Nightwatcher

"Sister Yuanshuang, do you know what luck is?"

Thousands of feet high in the sky, Ji Xuan proudly stood on the bow of the boat, overlooking the vast land.

The gust of wind howled, but was blocked by the air barrier he propped up three feet away.

Xu Yuanshuang was also within the range of the air mechanism barrier. The beautiful girl withdrew her gaze from overlooking, glanced sideways at her cousin, and frowned slightly:

"You asked me out just to ask this?"

The air barrier restricted the conversation between the two to a radius of three feet. .

Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes, with a gentle smile on his face as always, and said:

"I'm not sure, so I want to confirm it again."

Xu Yuanshuang frowned slightly, unable to understand what he said, thought it over, and said:

"Everything in the world has an aura, and the aura is different. Humans, animals, vegetation, high and low, these factors determine the number of auras.

"The dynasties also have luck, but in the saying of warlocks, this is called luck."

Ji Xuan restrained his smile, looked into the distance, and after a long while, suddenly asked:

"What Seventh Brother wants to ask is whether luck and luck are the same?"

Xu Yuanshuang nodded: "The essence is the same, but compared with the fate of the country, personal aura is like a drop in the ocean."

Ji Xuan stopped talking, looked into the distance, and said with a smile:

"Inurong Mountain is here!"

Xiao Yuenu glanced over and saw the Shenquan Gang, Moge and other gangs that were at their peak in spring and autumn, as well as some gangs with lower power.

There are dozens of them in number, and less than ten in number, and they all follow their prestige at this time.

The heroes of the rivers and lakes who gathered in the square had their eyes shining, and their eyes were glued to the woman in Wanhualou and refused to move away.

Among them, Xiao Yuenu's gaze was the most.

As the number one beauty in Jianzhou, Xiao Yuenu is a well-deserved focus no matter where she goes.

If it is purely beautiful, it will only attract men's covetousness and blasphemy, but Xiao Yuenu is also a fourth-rank warrior at the same time.

In terms of personal combat power, none of the sect masters present here dare to say that they can surely defeat her.

With strong cultivation as the foundation and beautiful appearance as the embellishment, she became the dreamed woman of Jianzhou heroes.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Xiao Yuenu's eyes flickered, and a soft and magnetic voice came out from under the veil.

"Leader Cao has gone to the back mountain."

"The lord is not at the mansion, it has been more than half an hour."

"Lord Xiao came all the way, did you encounter any abnormalities on the way?"

The heroes of the Wulin League opened up their chatterboxes, talking in a hurry.

On the other side, in the Moge camp, Mr. Liu's master glanced at his apprentice, followed his gaze, and found that this unscrupulous disciple was staring at the magnificent Xiao Yuenu obsessively.

Immediately, he became angry and said angrily:

"You should pay more attention to Miss Rongrong, so I can find a reason to go to Wanhualou to propose marriage and marry you a daughter-in-law."

A teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life. As a father, of course he has to worry about his disciples' marriage.

As a result, this unworthy disciple was so obsessed with Xiao Yuenu, he didn't even think about it, could he, a toad, eat it in his mouth?

Mr. Liu whispered:

"Master, you don't have a wife yourself, you should find me a teacher's wife sooner."

Master Liu Gongzi said:

"A teacher is a swordsman, a sword is enough, only if you treat it wholeheartedly, can it treat you sincerely.

"The long road is long and the only companion is the sword, understand."

While speaking, he touched the saber hanging around his waist pitifully.

This saber was compensated to them by Si Tianjian on Xu Yinluo's behalf.

Mr. Liu protested softly:

"Master, this sword is mine."

"Didn't Wei Shi say that when Wei Shi dies, I will pass this sword to you."

The middle-aged swordsman stared, and said earnestly: "You have to treat it with sincerity."

"I will treat it like a wife like my master." Mr. Liu licked his lips.

After finishing speaking, the master and apprentice felt that something was wrong with what they said, so they looked at each other and fell silent.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the lord's mansion. He was refined and easy-going, with the temperament of a scholar.

Wearing a black robe embroidered with gold and silver threads and a golden crown, she is very exquisitely dressed.

Vice leader of the Wulin League, Wen Chengbi.

The internal system of the Wulin League completely follows the military system of the old leader, but the title of the position has been adjusted.

The general was changed to "leader".

The deputy general and military division were changed to "deputy leader".

The deputy leaders of the Wulin League in the past dynasties are mainly scholars, focusing on resourcefulness rather than force.

"Leader Cao has returned, everyone, please follow me in."

Wen Chengbi stood at the gate of the mansion and bowed.

