In the Zuixian Tower in Jingzhao Mansion, the men in the martial arts world were talking in a low voice.

"Have you heard it? It is said that more than 500 masters wanted to wipe out the World Association, but no one came back alive."

"No! The old man Kunlun came back. He lost an arm and brought back a monk's ashes."

"Is that true? I haven't heard of this, tell us."

The man took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "This monk is said to be very strong. He was recognized by President Zhang before he sent his ashes back.

The old man Kunlun did not harm ordinary people on the way to go, so he only left an arm to spare his life."

"The world will be mighty!" Everyone applauded!

"After this battle, the world's martial arts world will be in a pattern of a gang, a sect, and a temple." A man dressed in a literati said. He was talking about the world's association, the Beggars' Sect, the Quanzhen Sect, and the Shaolin Temple!

Ancient tomb

Because the ancient tomb is isolated from the outside world, by the time Yang Guo received Zhang Ziling's letter, it had been more than a month since the Battle of Dragon and Snake Island.

"You have something to worry about today." Xiaolongnu put away her sword and said to Yang Guo.

At this time, they discovered the secret of combining the two swords. Today, Yang Guo was always out of shape when the two of them practiced.

"The World Association has just experienced a big battle, but I only know now." Yang Guo said with a sigh.

"What happened in the end?" Xiaolongnu asked calmly.

"Of course it was the eldest brother who won."

"Then what else do you have to worry about?" Xiaolongnu asked in confusion.

"Sister Long'er, I want to become stronger!" Yang Guo said seriously.

"You will say this sentence every day." Invisible complaints are the most fatal.

"I'm going to sleep in the ice bed all night tonight!"

"You said so yesterday. You only lay down for half an hour and couldn't hold on."

Yang Guo…

Guo Jing and Huang Rong watched Zhang Ziling bury the gang members who died in battle and left. This unique funeral opened their eyes.

Zhang Ziling personally carried the coffin to the gang members who died in battle. The living gang members watched the funeral with red eyes. Huang Rong believed that next time there was such a battle, they would spare their lives than anyone else.

The gang members who died in battle were buried on the island.

Under the moon, Zhang Ziling walked to the gang's cemetery with a pot of wine.

In this battle, there will be a total of 93 people killed or injured in the world.

Looking at the ninety-three tombstones in front of him, Zhang Ziling sighed softly. He sat cross-legged across from them and took a long time to speak.

"I can't sleep, I always see you when I close my eyes.

Sun Xu, I thought you would not die. I originally thought that you would be the helm leader after this matter. But in the end you didn't even find your whole body.

I still remember the first time I saw you, I was so hungry that I could hardly see anyone, and I looked at the wallet on my waist fiercely.

I have always been very happy that scholars like Zhao Li can join us. Although I can hear this every day, I can't hear it anymore."

Zhang Ziling took a sip of wine and said with a smile, saying the appearance of everyone he remembered.

"I thought I wouldn't feel guilty, I always regarded it as a role-playing game. In my eyes, you were just helping very real NPCs.

But when you die, for my ambition and what I want to do, I start to feel a little guilty.

Yes, I'm sorry!"

He raised his head and drank a pot of wine, "Sleep with you here tonight, listen to your nagging for a night. Don't come to me again in the future!

Of course, if you really regret coming to me, it would be okay to scold me..."

After saying that, he closed his eyes against Zhao Li's tombstone.

"The president slept in the cemetery all night last night?" Sun Zhanxiang asked dissatisfied.

"It's the Lord of the Association who doesn't let us follow us." Liu Wu said aggrievedly, "Xiangzi, if you punish me for this matter, it's not about the business of those young men under my command."

Still called Sun Zhan Xiang, only Liu Wuyi, the Xiangzi person.

Only this scheming guy called him like this, Sun Zhanxiang was not angry at all.

"Since this matter is requested by the president, I will not cause trouble for you." Sun Zhanxiang said coldly, "But no matter what, you must follow the good president next time! Even on Dragon Snake Island!

Do you understand?"

"I understand." Liu Wu nodded seriously.

Jiaxing Hero Building

Now all four auxiliary buildings in the Hero Building have been built, and the entire Hero Building is daunting. Zhao Heihu is sitting in the Hero Building and looking at his old brothers.

The White Tiger Hall was established, and each helm leader was not Zhang Ziling or Zhao Heihu decided.

Instead, one who moves up step by step according to one's ability, of course, the most basic thing for those who are qualified to move up is absolute loyalty to Zhang Ziling.

So the guys from the Heihu Gang were eventually eliminated. They were unwilling to endure hardships and practice martial arts. The few people who harmed the people were dealt with by Zhao Heihu, and the rest began to die of drunkenness.

Zhang Ziling is also generous, and he has always kept these old men from Heihu Hall.

"What did Lord Zhao ask us to do?"

"Where is Qu Fei?" Zhao Heihu set up a large table of wine and food.

Wuhan University is also the chef of the Hero Building, but he usually doesn’t cook by himself. He taught several apprentices to drink tea every day and trained them, and his life was very comfortable.

"You haven't gotten drunk anymore." Fang Bao said with a smile.

He pulled a chicken leg and put it down, "Master Zhao, why do you think of us today?"

After a while, Qu Fei, wearing a colorful dress, came in, holding a pot of wine in his hand, smelling of wine.

"Erlong is very busy now. He is basically in charge of the Wudi Pavilion. Wu'er has to follow the president every day. Except for the two of them, the old brothers of our Heihu Gang are all here." Zhao Heihu didn't have too many expressions on his face.

"There are still dead!" Qu Fei suddenly spoke.

His words brought the atmosphere in the entire hall to the bottom.

"Eat it." Zhao Heihu said to everyone.

They are not stupid. The Lord Zhao, who is busy with trouble, is willing to waste time having dinner with them.

Of course it's not just for the meal!

"Brother, what happened?" Fang Bao asked carefully.

Release military power with a glass of wine? Then they must also have military power.

Everyone did not dare to move, Qu Fei raised his head and drank a lot.

Zhao Heihu lowered his head and looked at the steamed bass in front of him.

Bang!

The wine pot in Qu Fei's hand hit the table hard.

"Don't be afraid, this is for me!"

"What happened to Qu Er?"

"Why are you messing with Boss Zhao? Apologize quickly."

Everyone looked at him in confusion and persuaded him in a verbal way.

"Xiaofei, I still remember you told me back then that it would be great if I could eat the steamed sea bass in Juxianlou as a meal. Do you still like it now? Try it, this is what I asked Chef Wu to make for you personally." Zhao Heihu finally spoke.

Qu Fei was stunned for a moment, and he remembered the days when they were in the Black Tiger Gang. At that time, he was always worried that one day the Iron Spear Club or the Divine Fist Sect would destroy them.
Chapter completed!