Jiayou's Fun

It was midnight, before the fire in Bai's house started burning.

In the corner of the Forbidden Army Camp in Fengdiaofang, deep in a small hill with an area of ​​several hundred acres, there is a large square house built of large bluestones with iron liquid cast into the gaps. The door made of fine steel is tightly closed.

Inside the house, flames rose.

In the fire, a copper cauldron burned red. The viscous concoction boiling in the cauldron gave off a pungent fishy smell. Some colorful snake bones, scales, horns and other objects could be seen tumbling in the concoction.

Leshan was shirtless, his body from the neck down was soaked in the concoction, his head and face were flushed red by the terrifying power of the concoction, and his wide-open eyes were faintly flashing with a strange scarlet light.

He panted deeply.

Because of the chaos in Sijifang, he missed two days of homework.

So today, he added double the medicinal power to the bronze tripod.

The burden on the body, the training of the body, and the burden on oneself are several times that of daily homework. Leshan's body was trembling slightly, always on the verge of collapse.

Severe pain hit him, making his breathing become extremely heavy.

Every deep breath created a huge vortex in the air in the room.

The house trembled slightly, as if every breath Leshan took could tear the entire house made of huge rocks into pieces.

Outside the house, a dozen of Leshan's absolute confidants were wearing heavy armor and standing quietly in the darkness to guard.

They are all masters of the Twelve Levels of Perfection.

Some of the leaders among them have even entered the realm of enlightenment.

But feeling the faint trembling of the ground, the faces of these people all showed extremely fanatical expressions - only they knew how powerful their generals were.

In their hearts, Yu Changle, who was rumored to be magical by the outside world, was definitely no match for their general.

Such random rumors as "harvesting yin and replenishing yang" and "devouring people's hearts" are nothing more than pieces of paper that can be broken in the face of Leshan's absolute power.

Only they know how strong Leshan is really.

It was a kind of 'power' that they could not resist, dare not face, and would be shattered into pieces even if they touched it even slightly.

Perhaps, in the entire Haojing, no one can be Leshan’s opponent, right?

Suddenly, ‘whoosh’!

A violent surge flew past, and the heads of more than a dozen Forbidden Army masters exploded at the same time. Their heavily armored bodies fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

More than a dozen masters of the twelfth level or above of expanding the pulse were killed with just a snap of their fingers!

Accompanied by the sound of wind, a burly figure suddenly appeared in front of the door of the house. He stretched out his hands and pressed on the thick alloy door. The one-foot-thick alloy door immediately collapsed silently, shattered, and turned into Iron sand spilled onto the ground.

The burly figure strode into the stone house.

Soaked in the medicinal liquid, being steamed by the cauldron, and feeling excruciating pain all over his body, Leshan, who was unable to get up for a while, held his breath and stared motionlessly at the uninvited guest who had intruded into his forbidden practice area.

This is a man with a beard who is about nine feet tall, has dark skin, is as strong as a mountain, and is wearing an ancient brass battle armor. The armor is extremely clumsy and even a bit crude.

The big man's steps were huge, and he walked to the bronze tripod in just three steps from the door.

He lowered his head, overlooking Leshan sitting in the boiling copper cauldron, and muttered in a low voice: "Leshan, General Zuo of the Forbidden Army Garrison in Fengdiaofang?"

Leshan narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

The big man sniffed hard, reached out and dipped his hand into the strange-colored concoction in the copper cauldron, put it into his mouth and tapped it a few times.

"Thousand Poison Body Refining Soup, and it is not a censored or shoddy product, it is an original and authentic recipe." The big man 'Hehe' chuckled: "This kind of thing is not a descendant of a butcher who sells dog meat. I have a chance. , qualified to get it.”

Leshan still didn't say anything. He took a deep breath, and the cold wind blew in through the empty door frame.

The big man held down the red-hot copper tripod with both hands, frowned, and looked at Leshan's eyes exposed in the soup.

"Well, I'm here to seek revenge."

"But, since you are using the Thousand Poison Body Refining Soup to refine your body, are you a fellow disciple?"

"So, I won't touch you today. You still have to abide by the rules."

"But remember, you owe me a life. You have to pay me back in the future."

Leshan had already restrained the energy and blood that was boiling like a volcano in his body. He slowly stood up, revealing his iron-like muscles. He looked at the big man and sneered: "You killed my people and you still say that I owe you a life?"

The two glared at each other, then raised their right fists at the same time and punched each other on the head.

‘Bang’!

There was a low muffled sound, and the two fists collided.

The big man who broke in did not move at all, and the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a proud smile: "Leshan, you are too young."

Leshan pursed his lips vigorously, but two streaks of blood came out of his nostrils uncontrollably and continued to slide down like a stream, instantly staining his chest red.

"I owe you a life." Leshan tried his best to swallow the blood that surged into his throat, and then gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Xiong Dingtian, you actually have your backer?"

The size and appearance of this big man made Leshan feel inexplicably familiar.

