Lord of the Desert

Chapter 340

Huaiyang Palace, on the top of the watchtower.

Duan Tiannan's question made the other two people's hearts skip a beat.

"Which senior Feng?"

Hong Fan asked in surprise.

"Of course it's Kazama Ke!"

Duan Tiannan chuckled.

"Sounds are carried away by the wind; how difficult is it for a guest in the wind who is at the top of the earth's list and unique among heaven and earth to hear the voices of people miles away?"

"You mean, he knows we are here and can hear us?"

Hong Fan asked calmly, his face turning slightly pale.

The wheal was slightly bright at this time.

It seems like a coincidence, but it also seems like a response.

"Don't worry, Fengjianke won't come down, and he can't take action."

Duan Tiannan patted Hong Fan on the shoulder and stood up with the wine jar.

"The upper limit of the life span of a heavenly being is 180 years, and he is already 180 years old - now Fengjian Ke is not only in retreat, but also relying on meditating on the divine wind of Tiangang to extend his life."

"Once the barrier of death is broken, the five degenerations of heaven and man will probably come immediately!"

"Why would he be willing to trade his life with me?"

Duan Tiannan pointed at the peak with his finger, and his tone of voice was unmistakable.

The number of lifespans of gods and humans, the danger of death, the five declines of gods and humans, the extension of life through enlightenment...

For Hong Fan, there were too many new things in these words.

But he didn't ask any questions, and believed it almost wishfully.

Because Feng Jianke did not go down the mountain.

Because otherwise, I don’t know how to face the reality of Huaiyang Country.

Duan Tiannan stopped talking.

He untied the red silk from his blouse and wrapped it around his palms, then raised the wine jar and drank heavily.

The wind was blowing all the time.

The nine-foot-long red silk was pulled straight up and flew outside the watchtower.

In Hong Fan's eyes, it was as if the invisible storm had been cut with a visible wound.

With just two breaths, several liters of wine fell into his stomach or wet Duan Tiannan's beard and chest.

Drain the wine.

The wine jar was smashed.

Duan Tiannan turned around and looked at the two juniors with a pair of bright eyes.

"Two brothers, so what if you take a thousand miles? So what if you are at the top of the world rankings?"

"Just watch me scold him!"

The strong smell of alcohol came out of this big man's mouth. He put his hands on his hips and shouted angrily at the top of the storm.

"Fengjianke, a certain Duan Tiannan, you son of a bitch, dare to come down and see me?!"

There seemed to be thunder in the strong wind.

The majestic sound surged away in the dark night, resounding throughout the royal city in an instant.

The Huaiyang Palace was soon lit up with lights.

A breath rose in the central palace somewhere, and the pressure was slightly higher than that of Duan Tiannan.

Hong Fan knew that it must be Fengjuan Canyunfeng Mubai, the second master of the Feng family, ranked 93 on the land ranking list.

"Fengjianke, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb and reply?!"

Duan Tiannan let out a second curse.

But Feng Mubai still only guarded in front of the palace and did not come over.

Obviously he didn't understand what Duan Tiannan was up to, and thought this might be a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain - after all, this man had assassinated the King of Huaiyang.

The wind is still spinning.

There was no response from Fengyunding.

That's right.

In the royal court of Huaiyang, under the top of the wind and clouds, he ranked first in the list of places where he was insulted and secluded among the enemies and we were outnumbered.

Hong Fan immediately realized how childish this was.

Not only is it childish, not only is it meaningless, but it is even fatally dangerous - Feng Jianke may die if he breaks the level in anger, but the three of them are determined not to survive.

But at this moment, none of that matters.

Reason is dormant for the time being.

Because the curses in the wind were like flames, igniting Hong Fan and the strong wine he drank.

"Keng Fengjian, I am Chisha Hongfan..."

Holding back his burning eyes, he stood up and smashed the wine jar on the glazed tiles.

"You have traveled a thousand miles, but you have been chained to a corpse like a dog for 20 years. Isn't it aggrieved?!"

