squinted his eyes and said: "Master, someone holding a torch came to visit our Jiugong Pavilion in the middle of the night. Most of the time the visitor was evil.
I will arrange for people to be on guard."
Chen Wanli hesitated slightly, "Okay, just in case."
Gao Lang took the order and retreated. Chen Wanli looked at the faint approaching fire. There were already servants passing downstairs. These servants in Jiugong Pavilion all have some skills. Not to mention masters in the world, at least they are better than some people.
Self-proclaimed masters who open martial arts schools outside are much smarter.
This group of servants were carrying swords, guns and clubs in their hands, and each one of them was murderous. There are only two types of people who dare to come to Jiugong Pavilion to cause trouble. One is a lunatic, and the other is seeking death. No matter which kind of person comes to make trouble, they will not be killed.
It will end well.
There were at least a dozen servants in this group, all carrying flashlights in their hands. Where the flashlight light shone, a tall and tall young man could be vaguely seen, but it was too far away to see his appearance.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
The leader of the servants shouted loudly: "You came to our Jiugong Pavilion in the middle of the night to play tricks. Are you tired of living? Hurry up and give me..."
Whoosh!
Before the servant could finish his eloquent words, there was a sudden roar in the dark, and a needle bullet with red tail feathers was pierced into the servant's neck. The servant's whole body suddenly froze, and his lips wriggled.
Next, he mumbled only one word: "This..." and fell to the ground with a thump.
The other servants who were following behind were all shocked. They all looked around with panicked expressions on their faces, "Who, who is hiding there? Come out, I've seen you, come out!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Suddenly there was a roaring sound in the air, and needle bullets with red tail feathers were shot from all directions. This group of Jiugongge servants carrying swords, guns and clubs had nowhere to hide. Some people were shot with one,
Some of them had two or three needles pierced on their bodies. These feather needles were all tempered with strong anesthetics. Let alone a human being, even an elephant would fall to the ground within three seconds after being pierced.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen boys were lying staggering on the ground. The young man holding the torch continued to move forward without stopping at all. When passing by these boys lying on the ground, his eyelids did not even lower...
Upstairs in the Jiugong Pavilion, Chen Wanli vaguely saw this scene. The flashlights in the hands of the servants were thrown to the ground in a mess, and a figure with an expression walked towards him against the firelight.
Chen Wanli frowned, and at this time Gao Lang, who was commanding in Louai, had already started the second wave of people to move towards the torch. He frowned and looked over without blinking.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
As soon as the second wave of people approached, another gust of wind howled in the air. More than a dozen Jiugong Pavilion servants fell to the ground one after another. Some remained silent, while others screamed in pain and let out a whimper.
There were sounds, and some were just screams, but before the scream could be finished, he was stabbed in the neck by a needle bullet and fell to the ground...
Gao Lang was shocked and immediately ordered his subordinates to be on guard and not to let anyone come forward. The remaining dozens of servants guarded the gate of Jiugong Pavilion. They had the most basic swords, guns and sticks, and some of them were holding firearms.
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Jiugong Pavilion has nine floors, and each floor is guarded by its pavilion spirit. This pavilion spirit is not a spirit monster in mythology, but a master in each pavilion.
Chen Wanli has been involved in the world for several years. Over the years, whether using money or interests, he has won over many people in the world. Some of them are highly skilled, but are too lazy to engage in intrigues in the world, so they have come to serve as the spirit of the Jiugong Pavilion.
These pavilion spirits usually don't show their faces at all. Tonight, a first-level alarm sounded in the Jiugong Pavilion, and the nine pavilion spirits came forward one after another to command the servants in each floor of the pavilion to guard.
Among them, the pavilion spirit on the first floor is an old man in his fifties. This old man is short in stature, but very stocky and strong. He has a long beard and speaks in an extremely loud voice.
"Lao Lei."
Gao Lang saw the old man walking out of the pavilion and shouted respectfully.
The old man from Ge Ling, who was called Lei Lao, stared at Gao Lang with his round eyes and asked: "What are you doing at night?"
Lei Lao's voice was like a loud bell, shaking the ears of people around him.
Others didn't know the identity of Mr. Lei, but Gao Lang had heard from his master that Mr. Lei came from a martial arts family, but he never learned his own kung fu because he didn't like him at all. Later, he became a recluse in the martial arts world.
A master learned martial arts, and the martial arts master took a fancy to his loud voice, so he taught him a special skill - the Lion's Roar Kung Fu.
That's right, it's the Lion's Roar Kung Fu. When Gao Lang learned about it from his master, he was stunned. This kind of kung fu existed in martial arts novels, but he didn't expect it to actually exist in reality.
The lion's roar skill in reality is different from that in novels. The lion's roar skill in martial arts novels, with a loud roar, can shock people to death on the spot, but the lion's roar skill practiced by Lei Lao is just a skill.
As the internal energy becomes more and more abundant due to the powerful internal martial arts, the power in his body will become stronger and stronger, and his voice will become extra loud.
Gao Lang's eardrums also felt numb for a while, with a happy expression on his face, "Mr. Lei, have you improved your lion's roar skill again?"
Mr. Lei raised his eyebrows and said somewhat proudly: "I have been in seclusion for almost three years, and my small achievements are nothing. When I get better, I will go from the first level to the top and kill those old guys."
They were all pressed to the floor and rubbed together!”
After saying that, Mr. Lei asked again: "Gao Lang, what's going on? Is our Jiugong Pavilion in danger?"
Gao Lang didn't speak, but looked at a light of fire in the distance. The light of fire was getting closer and closer, and it would soon be close...