Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 907

Patriarch's diary!

Qian Yilan's eyes couldn't help but wiped an excited look, and hurriedly said, "Is this the diary of a single person, or the diary of a thousand family masters?"

Tie Mian glanced roughly, "It should be the Patriarch of the past generations. Before Qianjun, there was also the diary of the Patriarch of the previous generation, Qian Jinghui."

"It seems that the diary of the Patriarch of the Thousands of Patriarchs is passed down in the hands of the Patriarchs of the past. The purpose is to allow the new Patriarch to gain experience, observe and learn from it." Luo Feng said, looking at Qian Yilan, "The truth you want, perhaps, right here."

Qian Yilan's beautiful eyes showed a glow of heat.

After the iron face let go, she couldn't wait to sit down.

She wants to know the truth back then!

A diary is a memorandum of a person's life.

What you write to yourself will not deceive yourself.

However, the diary of Qian Jinghui's life is too long. For a time, it is difficult for Qian Yilan to find the true of that year.

"Old Qian, this computer will be handed over to you, you can take it back and check it slowly." Luo Feng smiled, "Anyway, the Patriarch's diary is here, and everything will come to light."

Qian Yilan nodded gently.

Soon after Qian Yilan cleaned up, she took the laptop and left the headquarters of Mandala Security Company.

The iron-faced judge did not ask much about the relationship between Qian Yilan and the Qian family, "Boss, Mo Chuyun, has entered the mysterious water palace." The judge said.

Luo Feng's body still couldn't help but shake slightly, his eyes widened, and for a moment, he nodded gently.

Mo Chuyun, she wouldn't be indifferent knowing that Huajian laughed in the mysterious water palace.

She can't do it.

Even after nine deaths, she went there resolutely.

Luo Feng had already thought that he had no reason to stop Mo Chuyun.

"During this time, the mysterious water palace, there is still no change?" Luo Feng asked.

"Everything remains the same." The judge sighed slightly, "No one who entered the mysterious water palace returned. Every once in a while, blood still flows out."

This water palace is like a wild beast lurking in the bottom of the water, opening its blood basin and swallowing people close to it!

"However, there are more and more forces around the mysterious water palace." The judge said in a deep voice, "Many people know that the more dangerous the mysterious water palace, then, the more it means that the treasures inside will The more precious!"

Even if it is bloody, there will be more people and more forces rushing to it.

"How about the loss of the Huangquan Gang?" Luo Feng asked Tie Mian.

There was a bitterness on the iron face.

"This storm came too suddenly, there is no warning at all! And the intensity of the attack is unprecedented! The other party intends to destroy the Huangquan Gang." The iron face gritted his teeth, "Even if emergency measures are taken, the Huangquan Gang has been seized. Industry, more than 70%!"

The real loss is heavy!

"Ouyang Jingtian, I will take this account to him." Luo Feng's eyes were cold, "Isn't he aloof? I want him to fall from the altar!"

Luo Feng has a plan in mind.

After the three brothers chatted for a while, Tiemian sent Luo Feng back to school, then changed the car and went back home.

It's already midnight.

The iron-faced car drove slowly into the residential area. As soon as the car stopped, the iron-faced car noticed the unusual breath.

Push the door and get out of the car, looking like a torch, sweeping around coldly, "Come out!"

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Several figures flashed out.

Walking Jie, Guan Ge Pai, Zhao Ceshuo!

The three of them surrounded the iron face, their eyes filled with anger.

"You really made us wait." Walking Jie said in a deep voice with cold eyes.

The eyes of the three were full of warfare.

In the past few days, after being strongly suppressed by Ouyang Jingtian, then lightly abused by the golden-faced heroes, the three masters of the Xuanyuan Pavilion Zhejiang-Hangzhou branch are almost nowhere to be found.

Tonight, it's time to let out a bad breath.

"Hell team, iron face?" Guan Gaopai glanced at the iron face and sneered. "The reputation is very loud, but I don't know how many catties it can be."

The iron face narrowed his eyes, "I'm afraid you can't even weigh it for a few kilos."

"Arrogant!" Zhao Ceshuo stepped forward, "I don't know how high the sky is." As he spoke, Zhao Ceshuo rushed forward, his arm like iron, slapped hard against the iron face.

call!

A gust of wind whistled and swept violently.

boom!

The iron face is booming!

The two figures stepped back at the same time.

"Yes, so-so." Tiemian's mouth raised.

Zhao Ceshuo's pupils shrank suddenly, his expression was a bit solemn, "This son is not easy."

The palm of the hand just now seemed to be evenly divided, but Zhao Ceshuo was the one who took the initiative to attack.

In contrast, Zhao Ceshuo fell behind.

The other two also saw this scene, frowning and walking up, surrounded by iron.

They can't lose this battle!

They are the top three masters in the Zhejiang-Hangzhou branch!

Say it's too late, then soon!

The three masters shot together.

call! call! call!

In a moment of violent wind, the three tyrannical forces converged and interlaced, like wolves and tigers roar, biting towards the iron surface.

Majestic!

Tie Mian immediately felt an oppressive force rolling towards him, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top.

"Good come!" Tiemian's footsteps quickly retreated, and his fighting spirit was immediately high. After taking advantage of the momentum, he suddenly turned, and the fantasy palm slapped it out.

"Yaoyang God Palm!"

Wow!

The dark night, the sun is shining!

The palm is blazing, like the sun and the moon in the palm, vast and dazzling!

Almost instantly, the three of them closed their eyes at the same time, but at this moment, they suddenly felt an extremely dangerous atmosphere forcing them!

"not good!"

"Rewind!"

As soon as the words fell, the iron face's fierce offensive had rushed up like a ruin, and the internal force matched the physical strength, so that the iron face could also burst out of the strength of the Jiuding power!

The trio of walking Jie can also be comparable to the Jiuding powerhouses, but now they are defeated by the iron face, and the iron face will naturally not give him a chance to breathe, and the offensive is swift and fierce.

boom! boom!

Boom!

The iron-faced Yaoyang **** palm, for the first time!

The domineering power, even the iron face feels pleasantly surprised.

"Tsk tsk, it's the thing that the boss took out!" Tiemian's mouth turned up, smiled, condescending, standing with hands, eyes slanting at the three people who were struggling on the ground, "three masters?" When did it start, the Xuanyuan Pavilion Zhejiang-Hangzhou branch is already so bad!"

The trio of walking Jie's faces were gray, their eyes erupted with anger, and their bodies trembled violently.

Lost again!

Moreover, he was humiliated by his opponent.

This is not over yet.

Tiemian smiled and added, "You three ointment hands are the ointment that sells dog skin plasters!"

The three of them turned red and purple!

Shaking with anger.

"I'm fighting with you!" Walking Jie roared and rushed up, and in a blink of an eye he was bombarded with an iron face.

The iron face arched his hand towards Walking Jie, "It really is anointed, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

puff!

Walking Jie spit out old blood.