Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Ye Gucheng's whereabouts are unknown, and Fang Lang's location is indeed known to everyone.

But everyone knows that Fang Lang lives in Ouyang Qing's boudoir in the largest red building in the capital. Everyone in the world knows, but no one can go in and find him, because the door of Ouyang Qing's room was locked The sword is guarded so tightly that it is difficult for anyone to break through Guiche's evil spirit and find Fang Lang's trouble.

Because of this, almost no one knows Fang Lang. He can easily bypass the hidden guards guarding around the red building and walk on the street easily.

Autumn. The maple leaves in Xishan are red, and the jade dew in Tianjie is white. Autumn has gradually deepened.

On August 13th, Fang Lang does not need to extend the period of his decisive battle, so their decisive battle is still set on the night of the full moon, and there are two days left. His fighting consciousness does not need to be like people in this world, incense and meditation , so Fang Lang felt a little bored and was going to find Lu Xiaofeng.

morning.

Li Yanbei stepped out of the twelfth mansion out of his thirty mansions and strode along the street filled with morning fog. This man was eight feet one inch tall, tall and strong, full of energy. Thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, eagle nose, serious face, always with a kind of expression close to cruelty, it looks like a leopard that has just sprung out from the primeval forest.

Ten years ago, he was already one of the most powerful people in this ancient city. About a foot behind him, there was a group of people following him, who almost had to run at a running speed to keep up with him. They are wealthy and successful middle-aged people. No one wants to come out of their warm and comfortable home in such a early morning and run on the street in the cold wind, but every morning, they have to go like this.

Because Li Yanbei likes to walk along his fixed route for half an hour at the dawn of dawn. The place was almost his kingdom. At this time, his mind is always very clear, and his judgment is always very correct. He likes his trusted subordinates to follow him, waiting for him to give orders. And this has been his habit for many years, just like the king's early court, whether you like it or not, you must never violate it.

This is probably the most traditional flattery in ancient times.

Even the people in the Zhenyuan Security Bureau are his subordinates, so Li Yanbei's status is very high, at least in terms of black and white, there are very few people who will not give him face.

The sun has not yet risen, and the wind is still carrying the chill of the night. The dead leaves of the autumn trees by the street have already withered, and the dew on the fallen leaves has formed a thin layer of autumn frost.

But the stalls on the breakfast street were already busy. Fang Lang was at the stall, drinking soy milk, watching the group of morning joggers over there. He was waiting for Lu Xiaofeng's arrival.

Maybe it was the atmosphere of the decisive battle that disturbed the entire capital. Even if it was such an early stall, Fang Lang heard the owner of the stall discussing the final battle. Gucheng can win, but... because of the news that Ye Gucheng was injured.

The gambling house has become a little panicky all day long.

Fang Lang knew that Li Yanbei was the one who overwhelmed him because of Lu Xiaofeng.

Li Yanbei clenched his fists and strode hastily. He had walked from the small road in the city gate to the center of the city outside the front gate. He saw Fang Lang, but he only glanced at him. He didn't know Fang Lang, but stopped , suddenly called out: "Sun Chong!"

A person ran out from behind quickly.

Li Yanbei didn't slow down to wait for him, didn't even look at him, but said with a sullen face: "Did I already take care of you, never take any more big business before the fifteenth?"

It is indeed a great prestige.

Fang Lang looked at the pedestrians and smiled a little. The big men behind Li Yanbei were all rich and hardcover, but in front of Li Yanbei, they looked like a dozen nodding and bowing puppies.

Sun Chong said: "Yes."

Li Yanbei said: "Then last night, why did you sell all the sixty-six ghost knives, fifty swords and all the bows and arrows in the warehouse?"

Sun Chong lowered his head, his face had changed, he lowered his head, and said in a muttering voice: "The profit of that business is huge, it's almost worth the capital and the profit, and..."

Li Yanbei sneered, "And business is business, isn't it?"

Sun Chong didn't dare to answer any more, and lowered his head even lower.

An angry look appeared on Li Yanbei's face, and he clenched his fists even tighter. He suddenly asked, "Do you know who the buyer is?"

Sun Chong hesitated, shaking his head, but his eyes were secretly rolling around. At this time, they had just walked onto the narrow Cherry Slope Street, and of course the shops on both sides hadn't opened yet. But at this moment, in the narrow alleys on the left and right, two carts with black awnings suddenly rushed out, blocking them in the middle of the road.

Then, the black canopy that covered the carts suddenly lifted—a dozen black-clothed men were hidden in each cart, and each of them held a Zhang Qiang bow in their hands. The strings of each bow were fully drawn, and the arrows were ready . Just as Sun Chong wanted to rush to the car, Li Yanbei's iron palms grabbed his hands and feet.

Because of the disparity at this moment, Sun Chong was shot to death by the arrows in front of him.

Relying on his strong reflexes, Li Yanbei passed through all these bows and arrows. He sat down on the horse and swung Sun Chong with his backhand. He also wanted to rush into the caravan, but who knew that after the group of archers in front shot random arrows, they immediately fell down, and there was actually another group of archers behind them.

Seeing this scene, the hawker who stood earlier hurriedly hid behind the pillar, and even waved at Fang Lang, calling anxiously to come and hide.

Fang Lang smiled, "Don't you think this scene is very good?"

When the peddler heard the words, he knew that Fang Lang was also a member of the martial arts, so he looked at him with admiration and fear, and stopped talking.

On the opposite side, Li Yanbei seemed to be at an impasse, he

It is very likely that he will be shot to death by these bows and arrows in the next moment, and the people behind him all scattered.

Fang Lang suddenly put down the soy milk and looked towards the eaves on the left.

Suddenly there was a very sharp wind sound. A blue light flashed across the bowstring.

Just listening to "Boom, boom, boom..." a series of crisp sounds like pearls falling on a jade plate, the bowstrings of twenty-eight strong bows were cut by two blue lights at the same time! Then, there was another sound of "Duo", and the blue light nailed to the door panel on the right turned out to be nothing more than two copper coins. ..