"The opportunity of the young general was stolen!!"

The young man drinking wine not far away suddenly raised his thick eyebrows when he heard this.

He pulled up a heavy sword like a coffin board, and his burly and tall figure was like a tiger going down the mountain. With a whistle and a strong wind, he walked to the hills and mounds with a few steps.

"Who dares to steal my Song Chongyang's opportunity?"

The young general laughed angrily and shouted: "Does go!"

Jiao San and Meng Si quickly avoided the side.

Song Chongyang carried a wide heavy sword in his hand, as if he was holding a chopstick, and he was lightly tilted to the hard ground of sand, stones, and weeds.

Bang ~~

The wind and sand are turbulent, and the dust splashes like explosions.

Just in the blink of an eye.

A large pit several feet deep appeared on the ground.

Song Chongyang leaned on the heavy sword in his hand, raised his eyebrows as thick as an ink knife, patrolled the deep pit, and smacked his lips:

"Sure enough, there is nothing. Did the old man lie to me to come to Baoqi Town?"

Jiao San and Meng Si were both amazed and cried on their faces.

"Little General, Master Master has made every decision, how could he be wrong... The opportunity here has always existed before, and it should have been stolen first!"

Song Chongyang laughed, touched the blood-red gourd on his waist, took another sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said loudly:

"If you have the opportunity, then you can get it. Whoever comes first will belong to whom? What does it mean to steal or not? If we fall behind, we are incompetent!"

Jiao San and Meng Si immediately looked embarrassed when they heard this.

Song Chongyang looked back behind him, and said with a little murderous aura:

"But the old man asked me to take the opportunity, but let others take it first! This face cannot be lost! Otherwise, I would have been slapped before I arrived in Baoqi Town. I was unhappy and I couldn't calm down!"

He said, staring at Jiao San, "You have to calculate what kind of master is, and we are one step ahead. If we lose face, of course we have to find it back by ourselves!"

Jiao San quickly responded: "As for order!"

He put the silver round shield flat on his hand, as if he was placing an abacus, and his fingers were scratching the shield surface, silently speaking in his mouth.

Song Chongyang raised his hand and inserted it. The wide and heavy sword was like cutting tofu, and it went straight to the ground again. He sat cross-legged against the sword spine, carrying a blood-red gourd and filling the wine.

Meng Si stood by with a serious expression, his eyes patrolling around him.

The wind whistles on the hilly and wilderness, and the dusk is deep and filled with solemnity.

Time passes slowly.

Fine sweat beads have already oozed from Jiao San's forehead.

But on the surface of the silver round shield on his hand, many rough lines had appeared, outlining some specious images, which was very wonderful.

"Little General, my subordinates have calculated it."

Jiao San raised his head and said in a deep voice, "There is a 90% chance that the practitioners of Changmen came to snatch the opportunity. A trace of the atmosphere of the Changmen Temple was left here. According to information, Changmen did build a temple in Baoqi Town!"

"Changmen...Haha, do you want me to trouble those women?"

Song Chongyang murmured to himself.

Meng Si couldn't help but whisper:

"Little General, the top ten sects are invincible, and Changmen should not be underestimated... Anyone who can build a temple in an unknown town must have a deep background and is the choice of a genius!"

When Song Chongyang heard this, he immediately became murderous and hummed:

"What kind of genius is such a genius? I'm fighting against genius!"

He got up and pulled out his heavy sword, and shouted, "Let's go to Baoqi Town. I want to see which genius is it!"

The words have not yet finished.

Suddenly, Jiao San frowned again and reported with great confusion:

"Little General, my subordinates have another discovery... It seems that, maybe, uh, there is a trace of the atmosphere of the military and family temple, come and live with Changmen..."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Song Chongyang turned his head and stared at Jiao San without blinking.

Meng Si was also stunned and stared at Jiao San in disbelief.

Jiao San's forehead sweated more and more, and he lowered his head and looked embarrassed, but he didn't dare to wipe his sweat.

