The Magic Outfit

At noon, Su Tang, Xi Xiaoru, Erlang and Balang climbed a hill together, overlooking the hill, and saw the crowd at the foot of the mountain, and countless men and women were walking while laughing.

"How is it so lively?" Erlang said suspiciously.

"This is the Golden Flower Society." Su Tang has read all the materials of Fengyu Building, and naturally understands what is going on.

"Golden Flower Club?" Balang said: "I've never heard of this sect."

"The Golden Flower Society has nothing to do with spiritual practice. It is a traditional festival in Shacheng." Su Tang laughed and said: "There is a kind of chrysanthemum near Shacheng. Because it can only grow in sand, it is also called sand chrysanthemum. Countless sand chrysanthemums are used, and slowly it is called Jinhuahui. "

"Go, let's go down and see." Xi Xiaoru was a little curious.

The four people walked down the hill and slowly approached the flow of people.They came here to prepare for a robbery. Except Su Tang, the spirit implements were carried on the body. Xi Xiaoru needless to say, Erlang was carrying two battles behind his shoulders. Axe, and a long sword hung from Balang's waist, this dress makes people know their identity at a glance, but some girls in the crowd are not afraid of them, screaming and rushing out, grabbing from the bamboo basket When something got up, he threw it at the four of them.

A cloud of golden flower rain was thrown in the hands of the girls, and fluttering down and down, plus the smiling smiles of the girls, the scene looked extremely beautiful.

Some people in Su Tang were more or less hung some petals.The girls turned their heads and got into the crowd.They continued to throw chrysanthemum petals while running.In a blink of an eye, the road they passed had become a golden

It is impossible for the passing people to recognize them, but there are always people who smile to this side, this friendly atmosphere is not only to make Erlang and Balang stunned, even Su Tang who knows a lot of insides is also a little lost.

The practice is too sinister, and they are used to killing. Seriously, almost no practitioner is Yu Jing. The scene in front of him and the world they are familiar with seem to be incompatible.

"A girl of this age ... what should I say ... It's so beautiful." Su Tang sighed: "Is it like this, am I old?"

The girls responsible for spreading flowers in the Golden Flower Society were mostly around fifteen or six years old. They said they were big or small, they understood some things, but their hearts were still pure and their smiles were brighter than one.

"Our brothers have also traveled a lot, but have never seen such a grand day, it seems ... we really underestimated the Xie family." Erlang sighed.

"It has nothing to do with Xie's family." Su Tang said: "Shacheng can have such a scene, thanks to the power of Yu Wencheng and Mr. Yu Da of Tingfeng Pavilion."

"Oh?" Balang frowned, he just wanted to speak, and a group of girls ran to them, throwing petals at them, Balang closed his mouth, and when the girls ran away, he whispered: " Hearing Qingxue, Brother Su, have you laid down the stormy tower of Jingtao City? "

"How?" Su Tang asked back.

"Brothers Su are so young and naturally ambitious. It will not take long before they turn their attention here?" Balang said.

"That will be the future." Su Tang said lightly: "Now the conditions are not mature enough."

"By then, Brother Su will be kind enough." Balang said slowly: "Since Brother Su also thinks the scenery in front of him is beautiful, don't ruin it completely."

"That Mr. Yu Da can make the people here laugh so happily, he is qualified to have a hospice." Erlang said.

Su Tang did not speak, because he could not make any guarantees, and no one could predict how the situation would develop.

"Xie family and Mr. Yu Da all the way?" Balang asked.

"No." Su Tang shook his head and said: "There has been a conflict, and Mr. Yu Da is the one who swallowed with endurance. They can't afford Xie's family."

"It's strange ..." Balang murmured, "Why is Wushan so close to Shacheng, how could it be possible to watch Tingfengge take root and take root? For me, Tingfengge was destroyed long ago."

"Xie's family has become a climate and has its own spirit." Su Tang said: "This piece of sand city, they are insignificant. Besides, Mr. Yu Da is very popular in the sand city. Knowing how many people you want to kill is not good, so why do you make people angry and angry? Also, when they fled south, they were like the dogs of the bereavement family. It was the land of Shacheng that accepted them. The rabbits did not eat nest grass. Your own scruples. "

"So ... Brothers Su also looked down upon Shacheng?" Balang smiled.

"I am different from the Xie family. They want resources, and I want people." Su Tang said.

At this time, many warriors came to Su Tang along the sides of the crowd, but just looked at Su Tang and others for a few moments.

"They are people who listen to Feng Ge?" Erlang said.

"It should be." Su Tang said.

Balang tilted his feet and looked at the back of the crowd: "How many people are there? I can't see the side yet."

"Usually half of the people in Shacheng will come to the Golden Flower Fair." Su Tang smiled and said: "In front they will go back and cross Shacheng's main street, and then sprinkle the remaining petals in the sea, also It's over.

During the time they were talking, there was a burst of crying in front of them, very far away, and blocked by the hill, and they could only see a group of black crushed people around.

"Go, let's see what happened." Erlang said.

A few minutes later, Su Tang and others arrived, and without the spirit pulse running, their strength was far superior to ordinary people, and they squeezed in easily.

A girl was squatting on the ground and weeping. There were seven or eight samurai wearing black stiff suits.It was obviously not a person who listened to the wind pavilion.It was headed by a teenager, about sixteen or seven years old, only he was wearing The big red robe was worn with many ornaments all around him, and when he spoke with his fingers, the ornaments also clanged.

"What are you crying about? If you broke the master's stuff, do you think it will be over when you cry?" The teenager shouted impatiently: "And the master did not let you lose. Drilling from here, the master let you go , This is not enough?

"Master Xie, she has drilled twice, you deliberately make trouble for people," a samurai who listened to the wind pavilion could not help but shouted.

"Go here, where can you speak?" The teenager glared.

In terms of numbers, the samurai who listened to the wind pavilion was several times as powerful as the other, but the momentum was far inferior to others. Upon hearing the master's applause, the samurai who spoke just now retreated timidly.

"Did you drill or not?" The boy cried.

The crying girl wiped her tears and crawled to the teenager aggrievedly. The teenager spread his legs and waited with a smile.

The girl's head had just been drilled from under the teenager's crotch.The teenager suddenly sat down and was riding on the girl's neck.The girl should have suffered a loss before.I also thought about how to deal with it.I immediately bent down and used both hands and feet to speed up The speed wanted to rush over, but the teenager was a warrior after all, sitting down hard, not she can fight, and then with a pop, the girl was crushed to the ground, most of her face was buried in the mud, and the teenager was still firmly Riding on her neck.

The samurai in black costumes made a loud laugh, while the samurai listening to the wind pavilion all showed angry colors, but no one dared to stand up.

"Nice scenery, why did this kind of thing pop up suddenly?" Erlang yelled, "It's like drinking a wine, and a fly flies into my mouth, which is disgusting."

Erlang didn't want to cover himself up. His voice was very loud. Most people around him could hear clearly. A pair of eyes gathered and focused on Erlang.

The teenager was furious and looked sideways. As a result, when he saw Xi Xiaoru, he immediately forgot about Erlang's rudeness and walked straight towards him.

Su Tang said that the flowers of the girls are extremely beautiful, but only psychologically, reminding him of the carefree years. If they are more than appearances, those girls are far from Xi Xiaoru.

"Xiao Mei Niu, where are you from?" The teenager smiled and said: "It should not be Shacheng, otherwise I must have seen you before."

"Get off." Xi Xiaoru said coldly.

"Let some respect" The samurai in black behind the boy immediately gathered around, and a samurai shouted, "This is Xie's Thirteen Young Men"

Xi Xiaoru didn't even take these samurai's eyes into consideration, but Su Tang's plan was to rob Xie's caravan, lead all Xie's practitioners out, and then wipe them out one by one. It's not the time for trouble, so, She forced herself to suppress her emotions and turned her eyes elsewhere.

When Xi Xiaoru did this, the warriors of the Xie family sensed a false signal that Xi Xiaoru was afraid and flinched.

"What are you talking about? Don't frighten people," the boy shouted unpleasantly. Then he pushed away the samurai in front of him, and walked over to Xi Xiaoru and said, "Little beautiful girl, don't be afraid, don't be afraid ... Not a bad guy. "

Xi Xiaoru was furious, and the practitioners would always speak with strength. Her habitual probing hand grasped the handle of the knife. At this time, she remembered Su Tang's plan, and let go of her hatred.

It is probably Su Tang who can let Xi Xiaoru grievance himself like this.

The teenager and the black warrior were startled at first, only to find that Xi Xiaoru's Tiansha sword was ridiculously large, then Xi Xiaoru withdrew his hand, and they chuckled softly.

This is typical of the outside world

"Wow, such a big knife," the teenager sighed, "Little beautiful girl, come, cut here, it's okay, cut here, cut here ..." The boy said his hand while gesturing his neck At the same time, he joined Xi Xiaoru. In this land, there is no one who dares to publicly thank his family. He is confident enough.

Eight meters, five meters ... The young man came up with his face drooling, Su Tang shook his head and took a step back. Seeing that the pockmarked face was getting closer and closer, Xi Xiaoru couldn't help but pull out the Tiansha knife, the blade In the past, the young man's hand drawn between the necks, together with the neck, was cut off at the same time.