alone mountain and river

At this moment in the night sky, the dark clouds have all been washed away, and the stars are just appearing, witnessing that the elements of this world are boiling at any time, and a group fight at the level of real martial arts is about to break out.

But Feng Qinglang insisted on withstanding the boundless pressure, watching the head of the poisonous dragon twitching all over his body, the endless pain completely buried him, his breathing changed from rapid to faint, his ears changed from hot to cold, and then The convulsion seeping out from the sea of ​​souls, finally everything stopped, and the god of death came completely...

Luo Minhao couldn't help letting out a cry of anger, as if he felt the anger of this strong man, the whole space also trembled, and the overwhelming darkness accompanied Luo Minhao's rapid movement, sweeping toward Feng Qinglang.

No one expected that Feng Qinglang finally turned her head at this moment, and smiled kindly: "Don't get excited, I'll just let it go."

The head of the poisonous dragon in his hand immediately fell down from midair. Luo Minhao hesitated for a moment, but changed direction and chased after the place where the head of the poisonous dragon fell. These allies were heartbroken, they didn't go to pick up their subordinates because they were just a short distance away.

All the strong men had already moved towards Feng Qinglang, surrounded them in a circle, Feng Qinglang also moved, not how fast, but they had already opened up the distance in an instant.

At this time, Luo Minhao from below uttered a second angry snort, this one was even more indignant than before. He caught up with the "Poisonous Dragon Captain", and found that it was nothingness. played.

Looking up, the poor regiment leader is still being carried by Feng Qinglang's side like a doll.

Luo Minhao rushed towards Feng Qinglang again, this time attacking with anger, both momentum and speed increased by three points.

"Don't get excited, I'll pay you back this time!" Feng Qinglang threw the regiment leader in his hand behind Luo Minhao. Luo Minhao, who was furious, was about to ignore him, but the regiment leader suddenly let out a weak breathing sound. Surprised, the bastard Dulong is not dead?

He turned around and went back to catch His Excellency Dulong. This time, he finally caught him firmly, but the Dulong in his arms was already cold and his blood had turned into acid. How could he still have half a breath of life?

The most hateful thing was that the corpse exploded with a bang as if controlled by some force, not only Luo Minhao was covered in blood and flesh, but even several strong men nearby were also affected.

This thoroughly angered these powerful people, but Feng Qinglang had disappeared without a trace, she just broke through the blockade of multiple laws, and disappeared into the night sky.

Obsidian Principality.

The morning sun was exceptionally bright, but to Feng Qinglang, it was a bit dazzling, because under the leadership of Nan Xinghun, they had to hurry.

Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong looked back from time to time, as if they were worried that a large group of cavalry would rush out from the end of the official road, and the leader was still waving the poisonous dragon's flag.

Feng Qinglang didn't have any worries in this regard, so he followed them closely in a state of dozing.

After the conversation last night, Nan Xinghun felt that he and Feng Qinglang were getting closer. Seeing Feng Qinglang's lack of energy, he asked with concern: "Hey, my dear fellow student, why did you go last night, the god of sleep is tight Are you reluctant to leave after following your horse?"

Feng Qinglang replied casually: "I went to destroy the headquarters of the Poisonous Dragon Army last night."

Nan Xinghun laughed loudly: "It seems that I had a good dream, but the process was so intense that you didn't remember it. Well, you don't have to worry, this is the territory of the Obsidian Principality, unless the Dulong's people lost their minds and went crazy. , otherwise I dare not cross the line easily."

Nan Yong's focus was obviously not here, he stared at the horse under Feng Qinglang's crotch, and finally couldn't help saying: "Mr. Look, you... you didn't do something weird to it, did you?"

Feng Qinglang stared, and didn't bother to pay attention, Nan Xinghun was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and then laughed heartlessly.

At this time, the sound of rumbling horseshoes really came from the official road behind them, and the expressions of Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong suddenly changed.

Fortunately, the flag that appeared was not the poisonous dragon flag they were worried about, but a flag with thorns wrapped around a huge orchid. It seemed that this was a very grand family crest.

"Young master, that's from the Lan family." Nan Yong's tone was full of unjust indignation.

Nan Xinghun nodded, his expression changed from worry to embarrassment, as if he was also very unwilling to face this banner.

He whispered: "Forget it, there just happens to be a small teahouse by the side of the road, let's make way."

Feng Qinglang blinked. Could it be that these two families are feuds? If so, Nan Ling is not kind. The information given does not have the existence of this family.