After a while, Song Chongyang said in a deep voice:

"Jiao San, the old man said that your 'strategy sand table' technique has become perfect. It is the best in 'Wuhou Lingshan', right?"

Jiao San's cold sweat kept oozing out, and he bowed and whispered:

"I... I am thanking my uncle's advice, and I am lucky... I have some experience in luck... I dare not say that I am perfect..."

Song Chongyang laughed:

"Okay, even if you have some experience, that's the most calculating talent among us! I want to ask you, how many military strategists are there in such an unknown town as Baoqi Town, competing for Lingkiln?"

Jiao San said stutteringly: "Only...Only our 'Wuhou Lingshan' family..."

Song Chongyang nodded and said:

"Then let me ask you again, since we are the only one family, we have created temple temples in Baoqi Town, which represents military ranks. You also said that there are people from military rank temple temples who have come and seized the opportunity.

Wouldn't that mean that I came here in my dream and dug up my own opportunities, but I didn't know about it?"

Jiao San's cold sweat dripped on his face, and he smiled bitterly:

"Maybe...maybe it's because my subordinates made a mistake..."

Meng Si couldn't help but say:

"Last brother, your mother is a veteran! Will you make mistakes in the well-known truth? There is only one sect in the spiritual kiln competition, which is the rule. If other successors of military strategists come, how can we not know?"

Jiao San's face turned black with bitterness and was unable to argue, so he had to bow and say:

"Old Fourth, the Taoluo sand table is indeed displayed like this... Alas, it's my fault, maybe there is a mistake... I saw it wrong..."

Song Chongyang waved his hand and said:

"If you are wrong, just right, just right, no need to say this. Since you have calculated that Changmen has been here, it must be correct. Where is the Changmen Temple in Baoqi Town? Let's go and have a fight first!"

Jiao San wiped his sweat apart and replied: "It was Chaochun Tower, which was said in the information that the descendant of 'Zhishui Lingshan' created the temple."

"Prepare the horse and go to Chaochun Tower!"

Song Chongyang drew his heavy sword and strode away.

Jiao San and Meng Si, hurry up and follow.

The three of them turned over the horse, shook the reins, and the wind and sand were swept wildly, galloping towards Baoqi Town again.

But not long after the start, the three horse riders stopped again.

In the dim twilight ahead, three figures slowly walked out, blocking the road.

"Young General, I haven't seen you for many days, so don't be fine..."

The first person to appear was Ji Zhi wearing a floral cotton jacket.

She still looks like a childish girl, with round face and black hair, and a smiling look youthful and lively, which makes people feel pity.

Behind Ji Zhi, Yue Feiqun and Mao Kongtong stood solemnly.

"It's you?"

Song Chongyang sat upright on the red horse and glanced at Ji Zhi and the two behind him, "What? Are you blocking my way? Do you want to break up here?"

Ji Zhi smiled and said:

"I dare not, but I dare, the young general has a great reputation. A heavy sword of "sending the coffin" is invincible! How dare the young woman block the road? She came today to welcome the young general and show her kindness!"

Song Chongyang laughed:

"You hunters like to shoot cold arrows behind their backs, bullshit kindness!"

"Say, you want to do this? If you want to fight, I will be unambiguous. If you don't want to fight, just move away and be careful to step on you."

Ji Zhi didn't care at all, but still smiled and said:

"There have never been any hatred for the 'Thu Lingshan' and 'Wuhou Lingshan'. I came here this time to make an alliance with you and deal with others together."

"Bad Book?" Song Chongyang raised his thick eyebrows slightly and said, "I came to Baoqi Town to grab the Ling Kiln. I don't want to be a loser! If you think too much, give way!"

Ji Zhi emphasized and said:

"There is a boy from the Taoist sect who takes opportunities everywhere! His origin is mysterious and his methods are despicable! He has formed an alliance with Changmen. In addition, I heard that there is another genius from the Taoist sect who is also your enemy - Li Yuanbi!"

When Song Chongyang heard about the "Taomen", "opportunity", "Changmen", and "Li Yuanbi", he was furious and a murderous aura burst out.
Chapter completed!