The question was raised like a sharp sword, cutting through the storm and night.Less than half of Yunlan City was awakened.

Then, the third wine jar was smashed upstairs.

Hong Fan and Duan Tiannan turned to look.

They saw Gu Yixin raising his head and staring at the wind and cloud, opening and closing his mouth several times, but couldn't curse.

Duan Tiannan put his hands on his hips and laughed.

"Whatever you say, don't be dirty, it's not a competition!"

Gu Yixin nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Senior Feng, if you commit evil karma, you will surely suffer the consequences!"

Not as rude as Duan Tiannan, nor as sharp as Hong Fan.

Fortunately, the voice was really loud, and it completely shocked the whole city.

In Hong Fan's perception, two more auras rose up from the distance like smoke, slowly approaching here.

The first scorching heat must be Gong Zhengping, the top master of the Gong family, the holder of the Earthly Divine Weapon "Mingshen", and the "Prairie Fire".

The second wave of coldness should be Feng Manyun, the second of the two Yuanci of the Feng family, "Desolate Wind".

The atmosphere on the top of the building became tense.

"Okay, I saw the mountains, ate the meat, drank the wine, and the people scolded me."

Duan Tiannan tied the red silk back to his waist and whispered.

"We have to run away quickly before they figure out the situation - one against three and two burdensome people, I'm so stupid!"

As he spoke, he released his true energy from both palms and lifted the two of them into the sky.

A storm of destruction overhead.

Underfoot is the Huaiyang Royal City, which is gradually brightened and chaotic.

The world flew back in Hong Fan's eyes.

Arashiyama fades away.

There was only a loud roar lingering in the wind.

"Come after me if you dare!"

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When Hong Fan returned to Yingshanyuan, Yin Shi had not yet arrived (three o'clock in the morning).

Thousands of clouds filled the sky, so that the sky was completely dark, with no stars or moon visible.

Speaking of which, I didn't do anything tonight except eating, drinking and chatting.

But at this time, he only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and his eyelids seemed to be carrying iron.

Taking off his shoes, Hong Fan lay down in his clothes and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

This sleep was filled with one dream after another.

In the dream, he braved the strong wind and returned to the original dilapidated courtyard in Jinhai City.

On the wooden bed, the corpses of living creatures were covered deeply with quilts, crushed into black and sticky blood.

Under the kitchen, the flames were burning brightly, and what was being roasted was not the iron pan but the metal blades rotating at high speed.

He dreamed of red candles weeping for others.

He dreamed that the walls were covered with moss.

Stepping out of the room, there was still the same locust tree in the yard, its roots deeply pierced into the rock, looking like cast iron against the light.

The wind was still blowing.

Blowing from the roots of the locust tree to its branches and buds.

What is lined up on the bark of the tree is the human race's world that has been overturned for 2000 years and has never changed - horses go to the yellow sand, knives drink blood.

Hong Fan suddenly woke up.

His body was covered in hot sweat, and his heartbeat was beating like a drum in his ears.

Fortunately, the sound of the wind has finally faded away.

Cool, damp air passes through the nose.

Hong Fan stood up and found that it was still dark outside the window.

After leaving the door, the ground in the yard was wet.

There was a basket by the door, with dinner in it that had long since cooled.

Only then did he realize that it was already nightfall the next day and he had slept for nearly ten hours.

After carrying a bucket of well water, Hong Fan washed himself, changed his clothes, and then sat down on a wicker chair in the courtyard.

As usual, there was a pleasant breeze blowing through the courtyard.

Today, it only made him tremble with fear.

Hong Fan couldn't sit still. He stood up and was about to punch a few times. He glanced at the side and stopped again.

Just at this moment, the door of the wing room was opened.

Hong Fan turned around and saw Tang Xingqing wearing a white skirt and cotton jacket, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded.

"You slept long enough this time."

She said, looking over carefully.

(End of this chapter)