The capital Su family, Longfeng Pavilion.

Su Tulong sat on the sofa, listening to the reports and news from his subordinates, his brows were frowning tightly without any trace.

He turned his head and looked at the man wearing a unique black leather jacket, a black wind robe, with long flowing hair, a black eye mask, and a cold voice from his body. "Yeying, did you mean that the blue madman has seen Su San and the prince?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ying nodded softly: "That's right... Although his injuries have not healed, he went to Tongquetai last night, and according to reliable information, he not only injured the prince, but also had a long talk with the third master."

Listening Ye Ying's words, Su Tulong's brow seemed to frown even tighter: "Do you know why he went to find the prince?"

"It seems to be to pursue the whereabouts of the eldest lady."

Ye Ying thought for a while and spoke: "Is it the prince's mysterious disappearance that the prince did?"

Su Tulong did not answer, but raised his head to look at the view outside the window. After a moment, a faint voice came from his mouth: "Inquiry about which hospital the prince is in for healing his wounds, I'm going to see him."

"In addition... I stared that bastard Su San to death."

Su Tulong thought for a while and spoke in a deep voice.

"clear."

Ye Ying nodded gently, hesitated for a moment before continuing to speak: "That young master has one more thing I want to report."

"What's up?"

"Since lately, Young Master Su Wufeng seems to have made some moves."

"Su Wufeng? Let him go."

A trace of wisdom flashed in Su Tulong's eyes and said without raising his head.

In the quaint study room of the Su family's backyard, Su Youmin sat at the desk and looked at the bright scenery outside the window and the blue sky, but his mood seemed extremely bad and heavy. There was no smile on his slightly vicissitudes of face, but instead he felt a sense of solemnity.

He did not expect that the people sent by the Imperial Spurs organization would fail, nor did he expect that the Chief No. 1 would make such a decision to use the dragon's blood into Lan Feng's body. This was definitely not good news for the Su family, which regarded Lan Feng as their mortal enemy.

The No. 1 leader used the dragon's blood on Lan Feng not only to save Lan Feng, but also expressed his attitude and position.

If they really want to attack Lan Feng on the surface, then they have to think carefully now...

"Damn it!"

Su Youmin's face looked extremely ugly. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the desk. Angry voice came from his mouth: "That damn waste of Emperor Thorn."

“Buzz buzz…”

At this moment, the old-fashioned mobile phone that Su Youmin placed on the desk was buzzing and shaking.

Looking at the unique phone number displayed on the mobile phone screen, Su Youmin stretched out his hand and picked up the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello, Mr. Firefox, I am a wolf thorn..."

...

Qin's family, deep in the backyard.

In the quiet and quiet yard, an old man with gray hair was lying leisurely on a chair, holding a newspaper in his left hand wrapped in bandages, reading and watching carefully, while holding a palm-leaf fan in his right hand, gently swaying.

He is the current patriarch of the Qin family, Qin Zhentian.

Next to Qin Zhentian, a straight figure stood with the wind. He had a strong face and sharp eyes. He was wearing a dark green camouflage uniform, like a warrior who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and a powerful aura all over his body.

He is a saber.

Because the sniper in the dark night of the night deliberately kept his hands, neither Qin Zhentian nor Saber died, but Saber was seriously injured in order to protect Qin Zhentian's body.

"Are you still used to it?"

Qin Zhentian put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his head and fell on the sabre beside him, and a caring voice came from his mouth.

"I'm stronger now than before!"

The saber poked his hand out of his sleeve, and an alloy hand made of black gold titanium alloy was exposed to the air, emitting a fierce aura. The saber gently moved the titanium alloy hand, and the cold and vigorous sound came from his mouth.

"Swish..."

As the saber fell, his black gold titanium alloy hand had a strange change in form, and it turned into a sharp black knife blade, exuding an extremely sharp aura.

Although the sniper deliberately kept his hand in the sniper killing in the dark, he still sacked one of the sabers, making him a one-armed man and his combat effectiveness greatly reduced.

But how could Qin Zhentian watch the saber that had followed him for nearly twenty years become like that?

After using a lot of relationships, manpower, material resources and financial resources, Qin Zhentian General's Sword transformed and transplanted the black gold titanium alloy hand with destructive power to him.

"It's good if you get used to it."