The three tied their horses to the temporary stable next to the official road, and walked into the small teahouse. Feng Qinglang felt that it was necessary to understand the possible troubles in the future, and asked, "Who are the Lan family?"

Nan Xinghun's expression became even more embarrassing, and Nan Yong answered first: "That's a group of bastards, they can be regarded as the wealthy family of the Obsidian Principality. The master once engaged them to have baby marriages, but they disliked our family's decline, and the young master also... didn't She showed her due talent, so she retired at the beginning of this year..."

Nan Yong almost spoke quickly, and directly said that the young master had no talent, but fortunately he changed his words in time.

Nan Xinghun smiled wryly and said: "Okay, okay, Nan Yong, that's human nature, just let it go."

But Nan Yong couldn't help but add: "Thinking about Lan Dandan, how kind he was to the young master before, and what kind of cold face he was when he divorced, hum!"

Nan Xinghun had no choice but to say: "Oh, that was in the past, okay, at the beginning of every peerless powerhouse's growth, there are these and other unsatisfactory things, such as being divorced or something, this is how they will move forward in the future motivation."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing, and said in a blow: "Then did you get any motivation from it?"

Nan Xinghun's aura was suppressed immediately, he was embarrassed, and changed the subject: "Hey, there is a seat over there, let's sit."

The three of them just sat down when they found that the sound of rumbling horseshoes stopped from outside.

Nan Yong frowned and said, "Damn it, are they going to rest here too?"

If there was only one word to describe this group of people, it would be "style".Three luxurious carriages, more than thirty strong guards, all tall horses, carrying the thorn orchid flag, filled the temporary stables outside the teahouse in one go.

The owner of the teahouse looked at the lineup, then at the banner waving in the bright sun, hurriedly rushed out of it, and greeted them respectfully.

The leader of the strong man said loudly: "Our Lan family has taken it here. We will pay for everyone's bills. If there is any offense, please forgive me!"

Although the words were offensive, the tone was completely condescending and arrogant.

Even if the guests in the teahouse couldn't recognize the flamboyant thorny orchid flag, they could still recognize that the fists of these big men were bigger than ordinary people, and hurriedly withdrew from the small teahouse in twos and threes.

Nan Yong cursed a few words in a low voice, but still expressed his attitude: "Master, we just don't want to meet them anymore, we just withdraw!"

After speaking, he felt that this was a bad thing, and shouted at the buddy: "Hey, here are twenty buns to pack."

Who knew that Nan Xinghun's stubborn temper was offended, he sat still, and still looked like a master, he drank a cup of tea in a leisurely manner.

Feng Qinglang didn't move either, Nan Xinghun's position was his position, and besides, he still carried the hostility from last night that hadn't faded away.

The rest of the guests in the teahouse had quickly left, except for this small corner that was an eyesore. The head of the strong man suddenly groaned, walked up to them, and slightly raised his voice: "Three friends, you didn't hear me clearly. Is it? They are all walking on the road, and poor eyesight is not a good thing."

The threat in the other party's tone made Nan Xinghun frowned, she finally turned around and said with a smile: "Lancheng Nursing Academy, what a majesty!"

The headed strong man named Lan Chengshi was stunned at first, but immediately recognized the eldest young master of the Nan family, and there was no awe on his face, but an inexplicable mockery: "So it's the young master of the Nan family." Ah, hehe, what a fate."

The yin and yang in that tone made Nan Yong couldn't help but said: "Our young master is the same as yours. They both went to the academy to take the entrance exam."

Lan Chengshi nodded and said: "Since that's the case, then we will be in charge of this meal, and you should hurry up and get on your way."

Being so merciless made Nan Yong blush immediately, Nan Xinghun smiled instead, unmoved, and had no intention of standing up at all.

Feng Qinglang was even more so, leaning against the chair, he looked at the big man with interest, and then at the people who were getting ready outside the door, as if such a stalemate could bring him joy.

This angered servant Lan Cheng, I can't cure Nan Xinghun, and I'm afraid that you, a follower, will scold you: "You four-eyed fat man, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Feng Qinglang immediately stared at him, even if he was called a fat man, now adding four eyes, what kind of personal attack is this?

But his indignation was reflected on his current face, which showed more of a funny honesty, as if he was trying very hard to mock the other party.

Waiter Lan Cheng was even angrier, and he wanted to slap Feng Qinglang with a raised hand. He didn't mind if Nan Xinghun had another wounded person on his way to study.