After listening to Shen Yuxuan's answer, the two strong men looked at each other and were about to continue to ask, but they were stopped by Shen Yuxuan.

"Go away!"

Shen Yuxuan ordered, and his tone was not doubtful.

Two strong Hansham usually obeyed, and could only press down the abdomen, nodded and said it was.

Soon, several black cars drove out of the underground parking garage of the Changfeng Wudi Pavilion and galloped towards the distant Tunzi Wharf.

In the darkness, Shen Yuxuan, who was left alone, stood up with his hand, and the team of watching the team gradually disappeared into the sight.

It wasn't until he couldn't see it completely, and he flickered and left in the opposite direction.

After all, there are only a few forces such as Goro faction, Changfeng Wushew Pavilion and other news. After the sudden attack of the martial arts, most people in the Bicang City martial arts world are still in the drums.

This night, it is destined to be very long.

Wang Mingsheng is like a wind and walks between the high -rise buildings.

In order to hide his identity, he had taken off the uniform of the Goro faction, which symbolizes power and status, put on a strong dress, and covered his head and face with a cloak.

Due to his heart, Wang Mingsheng did not realize that someone was tracking.

Zuo Qingcang is far behind Wang Mingsheng, and it is more than a hundred meters away from each other.

Through the cover of the night and building, Zuo Qingcang was good in time, and he did not worry about being discovered by the other party, and even thought about it.

"Is this guy too slow?"

Zuo Qingcang secretly voiced: "Isn't the most basic alert?"

He stared at Wang Mingsheng's sneaky back, and suddenly a hint of jokes flashed in his eyes.

"Forget it, it's boring, let's show the card directly."

Here, Zuo Qingcang no longer deliberately suppressed the breath, and the speed suddenly accelerated.

"Well!"

Hundred meters away, passing instantly.

Wang Mingsheng had just had a sense of induction. Zuo Qing's tall and burly body had fallen from the sky, like a meteorite, hitting him in front of him.

"boom!"

The ground was smashed by Zuo Qingcang with a large pit in diameter. The gravel splashed like a rain.

Wang Mingsheng stopped sharply, and his pupils were shrinking into the size of a needle tip.

Zuo Qingcang squatted at the bottom of the big pit and slowly stood straight.

With the movement of Zuo Qingcang's rise, a magnificent breath, exuding from his body, brought Wang Mingsheng a strong sense of oppression and crisis.

"Who is your way?"

Wang Mingsheng took a deep breath, understood that the other party was not good at his intentions, and the inner strength flowed all over the body.

"Yanhuangwu, the master of the Tianzi Patriot, Zuo Qingcang."

Zuo Qingcang stepped out of the big pit and stood up the dust that did not exist on his body.

Wang Mingsheng's face changed suddenly, and countless thoughts flashed in the brain.

"Like it."

He did not expect that the martial arts all focused on himself.

However, due to the cover of the cloak, Wang Mingsheng's face change was not seen by Zuo Qingcang.

"It turned out to be the master of the left court, I seem to have no grievances with yourun."

The thoughts were rolling, and Wang Mingsheng deliberately pretended to be stupid: "Why should I stop me?"

Zuo Qingcang grinned, revealing the neat teeth of snow, his eyes were shining, as if the beast of the prey: "I want to invite the head of the Wang to go to the martial arts."

When he was exposed to his identity, Wang Mingsheng completely abandoned the fluke.

"So, Wumeng has been secretly monitoring me?"

Wang Mingsheng opened the cloak and revealed an elegant face, unlike the high -strength martial arts master, but instead like a literary scholar.

"Yes."

Zuo Qingcang calmly admitted that he stood in front of Wang Mingsheng, twisted his neck, raised the corner of his mouth.

See you at first, but that's it. "

Wang Mingsheng heard the irony contained in the dialect, his expression could not help but become gloomy.

"hehe."

His cheek muscles were drawn, and Pipon smiled without a smile: "The left of the left courtyard is indeed a high -level martial arts alliance, and he is lingering."

"The head of the king, I have followed you for a long time, starting from Goro's headquarters."

Zuo Qingcang smiled and turned cold: "I don't want to continue wasting time, so give you two options."

Wang Mingsheng's fist hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched suddenly, and his heart was furious.

But after all, he is a very deep generation of the city. Even if he is renewed, he always maintains rationality. While observing the surrounding environment, he sneered and sneered: "What are the masters of the left courtyard?

"The first choice, give up resistance, capture it with your hands, and the martial arts will give you a fair judgment."

Zuo Qingcang's chin raised slightly, and inadvertently revealed the domineering of all things: "The second choice, play with me, as long as you defeat me, you can leave safely."

Wang Mingsheng's eyes flickered a few times, and he took the eyes around and did not immediately respond.

"Don't worry, there is only me here."

Zuo Qingcang seemed to see Wang Mingsheng's concerns, repeated: "There are no ambush, no traps, no helpers, you can go, you can go."

Wang Mingsheng raised his head to look at the sky.

A round of the moon hangs above the two people's head, sprinkled with silver and white and bright moonhui. There is no one around the surroundings. It is a good place for fighting.

"You seem to think of eating me?"

For a moment, Wang Mingsheng unbuttoned the cloak and threw it aside, revealing several stainless steel short sticks inserted around the waist. Each short stick had two feet long and short.

He connected those short sticks to each other, tightened, and moved.

Soon, an eight -foot stick appeared in Wang Mingsheng's hands.

Wang Mingsheng held a long stick and wielded it with him. The heavy stick cut through the air and made the sound of "whine".

Goro's town faction is the gossip pile, and the most powerful martial arts is the Goro gossip stick.

It is rumored that the gossip pile was created by a master more than a thousand years ago.

The gossip pile is the core exercises of many martial arts, such as gossip palm, gossip, gossip sword, etc.

Later, on the basis of the gossip pile, the master of the master merged the essence of the North and South Sticks, creating a changeable, complicated and unpredictable stick, which is the predecessor of the Goro gossip stick.

The inheritance of Goro gossip sticks has been inherited for hundreds of years. After improvement, it has long been a murderous skill.

Limited to qualifications and experience, although Wang Mingsheng has trained Goro gossip sticks to the realm of the pure fire, he has never been able to go further and break his own limit.

You know, once the warrior breaks his own limit, it is like a carp jumping over the dragon gate. It was regarded as a land fairy in ancient times.
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