With a tacit understanding, the sect masters and sect masters present came out and walked into the mansion side by side.

The disciples stayed outside.

Xiao Yuenu and a group of gang leaders entered the lord's mansion and came to the parliament hall.

Cao Qingyang, with a square face and serious demeanor, was sitting on a big chair in a light blue robe, looking at the crowd who came hand in hand.

After everyone was seated, he said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, the Wulin League is about to face a crisis."

Hearing the words, all the gang leaders in the hall exchanged glances silently, as if they had expected it, and were not too surprised.

The leader of the small and medium-sized gang did not dare to speak and remained silent.

On this occasion, everyone just needs to keep silent and wait for Fu Jingmen to open his mouth.

Among the leaders of the nine affiliated gangs, Fu Jingmen, who was wearing dark blue shorts, said loudly:

"Who is not open-eyed and wants to provoke our Wulin League? Just fight, even if it is the imperial army, we are not afraid."

Seeing that the topic has been opened, Xiao Yuenu said softly:

"I'm afraid it's not the imperial court."

Fu Jingmen frowned: "How can I see that?"

A fat middle-aged man diagonally across from him sneered, pointed to his own brain, and said:

"Think about it with your mind that only knows how to punch. The cold disaster is raging. The court is busy stabilizing the situation of all parties and appeasing the people. How could it be difficult for us at this juncture."

Fatty is the president of Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce, named Qiao Weng.

Most of the expenses for the military town at the foot of Mount Quanrong were provided by the Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce.

The Leizhou Chamber of Commerce is the pocketbook of Mount Quanrong.

Fu Jingmen immediately looked at Cao Qingyang, who nodded, looked around the crowd again, and said:

"It's a long story."

Immediately, he told everyone present about Longqi in detail.

The spirit of the dragon veins collapsed and turned into dragon energy and scattered across the Central Plains.

Dragon Qi is related to national destiny and the safety of the Central Plains.

The Buddhist King Kong, the masters of the Witch God Sect, and an unheard of Heavenly Mystery Palace are all coveting the Dragon Qi

There was a moment of silence in the hall. After listening to Cao Qingyang's words, the gang leaders tried their best to digest the concept of dragon energy and digest this jaw-dropping news.

Especially for the enemy who is about to face, the word "King Kong" made the martial arts present without any arrogance.

Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion, sighed:

"Dragon Qi collapsed, resulting in continuous natural and man-made disasters, and countless people froze to death.

"Foreign races are eyeing up, intending to meddle in the Central Plains. Have I reached this point?"

The patriarch of Moge was a scholar who had repeatedly failed in the imperial examinations. In a rage, he abandoned literature and took up martial arts, and founded a sect in Jianzhou.

The disciples of this school retained the habit of reading and practicing calligraphy, and their usual attire was more like that of a scholar, except that they replaced the folding fan that scholars like to hold in their hands with a three-foot green front.

Yang Cuixue is quite cynical and bookish at the moment.

Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be frozen.

Cao Qingyang's voice was calm and powerful, neither hurried nor slow:

"This matter is related to the survival of the imperial court, but if it is carried over, the survival of the Wulin League must be worried first.

"I can't bear to destroy the foundation of my ancestors, but I can't tolerate foreigners getting involved in the Central Plains. I invite you to fight against the enemy together."

"Leader!" Qiao Weng, a businessman, first weighed the pros and cons:

"The subordinates feel that this is not a question of whether we can carry it, but whether we can carry it."

Fu Jingmen was irritable and impulsive, and said angrily:

"There's nothing to bear.

"The incompetence of the imperial court does not mean that we people in the Central Plains are incompetent. The bald donkeys and witch gods in the Western Regions want to snatch the dragon spirit, get their hands on the Central Plains, and bully them to the door.

"Do you really think that there is no one in my Central Plains human race? You shit King Kong, if he comes, I will dare to beat you."

Han Xie, the master of Qianjimen, said in a dark voice:

"Fu Jingmen is still as stupid as ever, but I agree with him. What about the power of Buddhism, King Kong can unscrupulously rob me of my great dragon spirit in the Central Plains?"

Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion, tapped the table a few times and asked:

"What is Si Tianjian's attitude?"

Cao Qingyang said: "Sitian Supervisor will give some help. Sun Xuanji, the second disciple of Supervisor, is now in Jianzhou. He is a third-rank warlock."

During the painful language exchange with Sun Xuanji, he had already become familiar with the other party's background and rank.

"Where's the old ally?"

The person who asked the question was a middle-aged Taoist priest, the master of the White Crane Temple among the nine affiliated forces of the Wulin League.

