At this time, the night sky was clear of dark clouds and the stars were beginning to appear, witnessing that the elements of this world were boiling at any time, and a real martial-level group fight was about to break out.

But Feng Qinglang resisted the boundless pressure and watched Captain Poison Dragon twitch all over. The endless pain completely buried him, his breathing changed from rapid to vague, and his ears changed from hot to cold, and then to

The spasm seeping out from the sea of ​​souls finally stops, and death comes completely...

Luo Minhao couldn't help but let out an angry cry, as if he felt the anger of this strong man, and the entire space trembled. The overwhelming darkness accompanied Luo Minhao's rapid movement and swept towards Feng Qinglang.

What no one expected was that Feng Qinglang finally turned her head at this moment and smiled kindly: "Don't get excited, I'll just let it go."

The Captain of the Poison Dragon in his hand immediately fell from the air. Luo Minhao hesitated for a moment, then changed his direction and chased the Captain of the Poison Dragon where he fell. If he had allowed himself to fall, Captain Poison Dragon would definitely have no bones left. That would be too terrible.

These allies were heartbroken. They were just a few feet away, but they didn't even bother to pick up one of their own men.

The strong men had already moved towards Feng Qinglang's position, surrounding him in a ring. Feng Qinglang also moved, not very quickly, but they had already distanced themselves in an instant.

At this time, Luo Minhao below let out a second angry roar, this time more indignant than before. He caught up with the "Captain Poison Dragon" and found that it was nothingness. He, the guardian of the principality, was actually killed by an illusion.

Fooled.

Looking up, the poor captain was still being carried by Feng Qinglang like a doll.

Luo Minhao once again rushed towards Feng Qinglang. This time he attacked with anger. Both his momentum and speed increased by three points.

"Don't be excited, I will give it back to you this time!" Feng Qinglang threw the captain in his hand behind Luo Minhao. Luo Minhao was about to ignore it in anger, but the captain suddenly let out a weak breathing sound, and Luo Minhao

Surprised, this bastard Du Long is not dead?

He turned around and went back to catch Lord Poison Dragon. This time, he finally caught him firmly, but the Poison Dragon in his arms was already cold all over and his blood had turned into acid. How could there be any breath of life left?

The most hateful thing was that the corpse seemed to be controlled by some force and exploded with a bang. Not only was Luo Minhao covered in blood and flesh, but several strong men nearby were also affected.

This completely angered these powerful people, but Feng Qinglang had no trace left. He just broke through the blockade of multiple laws and disappeared at the end of the night sky.

Obsidian Principality.

The morning sun was exceptionally bright, but for Feng Qinglang, it was a bit dazzling, because under the leadership of Nan Xinghun, they had to hurry.

Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong looked back from time to time, as if they were worried that a large group of cavalry would rush out from the end of the official road. The leader was waving the flag of the poisonous dragon.

Feng Qinglang didn't have any worries in this regard, so he followed them in a state of pretending to be asleep, not hastily or slowly.

After last night's conversation, Nan Xinghun felt that he had become much closer to Feng Qinglang. Seeing Feng Qinglang's low energy, he asked with concern: "Hey, my dear fellow student, why did you go last night? The God of Sleep is busy

Are you reluctant to leave after following your horse?"

Feng Qinglang replied casually: "I went to destroy the Poison Dragon Legion's headquarters last night."

Nan Xinghun laughed loudly: "It seems that you had a good dream, but the process was too intense and you didn't recall it. Well, you don't have to worry, this is the territory of the Obsidian Principality, unless the Poison Dragon people lose their minds and go crazy.

, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to cross the line easily.”

Nan Yong's focus was obviously not on this. He stared at the horse under Feng Qinglang's crotch, and finally couldn't help but said: "Mr. Feng Qinglang, your horse looks worse than you, as if it had been working hard all night.

Look, you...you probably did something weird to it, right?"

Feng Qinglang glared and didn't bother to pay attention. Nan Xinghun was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, and then laughed heartlessly.

At this time, the rumble of horse hoofs really came from the official road behind them, and the expressions of Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong suddenly changed.

Fortunately, the flag that appeared was not the poisonous dragon flag they were worried about, but a flag with thorns wrapped around a huge orchid. It seemed like a very majestic family emblem.

"Young Master, that's a member of the Lan family." Nan Yong's tone contained a hint of unfair indignation.

Nan Xinghun nodded, his expression changed from worry to embarrassment, as if he was unwilling to face this flag.

He whispered: "Forget it, there happens to be a small teahouse on the roadside, we just give way."

