Punch in the heavens

Chapter 165
After dialect's hands were tied with a rope, he was grabbed by a man in black. The man in black showed his wings of vindictiveness and took him to the depths of the Warcraft Mountains.

Dialect didn't know why they wanted to trap him with an ordinary rope, which he could break simply by relying on strength, so it's possible that these people are all fools.

This is not the case, the rope has the effect of sealing off fighting qi, but the dialect has not cultivated fighting qi, so of course it has no effect on him.

"Daguo, where are you taking me? I think you are very kind, so tell me!"

The man in black held the dialect in his hand like he was catching a chicken, and the two of them could have a friendly exchange.

"I don't think you are friendly, but it's not impossible to tell me where to take you." In Lao Jiu's eyes, dialect is a dying person. For so many years, no one has ever been able to escape from them.

"Then tell me!"

Dialect is really curious about the identities of these people. After all, he hasn't provoked any strong enemies since he came to this world.

"This time, we're going to take you to our base camp, the outskirts of the Warcraft Mountains, the branch hall of the Jia Ma Empire, the Soul Palace."

After Lao Jiu finished speaking, the dialect instantly understood the purpose of this group of people, it turned out to be people from the Soul Palace.

It seems that the Soul Palace is very clear that the Xiao family in Wutan City is part of the ancient clan left over from that year.

But why didn't they attack Wutan City?Probably because of the ancient clan. Although the dialect was not discovered on purpose, it was still possible to detect that there were outsiders in the Xiao family.

Soul Palace still cared about that Tuoshe ancient jade, he left quietly, and not many people knew about it, that is to say, there is a high possibility that the Xiao family has nails!

……

In the Xiao family, since his father left, Xiao has been practicing hard every day, not only for his father, but also for his sister.

From the few words of the clansmen, Xiao Yan knew very well how powerful the Misty Cloud Sect was. He knew that even though there was a marriage contract, he still had to work hard to make the iron, and it was a big deal to propose a marriage.

At first, he didn't know what he really thought about Nalan Yanran, but in the past few days, he gradually understood that this is liking, no explanation is needed, there should be applause here.

In fact, he and Nalan Yanran have exchanged letters in the past few days, and the distance has not become an insurmountable gap between them.

On the contrary, if there is a little more distance between the two people's homes, not only will there be no separation, but there will be a hazy feeling.

Just like the letter in front of me:
Handsome Xiao:

After a seven-day farewell, I always think of the days in Xiao's house. That time was the happiest time of the year for me.

Today, the master taught me to learn Xuan level fighting skills, it is not difficult, I learned it very quickly.Time flies too fast, but no matter how fast it is, it can't be as fast as my heart that loves you.

Cute!

Xiao Yan read between the lines with relish, Sister Yan is really cute, such a girl should cry for a long time if punched!

Hey, how could he have such a strange idea, he can't beat his sister Yanran!
Xiao Yan hurriedly came to the table, and after ink was finished, he replied in the letter with a brush:

Lovely Yanran:
One farewell for nine days, I clearly remember every minute and every second when you left.

The summer is so hot that I can't blow away my heart that loves you; the fragrance of flowers and flowers, I still love your taste!
……

Handsome Xiao!

Looking at the letter he wrote, Xiao Yan nodded in satisfaction, and said loudly, "Love, this is love!"

"Love you M Twist Love!"

Yao Lao got out of the black jade ring, it was so fucking disgusting, he could spit out his lunch.

Is this called love?Of course not. Thinking back to his past, it wasn't just that he fell in love with someone and then caught him in bed. This is love.

"Master, although I respect you very much, don't insult my love."

"Hehe" Yao Lao smiled disdainfully: "If this is love, then what is Xiao Xun'er?"

One sentence made Xiao Yan speechless. As a former modern person, he didn't know how to refute.

But after thinking about it, this is the Dou Qi Continent, so he has nothing to worry about, and immediately retorted: "That's also love!"

Good guy, Yao Lao gave a thumbs up, my good student has the ability to be better than blue.

"Very good, you look very energetic, go out and practice more fighting skills!" In this way, Yao Lao decided on Xiao Yan's belonging tonight.

What Xiao Yan didn't know was that his father had been taken away by the Soul Palace. Of course, even if he knew, he couldn't do anything!
Looking to the other side, Dialect has been brought to the inside of the Warcraft Mountains by this group of men in black.

The dialect can tell from their trajectories that their base camp should be on top of this mountain.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Dialect to see a courtyard on the top of the mountain.

The man in black landed slowly, and only after opening the formation did he enter the courtyard.

"You still have formations here?"

"Of course, otherwise, why do you think we are so powerful!" Lao Jiu looked at the dialect with an idiot on his face.

Lao Jiu looked at the boss and asked, "Boss, what should I do with this guy? Jiji has been going all the way, why don't you just kill him immediately?"

"Kill the hammer, that's the lord in the headquarters. He was specially asked to be captured by us, not for you to kill! The lord just sent a message that he will come here in three days, so lock him in the dungeon first!"

The boss waved his hand and didn't care about how to deal with the dialect, they were just waiting for credit now.

It turned out that this group of people were just young people, and the real boss was still behind, and Fang Yan dispelled the idea of ​​preparing to make a move.

"It looks like you can live a few more days, enjoy this last time!" Lao Jiu pressed his dialect and walked towards the dungeon.

'You can live a few more days! "Dialect has already recorded Lao Jiu in his small notebook, and it will be liquidated together at that time."

The dungeon here is very dark. Although there are no people, but from the blood on the wall and the smell here, it can be judged that there are not many people who died here!
And the dialect also smelled a scent of dan, that is to say, most of the people who died here were probably alchemists.

Lao Jiu put the dialect into an iron prison, and said: "You should stay here for the next few days, don't try to escape, you should also feel that your fighting spirit cannot be displayed here! "

"Well, I won't run away. Anyway, I'm going to die, so it's better to suffer less before I die, right?"

"You are a person who sees clearly. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being too unlucky. It's a pity!"

Lao Jiu shook his head, turned and left.

After there was no one in the dungeon, Fang Yan began to look at the cell.

He doesn't know if he can display fighting energy, but his spiritual power is not affected at all here.

I don't know what kind of metal the prison cell is made of. It is very hard, but under the influence of dialect's spiritual force, it is easily bent, but dialect restores him to its original shape!

Since the Lord didn't come, he still has to stay in this prison, and no one around can hurt him, so let's go out for a trip!

(End of this chapter)