"This girl is so weird, why no one picks up her bride?"

"Who knows, stay away, if..."

In Jintao City, Fu Jiang, wearing a red wedding dress, entered the city alone and headed towards Fengyu Pavilion.

Many people on the way pointed at each other, as if they were discussing something. Many men were also immersed in the unique temperament that Fujiang exuded. If it weren't for the broad daylight, they would have had some bad thoughts.

"Who is this girl looking for?" At the gate of Fengyu Pavilion, two Fengyu Pavilion disciples reached out to stop Fujiang.

Fujiang stopped and said in a charming voice: "Come and collect a debt."

The two disciples of Fengyu Pavilion looked at each other. They were dressed up, so they were here to collect debts, right?

This is the romantic debt left by a senior brother in the sect. Today, he came to the door. Moreover, if this red wedding dress is not handled properly, he will not be able to get it right.

"I dare to ask the girl who is looking for me in Fengyu Pavilion, so I can go in and report it." This person who is the doorkeeper must have eyesight.

Especially the people in the martial arts world, who knows whether an ordinary person would be a powerful man who has no name? And in the case of the other party, if this is really a romantic debt left by a senior brother, it would suddenly climb onto their heads.

"Zhenjiang Dragon King Gu Tiancheng."

"Miss...will the girl take us and wait for happiness?" The disciple of Fengyu Pavilion who was guarding the door looked unhappy. Can he not know about this Dragon King Gu Tiancheng of Zhenjiang?

This is the owner of their Fengyu Pavilion.

"No, what I'm going to collect is the life debt of the Dragon King of Zhenjiang Gu Tiancheng." After Fu Jiang said that, he had stepped into the Fengyu Pavilion at some point, and only the voice was still echoing in the minds of the two disciples.

When the two of them reacted, they turned around and shouted: "Stop the woman in the wedding dress, she is here to make trouble."

This kind of body technique and light skills are obviously not a simple person at first glance. In addition, the combination of the three words "debt of life" will definitely be extraordinary.

Hearing this, all the disciples in Fengyu Pavilion became alert.

"I don't know what life debt I owe, can I say it bluntly?" A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and a well-looking man walked slowly down the stairs with a long sword on his waist, believing that he had a hint of majesty of staying in a high position for a long time. Although he was not as good as Emperor Chu, he also had the style of a famous family in every move.

This person is Gu Tiancheng, the Dragon King of Zhenjiang.

Gu Tiancheng naturally realized that Fu Jiang was not easy to mess with, so he took action himself.

If it were someone else, it would definitely not be him who came out. But in Gu Tiancheng's eyes, Fu Jiang's strength is at least a martial arts realm that he is not on the level of martial arts. Although he did not know when he offended the other party, he has risen all the way, with many good connections and offended many enemies.

Anyone with a name and a surname in the world has more friends and more enemies.

"Someone spends money to buy your life." Toojiang's voice was frivolous and arrogant, and seemed to have a smile.

A cold light flashed in Gu Tiancheng's eyes. People who can spend money to buy his life may have a lot of bids. There are fewer people who can afford to pay, and even fewer people who can invite a strong man without seeing Jun.

"It seems that Gu's head is quite valuable. I wonder where the distinguished guest comes from?" Gu Tiancheng asked, saying, "This means asking you what your origin is?

Fu Jiang smiled softly: "Money Gang, Hong Niang."

As soon as the words were finished, everyone's eyes flashed, and a red shadow flashed by, and the sound of close-killing gold and iron clashing sounded in the Fengyu Pavilion.

Gu Tiancheng's long sword was unsheathed at some point. With the long sword crossed, it easily blocked Fu Jiang's tricky Xuanyin Three Swords.

"The Three Swords of Xuanyin, I didn't expect that in addition to the 9,000-year-old blessings, there would be someone else who would use them." Gu Tiancheng's tone was filled with fear, as if he was thinking about what the money gang originated. With such a martial arts powerhouse in charge, how could he be unknown in the world?

But Fujiang didn't answer, and he turned a little bit by the air under his feet, his figure turned into a red shadow and retreated. A roll of red wedding dresses, silver needles flew out of the wedding dresses.

Gu Tiancheng's pupils shrank, and the long sword in his hand turned into a storm, and sword lights flashed through the entire Fengyu Pavilion.

The jingling sword and silver striking sounds endlessly.

Gu Tiancheng also realized that the Hongniang of the Money Gang had been desperate. He immediately had a light skill, and his speed was as ethereal as the wind, and his speed was no less than that of the red shadow transformed by Fujiang.

In an instant, the long sword in his hand was in a turbulent state of wind and rain, and he took Fu Jiang's key points.

Fu Jiang's three Xuanyin swords in his hand were one sword on the left and right, and he raised his hand to block it lightly. The remaining sword was kicked out from under his skirt and headed towards Gu Tiancheng's throat like a golden thread.

The two of them fought very quickly, from the simple test at the beginning to the fact that all the disciples in Fengyu Pavilion can't see the movements clearly.

Only a red shadow is seen constantly fighting with another wind and rain.

Fortunately, the disciples of Fengyu Pavilion are not fools. Seeing this situation, a small number of people watching the fun were still there, and most of them hurriedly escaped from this place. If they were bumped into each other, they would not even lose their lives.

This was a big deal, which naturally attracted a lot of attention, but most of them stood far away, and the entire Fengyu Pavilion was almost broken by the two.

What kind of true energy bursts, sword light, cold light, red shadow, and golden silk, can be regarded as extremely luxurious.