Cao Qingyang shook his head:

"The ancestor is in retreat. I waited for a long time in the back mountain just now, but I didn't wake up the ancestor."

Everyone in the hall felt their hearts sink.

The old leader is the confidence of the entire martial arts alliance. In the peaceful and prosperous age, he is more of a deterrent.

But at the moment when powerful enemies are on the lookout, the old alliance leader can't go out, and the martial arts alliance is equivalent to losing the biggest hole card.

At this time, Xiao Yuenu who had been silent all this time said softly:

"Where's Xu Yinluo?"

Everyone looked at Cao Qingyang in unison, with hope in their eyes.

Cao Qingyang gave an affirmative answer with a simple nod.

Phew. Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing that Xu Yinluo would come to help out, some of the sect masters and sect masters who were originally worried felt much more at ease.

When the old alliance leader can't retreat, just a third-grade warlock can't make them feel at ease.

Besides, the Warlock in White is a stranger, what is his strength? How is the character? Will it run away after the situation is wrong?

These are all possible problems.

But if it was Xu Yinluo, they had no worries about it at all.

Fu Jingmen laughed heartily and cheered up:

"Back then, I joined forces with Xu Yinluo to kill that young man who didn't know the details, and now I have the opportunity to fight against a powerful enemy together. Life is a joy."

Another person who helped Xu Qi'an was Yang Cuixue, and he showed anticipation, saying:

"At that time, Xu Yinluo was not even a fifth grade, and it was Master Cao who helped him comprehend Huajin.

"And when he killed Hunjun, he was already an extraordinary warrior. I don't know if his cultivation has improved now. It's exciting."

On the southern peak of Quanrong Mountain, Li Lingsu, whose aura was covered by "moving stars and changing buckets", stood on a giant pine tree, overlooking the archway at the foot of the mountain.

"Basically all the affiliated schools of the Wulin League have arrived, and Junzhen is also ready to meet the enemy."

Shengzi pondered and said: "But I feel that these direct troops of the Wulin League are of no use at all."

Miao Youfang stood beside him, looked down together, and asked, "How can you see it?"

Li Lingsu said:

"Sister Rong has a top-grade magic weapon called Yufengzhou.

"If I were that Ji Xuan, I would come here on a wind-powered boat, go straight to the closed-door retreat in the back mountain, and capture the king first before capturing the thief.

"Take care of the old wrestlers of the Wulin League, and they're done. After that, whether it's the army or the Wulin League's warriors, they are all lambs to be slaughtered."

"This is the most favorable tactic. The old man's current situation is obviously very bad."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Qi'an who was not far away, trying to get confirmation from him.

Not long ago, Xu Qi'an suddenly told them about Jianzhou's affairs, and the big battle came as soon as it was said, which caught Li Lingsu and Miao Youfang by surprise.

Although the scene was changing rapidly, it changed too fast.

Especially Miao Youfang, one moment he was still fighting the girls on the bed, but the next moment Li Lingsu broke in, saying that there was no need to fight, the battle was over!

Miao Youfang was dumbfounded at the time.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes, turning a deaf ear to Li Lingsu's temptation.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the distant sky, and said:

"coming!"

In Yufengzhou, the three forces gathered at the bow. Dongfang Wanrong, who is the owner of the magic weapon, stood in the center, the two Buddhist King Kongs were on the left, and Jixuan's team and Canglong Qisu were on the right.

Below is a majestic mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles.

Quanrong Mountain, "Dafeng Geography" records that there is a mountain in Jianzhou with a beast on it, with a human face and a beast body, six tails, and can swallow the moon, so it is called "Qurong".

Ji Xuan swept across the crowd with a smile, and said:

"Xu Qi'an doesn't know if he is already in Quanrong, just to be on the safe side, let's test it out first.

"The alien beast dog Rong is the descendant of the gods and demons. Although the blood is thin, it is still not an ordinary fourth-ranker to deal with. Who will go down and meet it for a while?"

Wu Monk Jingyuan stepped out and said calmly, "I'll come."

He has the invincible magic of King Kong, and his defense power far exceeds that of martial arts of the same level.

Seeing that Master was overcoming difficulties, and Shura Vajra Dufan did not refuse, Jingyuan raised his finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows.

"when!"

In the crisp ringing of a bell, golden lacquer glows from between the eyebrows, covering the whole body like flowing water.

Jing Yuan jumped off the flying boat.

Alliance Lord's Mansion.

Cao Qingyang led a group of sect masters and sect masters, rushed out of the lobby, looked up at the sky, and saw a golden streamer passing by and falling into the back mountain.