Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　For example, such restaurants and inns are the places where the news of all parties circulates the most.

　　"Master, you came to Luocheng to find a sect? Then I can tell you a place."

　　"However, that place only accepts powerful warriors."

　　The shop assistant scratched his head and said.

　　When Duanlang heard the words, he sat up straight and said solemnly, "Where?"

　　"It's the City Lord's Mansion in Luocheng!"

　　"Over the years, since Luocheng's city lord Luo Xian came, he has accepted many martial arts masters."

　　"It's just that it's a little strange that after those people in the martial arts entered the City Lord's Mansion, they never came out again."

　　"A lot of people think they're dead!"

　　The shop assistant said two-one-fifty-one.

　　When Duanlang heard the words, a ray of light lit up in his eyes.

　　"This City Lord's Mansion, could it be the Tianmen forces that the son asked me to find?"

　　Although there are some doubts, Duanlang can be sure that the City Lord's Mansion in Luocheng must not be simple!

　　Even if it is not Tianmen, it is inseparable from Tianmen!

　　"Okay, you go down, I will come back to you if you have any questions."

　　Duanlang waved his hand and let the shop assistant leave.

　　The shop assistant was also sensible and left after bowing.

　　"Whether it's Tianmen or not, I'm going to investigate, maybe I'll find something."

　　Duan Lang made up his mind and started drinking slowly.

　　There is still some time before dark, and he has time to wait.

　　After drinking and eating, Duanlang stayed in the room and waited for the night to fall.

　　A little time passed, and night finally came.

　　As soon as the time passed, Duan Lang left from the restaurant window.

　　The moonlight is like water, falling from the sky.

　　Duanlang, dressed in night clothes, came under the moonlight.

　　With the cold night wind blowing, Duanlang came to a vast and magnificent building.

　　The City Lord's Mansion is here! .

Chapter 3: The Mother of Heaven (4/[-])

　　Duanlang stared at the building, it was quiet inside, the lights had all gone out, and it seemed that the people inside had fallen asleep.

　　This city lord's mansion is divided into three courtyards: front, middle and rear.

　　Inside, there are rockeries and ponds everywhere, and there are many flowerbeds surrounding it. Small pavilions stand among the flowers. The sheep intestines trail stretches out from the pavilions, passes through the flowerbeds, and connects with many houses, making it very quiet and peaceful.

　　In the deepest inner courtyard, Duanlang rolled over from the building and fell.

　　"Huh? There are still lights on, ~ what is that place?"

　　Duanlang saw a corner, and the lights were on, - quietly approached.

　　It was a place similar to a guest room, and there were several men wearing strange masks and black robes standing outside at the door.

　　"With so many masters guarding it, what secrets are hidden inside?"

　　Duan Lang was puzzled, and couldn't help but be more curious.

　　In the entire city lord's mansion, except here, only the outer courtyard is guarded, which seems extremely abnormal.

　　Duanlang went up to the roof softly, approaching the house step by step, his footsteps were very light, without making the slightest sound.

　　Duanlang gently crouched on the roof, his breath was fully restrained, and vaguely, a voice came from the room below.

　　Duanlang is very cautious, he did not rashly lift the tiles, he just listened.

　　In the room, a slender woman in a long white dress sat on a gorgeous chair.

　　The back of the chair is engraved with a black dragon, which rotates and wraps around.

　　The woman's face was surrounded by a mask, and she couldn't see her true face, only a pair of beautiful eyes were revealed, and she gave a cold, high-level feeling between her gazes.

　　In front of her, there are also four men and women who are also wearing masks and wearing strong suits.

　　"Has there been any news about Su Ming recently?"

　　The woman sitting on the gorgeous chair said softly.

　　The sound is as soft as an oriole, crisp and melodious, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

　　"Reporting to the godmother, Su Ming has disappeared for more than a month since the Battle of Peerless City."

　　"Our Tianmen has dispatched a lot of spies, but with little success. It is said that someone saw Su Ming heading north."

　　One of the men in strong suits replied respectfully.

　　"North? Where will he go?"

　　The woman called the Mother of God said softly.

　　Those eyes flashed with the light of wisdom, and they looked so deep that it was impossible to see through.

　　The following people did not speak, and they could not answer this question.

　　"Intensify efforts and let more people track down his whereabouts."

　　"Di Shitian said that he should keep abreast of Su Ming's information at all times. Your lord seems to be very interested in him."

　　The godmother Qianqianyu clapped her hand, and her voice increased a bit.

　　"Yes, Mother of God!"

　　The men and women below all bowed respectfully and responded.

　　The godmother nodded, stood up from her seat, and said coldly, "Apart from Su Ming, there is also the world of the tyrannical society, you should always pay attention."

　　"The movement of the World Association this time is very noisy. Maybe it will lead to more powerhouses."

　　"If there is a chance, recruit these powerhouses into Tianmen!"

　　"Yes, follow the orders of the goddess!"

　　A group of Tianmen disciples below saluted together.

　　The godmother nodded and waved: "Okay, let's go down."

　　The disciples of the Tianmen saluted again, slowly backed away, and turned to go out.

　　At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Duanlang's mouth, who was lying on the roof.

　　"Tianmen, I have finally found it, what the son said was not wrong at all."

　　"It seems that this Tianmen is very complicated. There are emperors and gods, and there are so many masters wearing strange masks."

　　"The world's warriors are being monitored by him. How big is this sect?"

　　Duanlang shook his head slightly, ready to go back and think of a way to join this Heavenly Gate.

　　Click!

　　However, just as he got up and was about to leave, the force under his feet stepped slightly harder.

　　Unexpectedly, the seemingly hard tile cracked directly in the next moment.

　　"who!"

　　In the room, the indifferent voice of the goddess came, and then, a long whip was raised, and the surging energy came from the long whip, instantly breaking the roof and rolling towards the broken waves.

　　"No, it was discovered!"

　　Duanlang saw that something was wrong, and the whole person rose into the air, intending to leave here first.

　　It's just that at the moment he took off, something seemed to be tied under his feet.

　　The object that bound him was the long whip issued by the godmother.

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　　Click!

　　Boom!

　　Duanlang didn't have time to react at all, the other party's means came too fast, and just when he wanted to leave, it appeared.

　　With the strength of the long whip's retreat, Duanlang's body fell directly with the whole piece of tiles and beams.

　　bass!

　　In the void, a red glow flashed, and Duan Lang pulled out the Huo Lin sword in his hand, and slashed the long whip with a sword.

　　puff!

　　The long whip broke, and Duanlang's entire body had already fallen.

　　Bang!

　　Duan Lang held the Huo Lin sword, and the whole person stood firmly in the hall, surrounded by energy in his body, and swept the tiles, sand, and broken pieces of wood that fell from the top of his head.

　　The godmother's eyes were sharp, looking at the handsome, slender figure in front of her, when she saw the sword, she asked coldly.

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　　"Duanshuai, the head of the Nanlin sword, who are you? Isn't his Huo Lin sword supposed to be in Lingyun Grottoes? How could it be in your hands?"

　　The godmother asked three questions in a row, and a terrifying aura emanated from her body, covering the spot, forcing Duanlang to resist with her own power.

　　Squeak!

　　The door opened, and many Tianmen disciples came in, all with masks on their faces and cloaks, and their breath was extremely tyrannical.