Gu Tiancheng doesn't care. As long as he can win, his reputation will be higher than that. Then, someone will naturally contribute money and efforts to rebuild Fengyu Pavilion.

As for losing?

If you don’t even have life, then you can’t care about anything else.

"It's been several years since Zhenjiang Dragon King took action. The last time he took action, it seemed to be a sword test with the Master Qingtian Sword of Wanjian Sect. He narrowly defeated the opponent with one move, and now he takes action again, and I don't know who he is facing?"

"It's a woman wearing a wedding dress, named Hong Niangzi. According to her, she seems to be a member of the Money Gang, but where is the power of the Money Gang? Why have you never heard of it?"

"I have heard of it. A few days ago, when I came back from Denning City, there was a refugee outside who was the Money Gang. The origin was quite mysterious, but I don't know if it was the same one."

"Then what is the virtue of the refugees? I'm afraid they are just the same name. If such a master is really in charge, how could they be among the refugees?"

"Look, the two of them stopped. I'm afraid they're going to decide the winner."

The noisy discussion in the distance stopped and saw the red shadows separated from the wind and rain. After the two landed, they stood on one side.

The Xuanyin three swords in Fujiang's hand hid them in his wedding dress, and said charmingly in his voice: "The money has landed, but the head is not guaranteed, but what are the last words?"

The long sword in Gu Tiancheng's hand had broken at some point, and his body seemed to be in danger and his breath was not messy. Everyone looked at Fu Jiang with some confusion, wondering what this meant.

"If you are in the world, you can't help but have no regrets." Gu Tiancheng's tone still looked full of energy.

Fu Jiang threw out a copper coin in his hand and landed at Gu Tiancheng's feet. The sound of the copper coin landed on the ground was loud and everyone present heard the copper coin landed on the ground.

Then Fu Jiang turned around and left, like red shadows following him, with only the copper coins that were spinning on the ground. The four words "Faith can be connected to the gods" were engraved on the body, and the falling head of Gu Tiancheng and the spreading blood were immersed and dyed red.

For a moment, everyone was silent. What was the situation?

The Dragon King of Zhenjiang was clearly full of energy and stable breath, but the sword in his hand was broken. Why did he just fall into the ground and his head fell off?

...

[Kill the Dragon King of Zhenjiang Gu Tiancheng and get 10000020000]

Yin Changsheng looked at the kill prompts refreshed in front of him and knew that Fu Jiang had successfully completed the task. He had to let the bullets fly for a while, let the money gang, Hongniang and other things ferment.

As long as the news spreads in Denning City, this matter will basically be settled.

Then let Fu Jiang go on a trip to Danning City and let those restless guys be at peace. If they really don’t want to be at peace, Yin Changsheng will plan to make the other party decent.

I have been a little addicted to drawing cards recently. There are countless martial arts barrier cards. Yin Changsheng doesn’t know how to deal with them well. They are all on the same level. With so many martial arts, there are not enough tools.

"I don't know if there are any guests coming to my door today." He took out a coin and threw it.

Seeing the direction of the coin, Yin Changsheng couldn't help but smile: "Oh, there is a new tool today, it's not right, it's the guest coming to the door."

These days, Yin Changsheng throws coins once every morning, and every time it shows that no one will come to the door, but today it is different, showing that there are guests.

It was just that the time was a little uncertain, until in the evening, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe walked in.

Before Yin Changsheng could ask what he wanted, the other party spoke first.

"If you dare to ask the shopkeeper, your surname is Zhang San."

"Yes, it's me, Qin Xiao asks you to send me a letter?" Yin Changsheng heard the other party's question. Except for Qin Xiao asks someone to send him a letter, no one usually asks this.

After all, he is not a famous existence, and no one knows it at all.

"But Zhang San from South Third Road, Baijia Academy?" the scholar asked again.

This made Yin Changsheng even more confused, and things seemed to be a little bit wrong.

The two people who sent the letter before have never asked this question. You know, the entire Hundred Schools have exploded, and this matter is a big storm in the world and the court.

Isn’t it that Long Shusheng was gone, and even Emperor Chu died?

Now the Chu State has no leader and is in chaos. Warlord separatist situations are faintly presented in various places. Just when the Chu State collapses, it can flock to eat.

Yin Changsheng didn't use it to answer immediately, but looked at the scholar carefully. It seemed that Qin Xiao had not asked him to write a letter.

"No, what's wrong?" Yin Changsheng denied it directly. If he could find out about this, he must have had some intentions.

The scholar was also stunned. He didn't expect Yin Changsheng to deny it.

"Please don't joke." When the scribe heard this, he felt something wrong when he reacted.

"Just? Who is joking with you?" Yin Changsheng's tone was displeased.

Just kidding? You're the one who joked first.

The academy was blown up and there were no living people. He was so low-key. You would expose his source when you came up. If there was no problem, Yin Changsheng would not believe it.

The scribe's face became more and more embarrassing, and finally said, "Isn't it true?"

"No, you must have recognized the wrong person. I have never been to Baijia Academy." Yin Changsheng said after pulling away the octopus feet that were hanging on his forehead.

"Since that's the case, I admit my mistake... No, you are." The scholar wanted to say that he had admitted the wrong person, but when he saw the octopus on Yin Changsheng's head, a light of inspiration flashed through his mind and immediately confirmed Yin Changsheng's identity.

Yin Changsheng followed the other party's gaze and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. There was an octopus on his head. Such obvious characteristics could easily overlap.

"What evidence do you have?" Although Yin Changsheng knew that he had been exposed, he was stubborn and refused to admit it.

"I have met His Highness, King Xiao." The scholar knelt down and said.
To be continued...