The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

　　 "Is this the fairy's flask?"

　　 "The hip flask is such a big one, and the size of the fairy is afraid that it is as tall as a house?"

　　 "My son, can you drink this wine in the future?"

　　 Whether it is Shuangling or Bailao, he is very curious about the Baishen pot that the son has made a temporary intention and spent thousands of taels of silver.

　　 Seeing Shuang Ling, this girl was very curious, as if she wanted to reach out and touch it.

　　 Zhuang Ming reached out and patted the back of her hand.

　　 "Don't move."

　　 "Okay." Shuangling took it back, touched the back of his slapped hand, and flattened his mouth.

"The so-called Hundred God Pot is actually a poison." Zhuang Ming groaned slightly, but explained: "The images of more than a hundred gods on the above are actually not sculptures of gods, but in the form of poisonous creatures. They are full of poison, and sometimes they will get from the pot. Venom oozes from the gap between the lid and the body of the kettle, not to mention dying by drinking it. Even if you touch the venom, it will be difficult to survive."

After speaking, Zhuang Ming said again: "When I saw the people in Anzhuang carry it, I was very cautious, with fear in my eyes. Obviously, I had suffered a big loss. Remember to order this thing and move it back to Qianlong Villa. No one except Yang Yinming can touch it."

　　 Shuang Ling turned pale when he heard the words, and quickly returned.

　　 Old Bai was surprised: "This is not some fairy liquor?"

　　 Zhuang Ming smiled and said: "It's just a gimmick, if it is really a fairy liquor, the dark village is still willing to release it?"

　　 Shuang Ling seemed to understand, and nodded.

　　 Mr. Bai was pondering, what did the son want this poison for?

　　 But there are some things, but I don't have to ask too much, so I press in my heart.

　　 Since it costs thousands of taels of silver to buy such a poison, the son will naturally be of use to the son.

　　——

　　 travels about three to five miles.

　　 The carriage stopped.

　　 Shuang Ling and Bai Lao, both have doubts.

　　 And Zhuang Ming has already seen the people ahead through Yin Ming, who is driving the chariot.

　　 That's from the Chuang's firm, come here quickly.

　　 "The son." The man approached, rolled over and dismounted, and bowed.

　　 "Come here." Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand to pull the curtain of the car and said, "I remember you, you worked under Lu He, I remember your name is Liu Quan, and the skill is not shallow."

　　 "The villain is Liu Quan." Liu Quan was surprised when he heard the son remember him, and said hurriedly: "The villain was sent by Lord Lu to come to Huaibei to send a letter to the son."

　　 "Send it up."

　　 Zhuang Ming took the letter, glanced at it, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　 This is Lu He's handwriting.

　　 There are not many words in the letter.

　　 has only sixteen characters.

　　 Although there was an accident, it has been settled, and the son's order has been roughly completed.

　　 "Very good." Zhuang Ming put the letter away, looked at Liu Quan, and said, "Can Lu He have other things to tell you?"

　　 "It's just sending the letter, nothing else." Liu Quan responded.

　　 "So, just let us go back together." Zhuang Ming nodded and said.

　　 "Yes, son." Liu Quandao.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Zhuang Ming lowered the curtain, exhaling slowly.

　　 Lu He sent such a letter, it seems that the overall situation has been determined.

　　 However, Song Tianyuan’s plan was not to destroy the Zhuang family firm overnight, so for Zhuang Ming, Song Tianyuan’s arrangement was not cleaned overnight, and it would take a few more days to follow.

　　 But the situation has been fixed by him.

　　 Xuancheng Song family can't turn over.

　　 Even Song Tianyuan could do nothing.

　　 But Zhuang Ming did not intend to end there.

　　 "Drive slowly."

　　 Zhuang Ming said lightly: "Wait a little longer."

　　 Shuangling asked cautiously: "Who is waiting for?"

　　 Zhuang Ming said softly: "Song Tianyuan."

　　——

　　 After a stick of incense.

