alone mountain and river

The entire ship of Xingqing has entered the state of readiness for the first time. The two crossbow carts have been pushed onto the deck, and the arrows are pointing directly at the enemy ship. On the contrary, the enemy ship seems to be much easier. The semaphore was a provocative semaphore, but there was no sign of any tension. Only the old man in green shirt stood on the bow of the boat without any family badge, and bowed to Feng Qinglang from afar.

Feng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, the other party was just chaos, so she could still handle it.

However, after the other party bowed to pay respects, he smiled and said: "Master Qinglang, my master, I would like to invite you to come over for a gathering!"

The voice is not high, just like talking normally, but it can pass through the sea breeze and distance, and it can clearly ring in everyone's ears, just like talking next to you.

Feng Qinglang's smile froze slightly, for a strong man in the chaotic state, his master would not be an ordinary person, let alone the other party is so confident, it is completely suppressed in terms of strength, and it is possible to have such a calm performance .

He looked back, and the most complete part of his own combat power was probably only the duo of Sap. Tang Xuan and Ku Feixi were still in the recovery stage, and Ku Feixi might not be willing to help him.

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said to the other party: "My legs and feet are a bit uncomfortable, how about your master come over and sit down?"

The old man in blue laughed loudly and said, "Master Qinglang is really as interesting as the legend says!"

When he said this, he had already given up his seat, turned slightly sideways, and made a gesture of please.

In the depths of the opponent's ship, a domineering aura surged suddenly, as if a huge volcano in the deepest part of the sea suddenly jumped out of the sea, and spewed lava that covered the sky and covered the earth. The smell of sulfur and gunpowder completely engulfed the whole world...

Everyone's expressions changed, and those with weak consciousness and realm almost prostrated themselves on the ground to avoid the power of the world.

Fortunately, this momentum disappeared in a flash, and the illusion of the huge volcanic eruption also disappeared. The blue ocean was still in front of me, and the old man on the opposite boat was still smiling kindly, as if the terrifying impact of the previous second was just an illusion.

The sap duo took a step forward, standing beside Feng Qinglang, both of them slightly arched their bodies, which was a posture for fighting at any time.

The tall man snorted coldly: "Hey, there is a peerless strong man hiding in the cabin, is he threatening us naked?"

The dwarf also sneered, "He means, if the rebels don't pass, we all have to die, right?"

The tall man said angrily: "That's really looking down on the two of us, and just mixed up the two of us with the rest of A, B, C and D!"

The dwarf hurriedly said: "Partner, what you said made the comrades around you chill. They all looked at us with strange eyes."

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said: "Okay, please stop for a while! People are coming prepared, so why not meet them! Once a conflict occurs, I will restrain them, and you evacuate immediately... This is the final decision, no need to wait too long Word!"

"..."

Seeing Feng Qinglang leaping onto the deck of his side, the old man in green clothes flashed a bit of admiration in his eyes, but he deliberately glanced at Feng Qinglang's legs, Feng Qinglang could only laugh and said, "It's a little uncomfortable at first. , but suddenly recovered, don’t you think it’s strange?”

The old man in Qingshan couldn't help laughing, bowed and said: "Master Qinglang, please follow me, my master, I have long wanted to get together with you."

Feng Qinglang said: "Haven't you asked your adult's name yet?"

"Zhao Qin, the president of the flame mercenaries, the ruler of the mercenary world!"

Feng Qinglang's eyelids couldn't help twitching. If Stigmata wanted to choose the strongest god-level powerhouse, it might be full of controversy, but if only five people were selected, there must be Dongfang Pei, the No. 1 magic pattern, and the servant Soldier No.1 Zhao Tan!

He is a busy person, and he went out to sea to intercept him, so he didn't know why...

The reception hall is surprisingly spacious. From the flame patterns on the carpet to the animal skin weapons on the horizontal wall, the layout is full of iron and blood. The legendary No. 1 mercenary, Zhao Qin, is at the end of the hall. He was quite tall and burly, but he was not as impressive as Mr. Mian. Zhao Qin was not amazing in appearance, with thick eyebrows and small eyes. At first glance, he thought he was just an ordinary weather-beaten mercenary.

But when he turned his head and looked at Feng Qinglang, the light in his brows flashed. The ordinary and ordinary sitting posture became full of awe-inspiring aura, and the ordinary and ordinary appearance also shone. Majestic breath.

He laughed heartily, and his voice was full of hoarse metal, just like the first sentence that a traveler who has been in the desert all year round suddenly said, "Hey, should I call you Qingqing, or Lunar Eclipse?" , or the rebels?"

Thinking of the relationship between myself and the other party, there are several mercenary code names that Feng Qinglang has registered in the Flame Mercenary Association... Feng Qinglang responded with a peaceful smile: "Just call one, Mr. Zhao Qin, please feel free! "

"Haha, come and sit! I have prepared the best volcanic tea leaves. I just changed the water for the first time, and it tastes the best!"

