Huang Ting

Chapter 377

Jingle bell bell!

Among the fixed security phones in the row on the left side of the large desk, one of the single-line phones representing Phoenix Mountain rang.

Zhao Fangxu had been waiting for the news for a long time. As soon as the phone rang, he picked up the phone.

"Chairman, Shishiro's power has been borrowed."

Zhao Fangxu said seriously: "I understand, let Shishilang try his best to meet the needs of the opponent and keep a good record of the mission."

"yes."

Bang!

Zhao Fangxu pressed down the phone and continued to look at the documents on the table. He was fascinated by the handsome young man on the document:

What went wrong?

Hu Xiuwu unilaterally rejected Er Zhuang's communication, plus the call from Fenghuang Mountain.

In the face of the evidence, no matter how hard Zhao Fangxu didn't believe it, he had to admit that Hu Xiuwu did have a problem.

What I thought was a simple plan to cross the sky and divert the tiger away from the mountain actually went wrong in the place that Zhao Fangxu thought was the most foolproof.

Zhao Fangxu almost grew up watching Hu Xiuwu. He once thought that he paid enough attention to Hu Xiuwu and knew all the secrets about him.

Now it seems that he only understands the tip of the iceberg about Hu Xiuwu's secrets.

The location of Jingjue Ancient City was jointly agreed upon by him and Hu Xiuwu. No one knew more about what was in it than Hu Xiuwu.

Hu Xiuwu didn't even care about the sacred object, Muchen Bead, and handed it over to Nadu Tong easily. Is there anything in Jingjue Ancient City that he could get by breaking up with Nadu Tong?

Kunlun sacred tree? Corpse-scented konjac?

"No, those two things are not worthy of such a big battle."

In the empty office, only Zhao Fangxu's own murmur echoed.

Looking through Hu Xiuwu's files, Zhao Fangxu carefully recalled his impression of Hu Xiuwu.

The first time I heard the name of Hu Xiuwu was because I discovered the tomb of Li Chunfeng under the Fish Bone Temple.

Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang of the Shangqing Dynasty were close friends.

The two of them, Hu Xiuwu and Hu Xiuwu, worked together to create the Seven Killing Order of Gods and Ghosts.

Li Chunfeng was able to plot against King Xian a thousand years ago, so what plans did he leave for the Qing Dynasty?

The problem is that Li Chunfeng's last plan spanned a thousand years, and achieved the final result. He destroyed the dragon-turned-Xian Wang, obtained the divine object Muchen Bead, and gave the world-destroying snake the final blow.

The long-term strategy and remarkable results are rare in the world.

Just glancing at the description of this huge plan from the records made Zhao Fangxu heartbroken and ashamed.

If he really has a second plan, what is the purpose of it?

Hiding it so deeply, wouldn't it be more important than the death of the snake god?

!!!

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu suddenly stood up in sweat and jumped up from his chair.

After standing still for a moment, Zhao Fangxu picked up the phone: "Hey, Archives, bring me all the information from the Supreme Court in the past twenty years, yes, all of it, give it to me right away!"

Yang Ming, Hu Xiuwu, what on earth do your superiors want to do?

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The scorching sun hanging in the sky has become a decoration. I can see its movement and touch its light, but I can no longer feel any warmth from the sun.

The ancient city of Jingjue, deep in the desert, has encountered something it has never encountered in thousands of years.

Cold winter.

In the ancient city of Jingjue, houses collapsed and sand ridges were covered with frost.

The evil-looking stalagmites and the bone-piercing iron thorns collide silently, like pythons fighting each other, with stone chips and iron powder intertwined like scales.

The fire crow crows, the sword roars.

What was once the pearl of the desert, is now a dilapidated and deserted city that can barely support the battlefield between Hu Xiuwu and Shishilang.

There was no fight between Quan Xing and the temporary workers, and even the martial arts idiot Ding Shima Yasu did not start a war without authorization.

The two sides calmly exited the ancient city of Jingjue, and stood on both sides of the city gate, wary of each other, watching and astonished.