Feng Qinglang blinked. Could it be that these two families were feuding? If so, Nan Ling was being unkind. The information he gave did not include the existence of this family.

The three of them tied their horses to the temporary stable next to the official road and walked into the small teahouse. Feng Qinglang felt that it was necessary to understand the possible troubles in the future and asked, "Who are the Lan family?"

Nan Xinghun looked even more embarrassed, and Nan Yong answered first: "Those are a bunch of bastards, they can be considered a wealthy family in the Obsidian Principality. I once arranged a baby marriage with them, but they disliked the decline of our family, and the young master... didn't either

She showed her due talent, so she broke off the engagement at the beginning of this year..."

Nan Yong almost said out loud that the young master had no talent, but luckily he changed his mind in time.

Nan Xinghun smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, okay, Nan Yong, that's human nature, just let it go."

Nan Yong couldn't help but add: "I think that Lan Dandan was so kind to the young master before, but when he broke off the engagement, he had such a cold face again, huh!"

Nan Xinghun had no choice but to say: "Oh, that was a thing of the past. Well, every peerless strong man has some unsatisfactory experiences at the beginning of his growth, such as being broken off by others. This is how they can move forward in the future.

The motivation.”

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said: "Then did you get any motivation from it?"

Nan Xinghun's momentum was immediately suppressed and he was embarrassed. He changed the subject and said: "Hey, there is a seat over there, let's sit down."

As soon as the three of them sat down, they discovered that the rumble of horse hooves had stopped from outside.

Nan Yong frowned and said, "Damn it, do they want to rest here too?"

If there was only one word to describe this group of people, it would be "magnificence." Three luxurious carriages, more than thirty sturdy guards, all tall and tall horses, carrying the thorn orchid flags, instantly transformed the temporary building outside the teahouse.

The stables are full.

When the teahouse owner saw the lineup and the flag waving in the bright sun, he hurriedly rushed out of the teahouse and greeted them respectfully.

The strong man at the head said loudly: "Our Lan family has taken care of this place. We will pay your bills. If you have offended me, please forgive me!"

Although the words were offended, the tone was completely condescending and arrogant.

Even if the guests in the teahouse could not recognize the striking thorn orchid flag, they still recognized that the fists of these big men were bigger than ordinary people, and they hurriedly evacuated the small teahouse in twos and threes.

Nan Yong cursed a few times in his mouth, but still expressed his position: "Master, we don't want to meet them anymore, so we just need to withdraw!"

After speaking, he felt that this was a loss, and even shouted to the waiter: "Hey, come and pack twenty buns."

Who would have thought that Nan Xinghun's stubborn temper got out of hand, and he sat still, looking like a master, and slowly drank a cup of tea.

Feng Qinglang didn't move either. Nan Xinghun's position was his position. Besides, he still carried the hostility from last night that hadn't faded away yet.

All the other guests in the teahouse had quickly left, except for this small and unsightly corner. The strong man at the head immediately snorted, walked up to them, raised his voice slightly and said, "Three friends, you didn't hear me clearly.

? We are all people walking on the road, and having poor eyesight is not a good thing."

The threatening tone in the other party's tone made Nan Xinghun frown. She finally turned around and said with a smile: "Lancheng Nursing Home, it's so majestic!"

The strong man named Lan Chengshi was stunned at first, but then he immediately recognized the eldest young master of the Nan family. There was no awe on his face. Instead, he added an inexplicable sarcasm: "It turns out he is the young master of the Nan family.

Ah, hehe, what a fate."

The sinister tone in that tone made Nan Yong unable to help but say: "Our young master, like yours, went to the academy to take the entrance exam."

Lan Chengshi nodded and said: "Since that's the case, then we will be the host of this meal. You can get on your way as soon as possible."

Such ruthlessness made Nan Yong blush immediately, while Nan Xinghun smiled instead, unmoved and showing no intention of standing up.

Feng Qinglang was even more so. He stood next to the chair and looked at the big man with interest, and then at the people who were ready outside the door, as if such a stalemate could bring him pleasure.

This made Minister Lan Cheng angry. I couldn't cure Nan Xinghun, but I was afraid of you, my follower, so I cursed: "You fat guy with four eyes, what do you think you are looking at?"

Feng Qinglang immediately glared at him. Even if he was called fat, now he also added four eyes. How much of a personal attack was this?

But his indignation is reflected on his current face, which shows more of a comic honesty, as if he is trying very hard to mock the other person.
Chapter completed!