Chapter 5 Taoist Gate

Yin Sanlang walked in the long corridor with a rapid pace, and the red pillars next to him kept flashing, cutting the snow scene outside into a grid of pictures.

After turning a corner, Yin Sanlang saw leaning against the column in front of him and standing under the topless decoration of the carved corridor. It was Ao Youqi, the lion king of Tianangmen. The former strong general had always been silent after returning to Tianangmen. Yin Sanlang knew that it was because of the disciples of the Lion King.

Every strong man is very cautious and valued for receiving apprentices. For them, there may be various reasons, but the final point remains unchanged, that is, the heir, who is as strong as a boxing god, has been wandering alone for most of his life, and finally accepted Ren Xu and Chen Feng.

For the boxing god, Ren Xu may represent a feeling of life and hope, while Chen Feng is the inheritance of the boxing god's ability. No one wants his ability to annihilate the world with his death. The Lion King is no exception. No matter what his disciple's temperament is, he is always his disciple.

"Is it coming?"

Yin Sanlang didn't open his mouth for a moment, but the Lion King said first. He stood up straight and turned to the gate at the end of the corridor. Inside, the owner of Tianang Gate was waiting for them. Yin Sanlang did not talk nonsense. The cold iron mask on his face flashed away, following the footsteps of the Lion King.

Light smoke curled. This small house, located in the most remote area of the Tianangmen General Altar, is full of a kind of sandalwood from the Western Regions, which makes people relax. After the Lion King and Yin Sanlang came in, they stood respectfully and bowed to the man sitting in front of them, who seemed to be closing his eyes and resting.

"Did they take action?"

Zhao Yunyang opened his eyes. At this moment, he was dressed in a cloth robe and his long hair spread casually. He didn't look like there was any so-called domineering or king demeanor at all. Yin Sanlang took out a roll of paper manuscripts from his arms and took a few steps forward and handed them to Zhao Yunyang. Zhao Yunyang opened it, but his face did not change much. Finally, he put the paper manuscript into the carbon stove in front of him, and the paper manuscript caught fire with a crackling...

"Lion King, I'll leave this matter to you. Jia Xuan is in retreat. If he can step over, he can reach my realm. Now he can't be disturbed, so in any case, you must stop the enemy thousands of miles away from Jiyang City!"

"Yes."

Lion Wang Ao responded by holding his fist and turned away without any procrastination. Zhao Yunyang looked at Yin Sanlang again. The man wearing an iron mask was ready to speak at this time.

"What else?"

"Miss and I don't wait for someone to go too much."

Yin Sanlang opened his mouth. Although he was the most powerful person in the Taishang Gang except Zhao Yunyang, after all, Zhao Pingting's status was extraordinary. Because of the previous Taishang Gang War, the same young elite wolf teeth died tragically. How can Zhao Pingting stand this breath and pull up the young elites who have been carefully cultivated by Tiangangmen and the rest of Tiangangmen. Rui, and a group of young people of newly attached large and small sect gangs, are going to Taishang to help abuse.

"Oh, their business belongs to the competition of the young generation. With their strength, it will not be dangerous to go to the top of Gang. Nowadays, there are few young people who can support the stage.

Zhao Yunyang said, and the original fight with Ren Xu came to his mind. Somehow, he always felt that he was not at ease, but the young man did die under his hands, and it was also true that the madness of the boxing god. However, Yin Sanlang still squeezed his lips, and Zhao Yunyang knew what Yin Sanlang was worried about. Langya is also a young generation, but he was still killed by the boxing god. Can the so-called tradition, that is, the older generation, not easily interfere with the tradition of young people, be counted?

"Don't worry, his opponent is me. Last time he just sent me a letter. Besides, the eagle can't always hide in the nest. I don't know how big the sky is without spreading its wings.

Zhao Yunyang closed his eyes and seemed to be immersed in some kind of meditation. Yin Sanlang could only sigh helplessly when he saw this. Although he knew that Zhao Yunyang was right, he didn't say anything, that is, he really didn't have much confidence in the group of young people in Tianangmen. Except for not doing anything... ...

Zhang Santie was wearing a sleeveless coat with a waist knife tied to his waist. He walked on the street boredly. People along the way either bowed their heads and walked away, or nodded and bowed, which made Zhang Santie very satisfied. He had been fooling with him for half his life, and now he can finally be an uncle.

Zhang Santie is a small leader of the Ten Flags Association. There are more than a hundred people under his hand, and they are all attracted by the Ten Flags after taking advantage of the expansion of the power of Tianangmen. The city they are now is called Shaocheng, which is one of the three leading points of the Tianangmen forces against the Sanshan region, with a population of more than 800,000.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Santie, who was thinking about where to eat today, suddenly saw a large number of people coming from the street in front of him. They were all fairy bones, and many of them were still holding dust. At a glance, they knew that they were the people in the Taoist gate. In the past, Zhang Santie would have left without saying a word, but now the reputation of the Taoist gate has dropped greatly, and Canglan Mountain is even more by Tianyan. The door swept across, and Zhang Santie naturally did not pay attention to these Taoist priests who didn't know which country mountain they came from. He took out a whistle from his belt and blew a loud whistle. Suddenly, a large number of people gushed out in various places not far from the street, all the followers of the Ten Flags.

There will be ten flag owners. The current situation of the ten flags will be brought by them. They are very prestigious among the gangs, and the ten flag owners have always been proud and arrogant masters. Naturally, these gangs are no exception. Following Zhang Santie's hand, they suddenly shouted, and some directly pulled out their knives and threw them at the group of Taoists!

"Hmm!"

I saw a person among the Taoist priests come out, with gray hair moving without wind, raising his eyebrows and angry eyes, holding a steel whip, which is suddenly the immortal burial of Canglan Mountain! This Taoist priest who can't rub sand in his eyes doesn't say anything, and raises his hand is just a whip!

The throwing sword turned into powder before it touched the empty mountain whip. Zhang Santie only saw a young man holding the empty hand of the heavenly burial with a smile and pressing the mountain whip.

"Senior, why do you need to do this kind of ant? Let the younger generation work for you."

The young man was wearing a black-bottomed Taoist robe, with a white rune embroidered in the middle, a long hair hanging behind the black wooden crown on the top of his head, and two long temples hanging straight on his chest. His face was like a crown and jade eyes were like stars. With a strong or thin physique of more than 900 meters, it really made people feel that he was a great talent.

The heavenly burial just nodded and didn't say much, and the young man turned his head sideways, and more than a dozen people came out behind him, wearing Taoist robes that were the same as young people, and were listed among the people.

"Where did the thief come from? This is the territory of the Ten Flags Club, and no Taoist people can enter! Get out of here! Otherwise, I will beat your group of people today!"

When Zhang Santie saw that there were hundreds of people standing on his side in a short period of time, which was obviously more than the opposite side, he immediately became arrogant and immediately straightened his waist and said, but he had never seen people fighting in the door, otherwise I'm afraid his first choice at this time was to turn around and leave...

"Nine Palaces Breaking the Divine Array!"

The young man's face darkened and shouted in a low voice. Those people in the column immediately chanted spells, drew charms in one hand, stood in a strange position, and a huge force gushed out of it out of thin air! The sky clouds are also affected by it and spiral up!

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