The team was vast, with flags and flags waving, and we walked into Wulong City unimpeded.

Along the way, idle people hid as if they were no one, and went straight to the most magnificent mansion in Wulong City.

The five main doors are covered with bucket tiles and loach ridges, and the doors and windows. They are all made of fresh flowers, without red ornamental decoration. They are all water-milled in groups of walls, green willows hang around, and three hanging flower gate towers!

A man with a brocade robe pulled the reins in his hand and raised his arm to stop. The team that was moving slowly immediately stopped. A man in front of the mansion stood with his hands. He was over thirty years old, with three long beards under his forehead and a long green gown that set off his elegance. He slowly walked towards the carriage. The curtain of the carriage was lifted open, and an old man with a majestic face was not smiling. His face was full of red light, his temples were snow-white, and his movements were extremely agile. He stepped on the servant's back and walked down from the carriage.

"Uncle San!" The middle-aged man respectfully bowed to the old man.

"Yeah," nodded. The old man didn't say anything else, and the middle-aged man didn't care. He obviously knew what the old man's temperament was.

Leading the old man directly began to walk into the mansion, winding paths all the way, as if he came to other worlds, with lush trees and brilliant flowers shining, clear streams in the area, winding from the depths of the flowers and trees under the rocks, all kinds of scenery in the mansion were available.

"The third brother is back," walked into the main hall, an old man smiled very brightly.

"Big Brother,"

"The third brother, the farthest, has come back, and everyone has arrived. The elder brother should give his brother an explanation. The ancestors have been working hard to create Wulong City. There are countless ancestors in each room who have died in battle. Three generations have successively built this Wulong City with blood and bones,"

"The second brother said it's right,"

"The glory of Wulong City is the result of our efforts in each house. Although the Changfang lineage is the head of the family, Wulong City is not a Changfang family, but a seven-bedroom house.

"What happened?"

"quiet!"

Boss Feng shouted, and he looked around and preached slowly. "My far-reaching ancestor of the Feng family was originally an escort. He accidentally encountered a strange adventure and stepped into martial arts, awakened the fire of his life, and thus created my Feng family."

"It's not surprising, and similar examples happen all the time in the Central Continent. I don't know how many examples happened in a year. The Feng family prospered because of their distant ancestors. If nothing unexpected happens, it will decline after three generations. But fortunately, our Feng family has thirteen children, seven men and six women, all of which have become talents. They are famous in the west and are admired and passed down as a legend in the world."

"In the early days of Wulong City, a great enemy colluded with horse bandits to attack. It was my Changfang lineage who attacked the enemy camp at night and broke the head of the enemy camp thirty years ago because he was dissatisfied with the monopoly of the northwest trade in the western region. The eight gangs jointly conspired. It was the head of the previous family that rushed to kill Wu Busi, the leader of the Jiaolong Gang, and broke through the Dajiang Gang, which shocked the other six gangs to break their alliance to protect the safety of Wulong City."

"Brother, you didn't mention the key point, why do you provoke Zoroastrianism?"

"Our Feng family established Wulong City and gradually monopolized the western northwest trade gradually flourished. Although it was not among the world's aristocratic families, it was also a top family in the central western region, only under the Zoroastrianism and the Li family in the holy land of the western region."

"There are some holy lands and clans in the world, why are you?" Boss Feng suddenly stood up, he reached out and grabbed it, and a force of attraction was emitted. A volume of pictures was grabbed by him and opened slowly directly. The map of the central continent was spread flat in the center of the hall, floating and standing next to him.

He pointed his hand and continued to preach, "Because the resources in the world are not endless, but there are fixed numbers. There are many ones, and naturally there are few ones. Therefore, the holy land and the clan have always maintained the twelve holy lands and the eight clans,"

"The central part is rich and supports the four holy places and three clans, but my west is barren, and one holy place and one clan is the limit,"

"My Feng family has now reached a bottleneck. The prosperity will lead to decline. If we cannot go further, our Feng family will inevitably usher in decline after prosperity."

"So brother, you plan to make the Feng family a clan," although it was a question, but it was already a certain tone. There were certain aristocratic families and holy places. If the Feng family wanted to be promoted, they naturally chose to pull one of them. The Feng family was among the noble families, and the first choice was naturally Zoroastrianism, because in this way, the Feng family could get the help of the Li family. If other gangs were promoted, they would naturally choose to take down one of them.

"Yes, my Feng family can last forever because my Feng family has always dared to break through and not satisfied with the status quo. Wulong City has gradually become the pillar of the northwest of the west from a small town in the west. The Zhang family and Ma family, which were ranked alongside my Feng family, have now disappeared. Even if they have not disappeared, they will no longer be glorious."

"But the disaster in Wulong City is not that I took the lead, but that the Zoroastrianism took action first," Boss Feng changed his last words and began to explain the current situation. "My Feng family's style of dealing with things has long been known to the world. When it develops to this point, it will naturally have an impact on the Zoroastrianism. It is precisely because of this that the Zoroastrianism took action first. Without waiting for the Feng family to prepare, they will directly organize the eight gangs of remnants to cause trouble in Wulong City."

"I'm wrong with my brother," Feng Laoer apologized to Boss Feng. The tension disappeared without a trace, and the atmosphere once again recovered happily. The two sides began to discuss how to deal with the remnants of the Eight Gangs and the Zoroastrianism.

Yang Qifeng watched all this coldly. As the protagonist, the Feng family occupied a very low position in this curtain, but they were only the opening protagonist and definitely not the final protagonist.

Those with great luck will definitely come into being. Peaceful times will never appear in large numbers. After all, those with great luck also need the setting of the times. Heroes will come from troubled times. Even if there are heroes in peacetime, it is a place where heroes trapped in shallows will be useless. For example, if Emperor Gaozu of Han and Hongwu of Ming Dynasty are not born in troubled times, the two will definitely have no great luck in peacetime.

The curtain opened and the world was chaotic, which gave Yang Qifeng a coincidence. The time he came was so coincidental. As soon as he arrived, he caught up with the prelude of the chaos in the world. Yang Qifeng didn't believe it was such a coincidence. This was definitely the result of someone pinching the temperature. He already knew who it was.

Late at night, Yang Qifeng walked out of the main hall, left the city lord's mansion of the eldest house, returned to his mansion of the three houses and one lineage, and expelled the maid and blocked the surroundings.
Chapter completed!