In the past two days, the only person who had a grudge against Leshan and looked quite similar to this big man was Xiong Dingtian, who was beaten half to death by Leshan.

With a sneer, Leshan shook his head and said: "It's ridiculous. He actually sold out his coolies and worked as a thug for others. Don't you think it's shabby?"

The big man's dark face was covered with a blush. He gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "What family doesn't have a few useless descendants?"

"Remember, you owe me your life!"

The cold wind blew into the house, and the big man's body suddenly turned into a violent rush and rushed out, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Leshan's blood spurted out, dyeing the concoction in the copper cauldron red.

He crawled out of the bronze cauldron in embarrassment and collapsed on the ground like soft mud.

His body was trembling and he panted on the ground for a long time before Leshan murmured and cursed: "I...this is such a bad luck. Xiong Dingtian, how can such a bastard trash seed be involved with such a person?"

"I..." Leshan angrily cursed an extremely wonderful curse word, trembled, stood up unsteadily, struggled out of the house, and looked at the dozen headless corpses on the ground with a twisted face.

"The confidant I cultivated so easily is a bastard and not a son of a human being."

He cursed again, then hurriedly found his clothes, put them on, and staggered into the darkness.

In the dark night, the muttering of Leshan could be heard faintly: "When night owls enter the house, there will be trouble... Haojing, there is going to be chaos. What female ghosts, what rebels against the party, what Jiuyin Sect, this is just the beginning."

In Bai Jialan's garden, the fire burned just right.

This fire was ignited by Lu Qian's big parrot spraying fire from the sky. Thousands of fires were lit almost simultaneously in the entire Lantian Garden. Coupled with the cold wind, the building materials in the winter were completely dried out. , once the fire burned, it became extremely noisy.

Dozens of exquisite temples and pavilions quickly burned to the ground.

Bai Changkong's grandchildren, as well as their maids, bookboys, servants, and boys, were all running around all over the ground.

I don’t know how Bai Changkong’s family tradition is controlled. Although his more than twenty grandchildren are running around naked, most of the maids, bookboys, servants, and boys are also naked from all over the place. Ran out everywhere.

The fire was burning all around, and the people sent by nearby neighbors to help put out the fire also held lanterns and torches, which added a bit of light.

Lantian Garden was illuminated just like daytime, and the whole garden was extremely transparent.

Many people, including Lu Qian's subordinates, as well as servants and servants sent by the neighbors, saw all the figures running around in the garden clearly.

Especially the neighbor's troubled young man, wrapped in a quilt and surrounded by guards, ran to watch the fun.

They recognized at a glance a few young masters from the Bai family who were playing well on weekdays. Whether intentionally or not, these guys shouted at the top of their lungs: "Oh, brothers Bai, how elegant are you?"

Bai Lang, Bai Xi, and Bai Changkong's sons hurried over from the front yard with their guards and servants.

Seeing that the monasteries all over the garden were burning like furnaces, they didn't care much. They were just a few houses. If they were burned and then rebuilt, what would it matter?

But when they saw their sons and nephews being watched, Bai Lang and others almost vomited blood and fell to the ground.

In particular, they saw several nephews who were tied to the ground by Lu Qian's men and were screaming for help.

Bai Lang was so angry that he stamped his feet and yelled: "If you don't save me yet...how dare you, how dare you, humiliate Sven like this?"

Lu Qian smiled 'haha', he took two steps forward and let the fire light illuminate him.

"Insulting Wen Wen? Is it possible that they are all brothers of the Bai family?" Lu Qian shouted in a fuss: "Oh, I thought these were monsters and gangsters who took advantage of the chaos and broke into the Bai family with evil intentions."

Before he finished speaking, a five-story exquisite building on a rockery about a dozen feet away collapsed completely next to Lu Qian.

The collapse didn't matter. The collapsed pillars, roof beams and other objects actually fell directly into the inside of the hill. A large pit with a diameter of about ten feet was exposed on the spot. The fire was wrapped in a large number of sparks, and messy things continued to emerge from the pit. out.

"Hiss!" Many people from far and near gasped at the same time.

Even if this five-story building catches fire or collapses, the combined volume of its pillars, beams, etc. is not small. Not to mention, there are a lot of furniture and furnishings in the small building, and some things cannot be destroyed by fire.

If these things collapse, they will pile up into a big pile.

But the remains of the small building actually fell into the large pit below. How big must the pit be? How deep does this pothole have to be? Is there another mystery below?

The faces of Bai Lang, Bai Xi and others became as pale as their last names, as pale as ghosts.

Bai Lang roared angrily: "Drive out the idlers, drive them out!"

'boom'!

In the crater of the collapsed hill, a violent roar rolled up, and several figures burst into smoke and fire, rushing out of the fire with countless sparks.

If they wanted to die, they fell on Lu Qian's side.

Several guards raised their weapons and were about to scold them, when a flash of cold light made their heads fly up, and large amounts of blood rushed up several feet high.