Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Suddenly, the air trembled violently, and then a lightning spear shining with lightning fell from the sky, and with a roar, it rushed towards Hu Lenghui.

The tip of the lightning spear flashed with dazzling electric light. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, leaving a charred mark.

Seeing this, Hu Lenghui's eyes flashed and her body quickly flashed, using her extraordinary skills to avoid the fatal blow.

She snorted coldly, her eyes as sharp as torches, sweeping in the direction where the lightning spear was coming from. She was secretly alert in her heart, wondering who was suddenly attacking at this time?

Almost at the same time, on the other side, a strong wind suddenly blew up, rolling up the dust on the ground and forming a huge vortex.

In this vortex, a wind arrow formed by pure wind force quietly took shape. It flew towards Murong Zhe with a biting chill and a whistling sound.

The wind arrow was flying at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for Murong Zhe.

Murong Zhe also reacted quickly. He sensed the threat, turned his body to the side, and waved his hand to summon a netherworld shield to block the cold whistling wind arrow.

The Nether Shield collided with the Wind Arrow, making a crisp sound, and then the Nether Shield dissipated, and the Wind Arrow was also dissolved into nothingness.

"Who is so bold as to shoot someone from behind?" Murong Zhe shouted angrily.

Murong Zhe looked in the direction the wind arrow came from, and saw a tall and thin figure standing not far away. The eyes were as cold as ice, staring at him coldly.

The man held a wind-driven bow in his hand, and the bow emitted a faint light. It was obvious that the wind arrow just now came from this bow.

"Feng Xing Bow? You Dongshan?" Murong Zhe frowned and shouted in a deep voice.

He recognized the man, You Dongshan, a well-known archery expert in Chang'an City.

You Dongshan put away the Fengxing bow, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Murongzhe, that arrow just now was just a greeting to you. It seems that you two have really forgotten where this place is."

Murong Zhe's eyes narrowed.

"You Dongshan, what do you mean?" Murong Zhe asked coldly.

At this moment, the lightning spear that fell to the ground suddenly rushed up and landed in the hands of a white-bearded old man in a yellow robe, who picked it up.

He Jingchuan, the old man of the He family, stood in front of Murong Zhe and Hu Lenghui and looked at them coldly.

"Why, you two still want to fight? Are you planning to tear down Chang'an City?"

"It seems that you two don't take our Chang'an City seriously." Ji Chengjian, the second son of the Ji family, also spoke.

He was standing on a rooftop several dozen meters away on the left. His voice was as cold as an arrow, piercing through the noise of the battlefield and reaching the hearts of the two men.

"After all, it's not their home, so they don't care." Chen Xuanqi, who was wearing a black and white plaid robe with crisscrossing lines, also interjected with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Fight, fight, let's see if you two can leave Chang'an City after the fight." Shen Lang's voice sounded from behind.

Hu Lenghui and Murong Zhe couldn't help but stop. They could sense that there were several people standing around them, and they were all masters of the same level as them - Contra!

Any strong person of this level is not someone they can easily provoke.

At this moment, a sinister voice sounded: "Old Monster Murong, they gave you face just now and didn't disturb you, but you also have a limit, don't you?"

Murong Zhe thought the voice sounded familiar. He looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw an old man in a green robe looking at him with a half-smile.

"You old poisonous creature Dugu, why are you here?" Murong Zhe frowned.

Dugu Lin chuckled and said, "Why am I here? Of course, Your Majesty Qiankun and Your Majesty Jianying asked me to come and see who is fighting in front of their doorsteps."

"You two old guys, don't you even know where this place is? How dare you act wildly here?"

"Your Majesty Qiankun and Jianying?" Hu Lenghui's face changed slightly. She naturally knew what these two titles stood for.

Murong Zhe's expression also froze. He suppressed his anger and clasped his fists, saying, "Brother Dugu, we are indeed rude in this matter, but there are reasons for it. I hope Brother Dugu can convey to the two Your Majesties that we did not intend to offend them."

This time he remembered that Chen Cong's Duke's Mansion was also in Chang'an City.

The four titles of the Chen family have been well-known throughout the Douluo Continent in recent years.

On the surface, there are only two Titled Douluo in Wujian Palace, the Poison God and the Ghost King, and of course there is another one who has already left Wujian Palace.

Dugu Lin curled his lips, glanced at the two people, and said with a smile: "Convey? Humph, you should find a chance to explain to the two His Majesties yourself."

"But for now, please put away your magical powers and don't let anyone here fight with an old man like me, or you will be embarrassed."

Ji Chengjian chuckled, jumped down from the roof, and landed lightly: "Brother Dugu is right, this matter really should not be expanded."

"Old Ghost Murong and Hu Si Niang, if there is any grudge between you, it won't be too late to find a suitable occasion to resolve it in the future."

He Jingchuan also nodded, and his tone softened a bit: "Chang'an City is a peaceful place, and private fighting and destruction are not allowed."

"If you two families want to fight, that's your business. We won't care if you leave Chang'an City."

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"So, how about we just call it a day for today?"

Chen Xuanqi waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand and said slowly, "I think it's okay. Anyway, we have watched almost all of the show. If you continue to fight, I am afraid that the stone pavement of Chang'an City will be shattered by you."

Hu Lenghui and Murong Zhe looked at each other and saw the dilemma in each other's eyes.

They knew that it was impossible to continue today, so they all restrained their momentum and nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you a favor today and let this matter drop for now." Murong Zhe said in a deep voice.

Hu Lenghui also snorted coldly: "Humph, you're lucky. Don't let me meet you alone next time."

As the two gave in, the originally tense atmosphere gradually eased.

Seeing this, Dugu Lin nodded with satisfaction: "You are sensible. Remember, Chang'an City has its own rules."

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed, his green robe moved with the wind, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hu Lenghui and Murong Zhe were about to leave, but they found that several top masters from the Chang'an City families had not moved and surrounded them.

Murong Zhe frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, what do you want to do?"

Before he finished his words, a nimble figure leaped from the top of the restaurant next to them, landed lightly on the ground, and faced the two of them.

The man who came was a handsome old man in his sixties who looked very elegant, yet a bit unruly and had a mixed and contradictory temperament.

He said, "You two, one is from Qingqiulin on the other side of the Xieluo Mountains, and the other is from the Ghost King Sect that occupies Oswei. It is normal for you to meet in Chang'an City, but it is wrong for you to destroy the flowers, plants, wine shops and stores in our Chang'an City."

Murong Zhe's eyes froze, and he asked, "Qing Yuhe, Chu Tianshu?"

At this time, Liu Yirong came gracefully, and stood more than ten meters to the right, and said sweetly: "Old Monster Murong, you destroyed my clothing store, and you want to just walk away?"