The old man in the green shirt had stopped outside the hall, and had no intention of going in at all. Feng Qinglang took the first step forward with a gloomy heart, and the pressure around her suddenly increased, as if suddenly entering a forbidden field. It was still more than three times the normal amount. If it was purely a physical sensation and could still be accepted, then the impact from the spiritual world would increase by three times, like an invisible mountain falling from the sky, crushing Feng Qinglang's spirit. On the surface of the sea, there is an aura of swearing not to give up until the spiritual sea is filled!

However, this is only the first step. When the second step is taken, the pressure will triple again. Feng Qinglang's smile froze slightly, but Zhao Tan's smile remained the same, like a hospitable host, watching the guests come.

Feng Qinglang suddenly thought, if Zhao Tan dared to make such a move, someone on Xingqing's side might be dealing with Dongditian...

Xingqing, art gallery.

Dong Ditian, who had just finished a day's work, was carefully putting his banjo back into the box, and then closing the box meticulously, like a most competent luthier, checking all six joints of the box. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he lifted the piano case and strode out of the dressing room.

When we came to the side street behind the art gallery, the cicadas suddenly stopped, and Dong Ditian turned his head to look at a small tree by the side of the road. There is a gray area that cannot be seen clearly, but Dong Ditian said: "You have been watching for a long time, what exactly do you want to see?"

A gray-clothed man flashed out from the shadows, without saying anything, he just made a gesture for Dong Ditian to follow, and then the figure flashed, and then he flashed towards the end of the side street, almost fleetingly, Dong Ditian Di Tian frowned slightly, and followed after carrying the piano case.

The man crossed the streets and alleys until he came to the arena in the central area of ​​Xingqing. Dong Ditian followed closely. people pay attention.

The man in gray didn't look back, he seemed to know that Dong Ditian was behind him, he tapped the outer wall of the arena lightly, and like a gecko, he quickly climbed across the arena and entered the venue.

It was a rest day in the arena, and there was no one there.

He casually sat in the middle of the empty auditorium, handed out his right hand to Dong Ditian, with the palm facing up, and swiped his left hand, the scar suddenly appeared, and shocking silver-gray blood gushed out.

Dong Ditian frowned again. This is a way of greeting among high-level undead demons, expressing that he is of the same race, so as to gain the trust of the other party. According to the tradition of the undead, he should also stick out his right hand, cut and add blood, to express I am also of the same race, and I have no second thoughts.The entire ship of Xingqing has entered the state of readiness for the first time. The two crossbow carts have been pushed onto the deck, and the arrows are pointing directly at the enemy ship. On the contrary, the enemy ship seems to be much easier. The semaphore was a provocative semaphore, but there was no sign of any tension. Only the old man in green shirt stood on the bow of the boat without any family badge, and bowed to Feng Qinglang from afar.

Feng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, the other party was just chaos, so she could still handle it.

However, after the other party bowed to pay respects, he smiled and said: "Master Qinglang, my master, I would like to invite you to come over for a gathering!"

The voice is not high, just like talking normally, but it can pass through the sea breeze and distance, and it can clearly ring in everyone's ears, just like talking next to you.

Feng Qinglang's smile froze slightly, for a strong man in the chaotic state, his master would not be an ordinary person, let alone the other party is so confident, it is completely suppressed in terms of strength, and it is possible to have such a calm performance .

He looked back, and the most complete part of his own combat power was probably only the duo of Sap. Tang Xuan and Ku Feixi were still in the recovery stage, and Ku Feixi might not be willing to help him.

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said to the other party: "My legs and feet are a bit uncomfortable, how about your master come over and sit down?"

The old man in blue laughed loudly and said, "Master Qinglang is really as interesting as the legend says!"

When he said this, he had already given up his seat, turned slightly sideways, and made a gesture of please.

In the depths of the opponent's ship, a domineering aura surged suddenly, as if a huge volcano in the deepest part of the sea suddenly jumped out of the sea, and spewed lava that covered the sky and covered the earth. The smell of sulfur and gunpowder completely engulfed the whole world...

Everyone's expressions changed, and those with weak consciousness and realm almost prostrated themselves on the ground to avoid the power of the world.

Fortunately, this momentum disappeared in a flash, and the illusion of the huge volcanic eruption also disappeared. The blue ocean was still in front of me, and the old man on the opposite boat was still smiling kindly, as if the terrifying impact of the previous second was just an illusion.

The sap duo took a step forward, standing beside Feng Qinglang, both of them slightly arched their bodies, which was a posture for fighting at any time.

The tall man snorted coldly: "Hey, there is a peerless strong man hiding in the cabin, is he threatening us naked?"

The dwarf also sneered, "He means, if the rebels don't pass, we all have to die, right?"

The tall man said angrily: "That's really looking down on the two of us, and just mixed up the two of us with the rest of A, B, C and D!"