　　 The carriage stopped again.

　　 "My son, someone is blocking the road ahead." Liu Quan said solemnly.

　　 "As expected." Zhuang Ming responded.

　　 "Are from Song Tianyuan?" Old Bai asked.

　　 "It's him." Zhuang Ming said: "Since his people are here to block the way, Song Tianyuan must have caught up."

　　 "Why would the people in the dark village let him out?" Shuang Ling couldn't help asking.

　　 "Naturally there is his way." Zhuang Ming smiled.

　　 "My son, what do you do now?" Liu Quan hesitated, and said, "As a robber blocking the way, kill them?"

"Not urgent."

　　 Zhuang Ming smiled slightly.

　　In this trip, including Yin Ming, there were seven guards, and later Liu Quan, there were already eight.

　　 But the number of opponents is as many as eighteen.

　　 The reason why Liu Quan is confident that he can kill them is because Yin Ming is here.

　　 Qianyang and Yin Ming are now recognized masters in the martial arts.

　　The master of martial arts, with one enemy one hundred.

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　　 Outside the dark village.

　　 Song Tianyuan looked gloomy and walked out slowly with a guard.

　　 There are his people outside, waiting here to prepare the horse.

　　 "Young Master."

　　 "Has anyone stopped?"

　　 "Song Liang has been intercepted. The other party just walked not far, and he was in a carriage. He must be able to intercept it."

　　 "Get on the horse."

　　 Song Tianyuan turned on his horse, simply neat.

　　 He has murderous eyes and is really angry.

　　 Anzhuangnai suffered a loss, and it was still small.

　　 But every outside plan failed and fell into Zhuang Ming's hands.

　　 This is the biggest loss in his life!

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　　 on the official road.

　　 Two groups of men and horses faced each other for a long time.

　　 There are eighteen men in blue shirts holding weapons in front of them, all masked and blocked on the road, but they are extremely jealous.

　　 Here, the two carriages have all stopped.

　　 Liu Quan, led by six guards, stopped at the front end, murderous, but eager to move.

　　 The eighteen people who blocked the way were a little afraid. UU reading www.uukānshu. cm

　　 There are fewer people here, full of killing intent.

　　 The mentality of the people on both sides seems to have been reversed.

　　 From time to time, his eyes fell on the man driving the carriage.

　　 Yin Ming is of medium build, dressed in a white-lined blue shirt, with a cold expression and not a word.

　　 This is the confidence of Liu Quan and others, and it is also the root of their fear.

　　 At this moment, Yin Ming suddenly got out of the carriage.

　　 The atmosphere in the field suddenly changed.

　　Eighteen people from the other side drew out their swords and their scabbards, a little more frightened in their eyes.

　　 Liu Quan and others thought that Yin Ming was ready to make a move, and immediately showed joy, ready to go.

　　 Yin Ming just glanced, and ignored it. Instead, he walked over to the carriage behind and took out a wooden chair from the carriage with wheels.

　　 "It's almost there, let's go down first."

　　 Zhuang Ming sat in the car, slightly closed his eyes, as if waiting for something. After a while, he heard him say this aloud.

　　 Shuangling held him back, avoiding the Hundred God pot, and got out of the carriage.

　　 As for Yin Ming, he has put his wheelchair beside the carriage.

　　 When Zhuang Ming sat down in a wheelchair.

　　 There was the sound of horseshoes behind him.

　　 There are more than twenty rides, and the momentum is extremely fast.

　　 The horseshoe crossed, and dust was thrown up.

　　 "The son, it is Song Tianyuan." Shuang Ling said softly.

　　 "It's not too slow." Zhuang Ming said with a light smile.

　　 "First, someone was sent to block the way, but now they are chasing from the rear, encircling the front and back, fearing that the person who came is not good." Old Bai said with a little worry.

　　 "If he doesn't come, he stays in hiding, he will surely come back and become my confidant. But since he is here..." Zhuang Ming said calmly, "It's because he is dead."