Da Bong fights more people

"Come and try to kill me."

The witch god just looked down indifferently.

Saren Agu sighed:

"Tell me what to do."

"Come to collect some interest, and get some information by the way." Xu Qi'an didn't make any further moves, standing in the troubled times, "What is a catastrophe? What do you witch gods know about gatekeepers?"

Salun Agu pointed to the human face in the sky, and said with a smile:

"If it's these two questions, then you can ask him yourself. If you want some information, then I have a deal here."

Xu Qi'an was noncommittal.

saren agu says:

"In ancient times, there was a god and demon called "Dahuang". He was at the same level as the Gu God, and he also survived the great turmoil, but his spirit was damaged, so he disguised himself as a descendant of the god and demon, and hid overseas."

"White Emperor is the Great Wilderness?" Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.

It turns out that "Great Wilderness" is not a descendant of gods and demons, but a genuine gods and demons, once at the same level as Gu God?No wonder his body is so terrifying, far better than Yipin. No wonder he cares so much about the gatekeeper and the so-called catastrophe, because he was a participant in the great turmoil back then. Xu Qi'an thought through many problems in an instant.

"This information is not worth enough."

Xu Qi'an stretched his muscles and said:

"continue!"

The crown of thorns on the head of the witch god statue suddenly flew up, turned into a black light, and landed on the top of Salun Agu's head.

In an instant, the great wizard with a whip in his hand and a crown of thorns on his head seemed to be the master of this world.

He laughed and said:

"Can!

"I haven't smoked a first-class martial artist for many years. Let me let you taste the feeling of running around the northeast when Emperor Gaozu was smoked by me."

Xu Qi'an smiled and took out a Confucian crown and put it on. In his left hand was the Zhenguo Sword, and in his right hand was a Taiping Saber.

He laughed and said:

"Whoever runs away is the grandson!"

Day two.

In the early morning mist, Xu Qi'an and Song Tingfeng Zhu Guangxiao left Goulan refreshed. Xu Qi'an rode on a beautiful filly and went with them to the Dagengren Yamen.

Last night I rested in the barn, listening to music, drinking and watching theatre, a rare leisure time.

He doesn't touch ordinary women now, he is afraid that he will trouble the beauties.

Zhu Guangxiao paid the bill.

Song Tingfeng complained:

"The court hasn't paid a salary for two months, Ning Yan, if this continues, you will have to treat me next time."

Xu Qian said with a blank face:

"Oh, then I won't go to Goulan anymore."

"" Song Tingfeng scolded:

"A dignified first-rank martial artist, yet so stingy."

If it costs money to go to Goulan, the fun will be lost! Xu Qi'an ignored him, thinking about yesterday's battle with Salun Agu in his mind.

"Oh, it's really hard to tell the winner between the first ranks, let alone life and death. Fortunately, he became a grandson yesterday, not me." He muttered to himself, wiped his face, and wiped Xu Erlang's face. changed back.

With his current status and status, he is definitely not suitable to go to Goulan again.

Next time I plan to go to Goulan with the face of my second uncle.

After entering the watchman's yamen, he went straight to the small courtyard and saw his biological mother.

Seeing him coming as promised, Ji Baiqing smiled gently:

"I haven't seen Xiaoru in 20 years. I don't know if she still recognizes me as a sister-in-law."

The faint sadness between her brows has dissipated, as if she had bid farewell to Ten Thousand and regained her new life.

PS: This chapter is 5200, add a short chapter.

Chapter 3 Aunt Mu

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

In the academy that has been surrounded by awe-inspiring righteousness all year round, Yang Gong's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes.

The first thing he felt was the piercing pain, the muscles all over his body were torn, and the meridians were all broken.Then came the lungs on fire, the mouth parched, and every breath dragging on the wound.

However, his mental state is very good, his thoughts are clear, and there are subtle and imperceptible clear lights in every inch of his flesh and blood, every cell.

It was a little difficult to move his hands and feet. After Yang Gong tried to sit up to no avail, he said in a deep voice:

"Tea here!"

The teapot on the table flew up by itself, moved over his lips, then tilted the spout, and poured tea at a moderate speed.

Gulu, Gulu Yang Gong opened his mouth to take the tea, drank half full, the burning lungs and dry mouth subsided a lot.

After quenching his thirst, Yang Gong looked at the room and found that it was his residence in the academy.

I brought mine back to the academy, and I don't know if Yongzhou will be preserved. How many of the soldiers who returned with me are still alive?

The joy of survival also diminishes. .

How long have I been comatose?Is the Northern War over?Did the National Division defend with Yongzhou's current strength, not many people would survive?

He let out a breath and said in a deep voice:

"Clean and tidy!"

The robe hanging on the hanger flew up by itself. The Confucian robe, which would have been troublesome to put on, was put on in the blink of an eye.

Then, Yang Gong said: