The low sound of war drums enveloped Qingzhou, and the huge city seemed to have quieted down. There were no pedestrians and vendors on the bustling streets in the past.

The shops along the street also closed their doors.

Jilongshan slowly walked on the street, threw down a piece of silver or two, pulled a piece of clothing from outside a shop, putting it on. The qi and blood were restrained, and the muscles and bones were rubbed, and the body had returned to its normal size.

"Big evil and small good are just like this? Confucian scholars are indeed the most hypocritical group of people in the world, disgusting and disgusting!"

A voice of indifference sounded.

"What big evil and small good, what I want to do, has nothing to do with what good and evil."

Ji Longshan stopped, his sharp eyes swept around, and he could not tell where the person in the dark was.

"Old acquaintance, since he has come, why don't you show up and see him?"

"It's better not to see you, but I'm afraid that if I see you, I will be unable to help but beat you to death."

The calm and indifferent voice seemed to come from all directions, floating and unrestrained, not knowing where it came from.

"There is no shadow in all directions, and the eight extremes are uncertain. Your martial arts are becoming more and more amazing. Unfortunately, martial arts are just martial arts."

Ji Longshan sneered:

"If you don't show up, you're just afraid you're going to be beaten to death by me!"

He looked around coldly, and he was also wary.

His talent is not bad, but he finally became a monk halfway through the journey and had no guidance from a famous teacher. Even if he cultivated the Red Dragon True Gang, his martial arts background is not as good as Tang Bailie and the other four.

Not to mention the person in secret, he can be said to be the person with the strongest martial arts skills he has seen in his life.

"It seems that your body of refining a hundred iron has given you great confidence. Unfortunately, it's not time to motivate me, but I can't."

The calm voice was turbulent, and it seemed to be a little eager to try, but it seemed to be suppressing it even though it was trying hard:

"Don't worry, the time is here, I will show up and beat you to death!"

As the voice echoed, the breath gradually faded away.

“Ha~”

Jilong Mountain stands in the long street, staring around, with a glimmer of light in her eyes:

"Ask... did he bear the Tao fruit?"

When he frowned, a young man with a green face walked out of the alley next to him, came to him, and knelt on one knee:

"Subor Luo Zhong, pay homage to the big dragon head."

"How about outside the city?"

Ji Longshan calmed down, glanced at the person in front of him, and asked indifferently.

This person is named Luo Zhong, but he is not a young man. He has practiced an extremely strange martial art. He seems young, but in fact he is already fifty years old.

He is one of the masters in Changliu Mountain, second only to the six major bandits.

"Most of you brothers have arrived, and the Green Forest brothers from other prefectures and counties have also rushed out of the city. At this moment, they should have settled in the refugee city built by Xu Wenji.

Just wait for the big leader to give the order to exert force..."

Luo Zhong looked solemn, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried:

"But Qingzhou City is loose outside and tight inside, there are many masters near the city wall, and half of the divine arm crossbows have been demolished into the city, or they may be in defense and should be combined outside, so it is difficult to remove them.

If it is not removed, once the city is attacked, there will be many casualties and injuries..."

How powerful is the Divine Arm Crossbow?

If an arrow is shot out, hundreds of people wearing heavy armor will be shot to the opposite end and cannot destroy the God-arm crossbow. Then many people will die.

"Just just follow the orders."

Ji Longshan has no expression on his face.

Luo Zhong gritted his teeth and said with a tough bullet:

"Big Dragon Head, you are very skilled in martial arts, maybe you are not afraid, but my brothers are really worried, if so, if so..."

As he said that, he handed over a letter.

"Luo Zhong, do you know why I trust you alone and tell you what I do?"

Ji Longshan said slowly.

"Yes, because the subordinates are the most obedient..."

Luo Zhong's face turned pale. At the end of his speech, he immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to ask anything more.

"Go."

Ji Longshan sent him away, opened the letter and glanced at it, breathing his breath, shattering it.

"Are you a mob..."

Taking out a handkerchief and gently rubbing the palm of the hand that opened the letter, Ji Longshan murmured to himself and disappeared on the street.

...

...

On the other street, a group of Liushemen's heads with ugly faces were carrying several seriously injured Yinzhang heads and heads towards Liushemen's headquarters.

"Mr. Tang..."

Looking at Tang Bailie who was coughing up blood on the door panel, Tiefeng looked sad.

As one of the most elite captains under the Six Gate bronze seal, he naturally saw the task of siegeing and killing Ji Longshan from the beginning.

The four silver seal captains, including Yu Xuan and Bu Lingxu, were the most injured and the strongest external skills of the Hengzheng team, and were almost beaten to pieces.

Especially Tang Bailie, after swallowing a lot of injured medicine, he could hardly stop coughing up blood. If it weren't for the powerful vitality provided by the twelve blood exchanges, he would have been dead at this time.

"I can't die."

Tang Bailie turned over and coughed up a mouthful of black blood, swept over the captains with low morale, obviously resentment and worry, and sighed:

"This battle has nothing to do with others, and we are not as strong as others. But even if Ji Longshan has excellent supernatural powers, his foundation will be shallow and he will wait until the general captain returns.

He will definitely break his magical powers and capture and kill him!"

"The chief arrester..."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and was a little better, but they were still worried and nervous.

The martial arts of the General Captain are mysterious, but few people have seen them after all. They have witnessed the battle before.

At this moment, I was extremely cautious and afraid.

This is no longer an existence they can deal with.

"Forget it."

Tang Bailie stopped talking and closed his eyes.

Soon, the crowd had turned around the six doors and, under the guidance of Tang Bailie, carried him to a rockery campus and dispersed.

"Are you blaming me?"

After a brief silence, a sound echoed in the courtyard.

"Ahem..."

Tang Bailie coughed up blood, struggled to sit up, and tried hard to regulate his breathing, and then replied:

"I don't dare."

"Don't dare? It seems that you are indeed blaming me."

The calm voice echoed in the courtyard:

"You have seen magical powers with your own eyes, but you still have no idea about Taoist fruit. You only know that the disaster is far-reaching, but you don't know how great the disaster is."

Tang Bailie did not answer and calmed down his breath.

After the violent anger, although he was lucky enough to die, he was seriously injured. Not to mention that in just a while, even in three to five years, he might not be able to get better.

"Do you know, the Battle of Liujishan fifty years ago?"

A dull-faced young man walked out from behind the rockery.

This young man has an ordinary height and ordinary facial features. No matter from any angle, he is ordinary and can't find it in a crowd of people.

The only difference between ordinary people is his appearance, as dull as if he had no expression at all.

This person is the chief inspector of Qingzhou, Fang Qidao.

He patted Tang Bailie's shoulder lightly, breathing inside to heal his wounds.

"call!"

The Xionghun's inner breath passed into his body, and Tang Bailie felt the stinging pain slowed down, and his face also had a hint of blood:

"Is it?"
To be continued...