The dwarf hurriedly said: "Partner, what you said made the comrades around you chill. They all looked at us with strange eyes."

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said: "Okay, please stop for a while! People are coming prepared, so why not meet them! Once a conflict occurs, I will restrain them, and you evacuate immediately... This is the final decision, no need to wait too long Word!"

"..."

Seeing Feng Qinglang leaping onto the deck of his side, the old man in green clothes flashed a bit of admiration in his eyes, but he deliberately glanced at Feng Qinglang's legs, Feng Qinglang could only laugh and said, "It's a little uncomfortable at first. , but suddenly recovered, don’t you think it’s strange?”

The old man in Qingshan couldn't help laughing, bowed and said: "Master Qinglang, please follow me, my master, I have long wanted to get together with you."

Feng Qinglang said: "Haven't you asked your adult's name yet?"

"Zhao Qin, the president of the flame mercenaries, the ruler of the mercenary world!"

Feng Qinglang's eyelids couldn't help twitching. If Stigmata wanted to choose the strongest god-level powerhouse, it might be full of controversy, but if only five people were selected, there must be Dongfang Pei, the No. 1 magic pattern, and the servant Soldier No.1 Zhao Tan!

He is a busy person, and he went out to sea to intercept him, so he didn't know why...

The reception hall is surprisingly spacious. From the flame patterns on the carpet to the animal skin weapons on the horizontal wall, the layout is full of iron and blood. The legendary No. 1 mercenary, Zhao Qin, is at the end of the hall. He was quite tall and burly, but he was not as impressive as Mr. Mian. Zhao Qin was not amazing in appearance, with thick eyebrows and small eyes. At first glance, he thought he was just an ordinary weather-beaten mercenary.

But when he turned his head and looked at Feng Qinglang, the light in his brows flashed. The ordinary and ordinary sitting posture became full of awe-inspiring aura, and the ordinary and ordinary appearance also shone. Majestic breath.

He laughed heartily, and his voice was full of hoarse metal, just like the first sentence that a traveler who has been in the desert all year round suddenly said, "Hey, should I call you Qingqing, or Lunar Eclipse?" , or the rebels?"

Thinking of the relationship between myself and the other party, there are several mercenary code names that Feng Qinglang has registered in the Flame Mercenary Association... Feng Qinglang responded with a peaceful smile: "Just call one, Mr. Zhao Qin, please feel free! "

"Haha, come and sit! I have prepared the best volcanic tea leaves. I just changed the water for the first time, and it tastes the best!"

The old man in the green shirt had stopped outside the hall, and had no intention of going in at all. Feng Qinglang took the first step forward with a gloomy heart, and the pressure around her suddenly increased, as if suddenly entering a forbidden field. It was still more than three times the normal amount. If it was purely a physical sensation and could still be accepted, then the impact from the spiritual world would increase by three times, like an invisible mountain falling from the sky, crushing Feng Qinglang's spirit. On the surface of the sea, there is an aura of swearing not to give up until the spiritual sea is filled!

However, this is only the first step. When the second step is taken, the pressure will triple again. Feng Qinglang's smile froze slightly, but Zhao Tan's smile remained the same, like a hospitable host, watching the guests come.

Feng Qinglang suddenly thought, if Zhao Tan dared to make such a move, someone on Xingqing's side might be dealing with Dongditian...

Xingqing, art gallery.

Dong Ditian, who had just finished a day's work, was carefully putting his banjo back into the box, and then closing the box meticulously, like a most competent luthier, checking all six joints of the box. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he lifted the piano case and strode out of the dressing room.

When we came to the side street behind the art gallery, the cicadas suddenly stopped, and Dong Ditian turned his head to look at a small tree by the side of the road. There is a gray area that cannot be seen clearly, but Dong Ditian said: "You have been watching for a long time, what exactly do you want to see?"

A gray-clothed man flashed out from the shadows, without saying anything, he just made a gesture for Dong Ditian to follow, and then the figure flashed, and then he flashed towards the end of the side street, almost fleetingly, Dong Ditian Di Tian frowned slightly, and followed after carrying the piano case.

The man crossed the streets and alleys until he came to the arena in the central area of ​​Xingqing. Dong Ditian followed closely. people pay attention.

The man in gray didn't look back, he seemed to know that Dong Ditian was behind him, he tapped the outer wall of the arena lightly, and like a gecko, he quickly climbed across the arena and entered the venue.

It was a rest day in the arena, and there was no one there.

He casually sat in the middle of the empty auditorium, handed out his right hand to Dong Ditian, with the palm facing up, and swiped his left hand, the scar suddenly appeared, and shocking silver-gray blood gushed out.

Dong Ditian frowned again. This is a way of greeting among high-level undead demons, expressing that he is of the same race, so as to gain the trust of the other party. According to the tradition of the undead, he should also stick out his right hand, cut and add blood, to express I am also of the same race, and I have no second thoughts.