Because both sides know that the outcome of today is no longer theirs to decide.

The winner has the right to dominate.

The writer of the ending,

There can only be a winner who comes out of the ancient city.

"It's snowing. It can snow even in the desert where the sun is so high."

A piece of white snowflakes floated to Gong Qing's shoulder. He looked at the civil war in the city and muttered to himself.

Ding Shi'an looked enthusiastic: "How can people do this? I thought that Lao Na and I were not far away from that strange person. I didn't expect that we would keep sitting in a well and looking at the sky. It's really..."

"Great! It turns out there is still such a long road ahead for me to walk."

The remaining all-natured people are not as big-hearted as Gong Qing and Ding Zhangan. Even Xia He and Dou Mei are mostly afraid of Hu Xiuwu at this time.

Temporary workers also have different ideas.

Black Guan'er's expression was complicated: "Young people today are really amazing. I understand a little bit how my contemporaries were with the Heavenly Master back then. With such a person hanging around, I have spent my whole life practicing like a dog, and I feel helpless and depressed."

Zhang Chulan remained silent, a hint of envy suddenly rose in his heart.

If I, like Hu Xiuwu, had a stable environment to practice, could I be like him and the Heavenly Master, and be able to determine the world by myself?

"Kacha, it's useless. Even if you have been practicing the Five Yang Thunder Methods since childhood, you can't compare to him."

Feeling bored and having no work to do, Feng Baobao took out a fresh and juicy cucumber from his pouch and bit off one third of it in one bite.

That is to say, Wang Zhenqiu is not here now, otherwise he will definitely ask Feng Baobao for cucumbers and tease Zhang Chulan with her.

"Why, even Junior Master Lingyu said that if he and I had practiced at the same time, he would definitely not be my opponent."

If Hu Xiuwu were present, Zhang Chulan would definitely say that Sister Bao'er was right. But now that Hu Xiuwu is not here, it has almost become his instinct to keep talking and pretend to be a stupid young man.

Feng Baobao's mouth was full and he said vaguely: "It's impossible. His Qi can be compared with that of the Celestial Master in Longhu Mountain. You can only compare with Zhang Lingyu, so what's the comparison?"

Feng Baobao's words were more choking than the cucumber in her mouth, and Zhang Chulan was speechless for a moment.

In particular, Feng Baobao comforted him: "It's okay, that's your uncle. It's not a shame."

"..." After a moment of silence, Zhang Chulan smiled and said, "Sister Bao'er, you are right, don't say it next time."

"Oh." Feng Baobao was willing to listen to the advice, nodded obediently, and continued to eat cucumbers.

"Hey, huh? How did the cucumber turn into a popsicle?"

Feng Baobao stared at the hard cucumber in his hand in confusion, but there was still a crunching sound in his mouth, as if he was chewing a popsicle.

That is to say, it is only Feng Baobao, an outlier who can compete with cute black and white beasts to eat bamboo shoots, that he can still eat with gusto even though he knows there is a problem and white breath comes out of his mouth when he speaks.

"No, the outside environment has not reached freezing temperatures yet." Xiao Zizai looked at the half-cut cucumber in Feng Baobao's hand and found a snowflake on the edge of the cucumber.

Xiao Zizi picked up the snowflake on his fingertips and felt as if he was touching the iron shelf placed in the large freezer.

First there was tingling, then numbness. Stimulated by the extremely cold temperature, his golden bell started to operate spontaneously, causing his fingertips to turn golden.

Two golden fingers easily crushed the snowflake, but Xiao Zizai's expression changed drastically:

"No, the fighting inside has escalated, retreat!"

The temporary workers immediately retreated without hesitation. Even Zhang Chulan, who was a little slower, directly used the self-created Yang Five Thunder Method, Thunder, to stimulate the meridians and accelerate the retreat.

Quan Xing realized something was wrong and retreated, but it was still a little too late.

It's snowy and icy.

(End of chapter)