Seeing that the saber could control the black gold titanium alloy hand to transform, Qin Zhentian nodded with satisfaction.

After a moment, he seemed to think of something, and a faint voice came from Qin Zhentian's mouth: "Have Qin Yang gone?"

Hearing this, Saber nodded softly: "He was secretly dispatched by the army two days ago."

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Qin Zhentian frowned without any trace.

"This is a military secret, it's very difficult..."

Saber said in a deep voice: "Are you not at ease with him?"

"He came out of the Dragon Thorn Special Forces..."

Qin Zhentian couldn't help but sigh softly: "I think you know better than me about that special forces..."

The Saber was slightly stunned and pondered for a moment before speaking in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, he will change...just like me!"

...

Outside the suburbs of the capital, Lingyunjian.

Here is a foggy and surrounded by mountains, which is the highest mountain within a radius of a hundred miles of the capital.

Between two towering mountains, a mountain stream was like a giant dragon that completely divided them, magnificent and magnificent, just like a mountain originally, but it was severely split into two halves with a giant axe.

In the mountain stream, fog floats, white cranes fly, pines are independent, full of indescribable aura, just like a fairyland on earth. Standing here, people are like coming to another world.

On the edge of the mountain stream, a figure wrapped in a black robe stood in the wind. The breeze blew, and his black robe fluttered in the wind, making him look like a peerless master in martial arts movies.

Although his body was wrapped in a black robe and was hidden in the black robe, and even his face could not be seen, it was not difficult to see his tall and upright figure.

No one knows his name, no one knows why he came here, and no one knows what purpose he has next.

He was like a peerless master standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at all living beings, with a hint of "willing to be on the ridge and looking down at all the mountains".

He stood here quietly, watching the mist floating and the white cranes flying in the mountain stream, and didn't know what he was thinking.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a rustling sound of footsteps behind him. Then an old man wearing a green robe, with long white hair and beard, with a kind face, a colorful gourd hanging around his waist, a whisk in his hand, and a giant blue sword on his back. An old man with a trace of bone-like fairy style walked out of the fog.

Looking at the man in black robe standing on the edge of the mountain stream, a faint smile appeared on the old man's face that had experienced years of vicissitudes. Then he bent down and clasped his fists slightly at the man in black robe. A vicissitude and respectful voice came from his mouth: "Longquan Jian, come and meet!"

If anyone from the Chinese world saw this scene, he would be shocked and shocked by it.

If Lan Feng was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the old man - Biyun Mountain Longquan Sword, Long Feiyang!

Whether it is Biyun Mountain, Longquan Sword, or Long Feiyang, the three words "Biyun Mountain", you may not have heard of Biyun Mountain, or Longquan Sword, but you must have heard of Long Feiyang, because he is one of the most famous martial arts masters in the world in recent years.

But... they would never dream of the unattainable martial arts master Long Feiyang, who was in their hearts, would be so respectful to a mysterious man in black robe.

"Forgive it!"

A hoarse voice came from the black robe.

Then the man in black robe slowly turned around, but what Longquan Sword Dragon Feiyang saw was only a blue eyes surrounded by strangely black mist.

For some reason, when Long Feiyang saw this face wrapped in black fog and his blue eyes, a creepy feeling rose in his heart, which made him unable to help but have a cold war, and an indescribable horror and horror in his calm heart. What kind of power does the eyes contain, which is so terrifying.

He has never felt this feeling in anyone, and has never...

Even... Long Feiyang couldn't help but want to draw the sword. Only with the sword in his hand could he feel a sense of security that was the only remaining.

The man in black robe only looked at Longquan Sword Dragon Feiyang and turned around faintly. A voice with a hint of disdain came from his mouth: "You are not very famous as a martial arts master..."

"Sir, wise."

Hearing the words of the man in black robe, Longquan Sword Dragon Feiyang did not dare to refute at all. He clasped his fists with his hands, and a respectful voice came from his mouth.

"snort!"

The man in the black robe couldn't help but snorted coldly, and his voice still seemed a little hoarse: "I heard that you have a good relationship with the Su family?"

“Yes…yes!”

Long Feiyang nodded.

"Then go..."

A hoarse voice echoed in the quiet mountain stream.

"Go and tell them that guy is going to attack them."

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Chapter completed!