After Di Qinglin escaped from the battle circle, he soon joined Chunyu Modi, Yan Nanfei, and Tang Lan.

However, at this time, Yan Nanfei wore a bronze dragon head mask on his face.

Chunyu Modi laughed with a mocking tone:

"Yo? Di Qinglin, why are you so embarrassed, are you being chased by someone?"

"Hmph, I met a group of martial arts people before I came, and I originally wanted to kill them all."

"Who knew that a group of soldiers would be killed halfway, especially strong soldiers." Di Qinglin cursed loudly.

Tang Lan wondered, "Officers and soldiers?"

"Well... it doesn't seem to be officers and soldiers, it should be Murong Fu's family army." Di Qinglin explained carefully.

"So that's the case, I don't think Murong Fu can't afford to play and use the army." Chunyu Modi laughed "hehe".

You must know that the resources of the Azure Dragon Society are more than just a few dragon heads.

The power behind him is a torrent that can change the country.

There are also many troops that can be mobilized.

Di Qinglin said with a sneer: "If Chunyu Modi hadn't been useless for you and let Lai Wenjun run away, we wouldn't have Da Zhouzhang come to Gusu City today."

"Hehe, you really can't blame me for this. You must know that Lai Wenjun's ability to seek good luck and avoid evil is not comparable to you and me." Chunyu Modi shrugged, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Yan Nanfei, who had always turned his back to the crowd and did not speak, said coldly, "Enough is enough, no need to quarrel anymore. The matter has come to this point, and who is right and who is wrong is meaningless."

"What Dalongshou said makes sense, I'm being stingy." Chunyu Modi quickly bowed and said, for fear that he would be punished by Dalongshou if he was a little late.

Seeing this, Di Qinglin also reluctantly apologized.

At this moment, the subordinates reported: "Several dragon heads, and some people who claim to be seven dragon heads, said that they have something to report."

"Seven dragon heads?" Di Qinglin glanced at Yan Nanfei and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say that all your people were arrested?"

"This..." Yan Nanfei's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He just sold everything.

Aren't these people coming back now to disgust themselves?

"Maybe, some clever people escaped."

Yan Nanfei ordered coldly: "Go, call in and see, they have something to say."

"As ordered!"

After the subordinates left, they quickly brought back a few people. When they saw Di Qinglin, their expressions were extremely ugly.

Di Qinglin was worried that they were talking nonsense, so he asked first, "How did you get back?"

"We..." Several subordinates bowed their heads quickly, and then said the remarks they had thought up earlier.

Then he told the crowd what Jiang Zian explained:

"The little general said that if there is anything, just go to Gusu City directly, there is no need to fight and kill outside."

"Huh? As expected of Murong Fu, he speaks so domineeringly." Yan Nanfei said lightly.

Chunyu Modi asked, "What should we do? Let's go now?"

"No, we have to wait a few more days." Tang Lan hurriedly stopped.

Di Qinglin was puzzled: "What are you waiting for? With the strength of the few of us, we still can't deal with a single Murong Fu!"

"No, my sand poison will reach its peak in seven days, and it will be easier to kill Murong Fu at that time." Tang Lan explained.

Di Qinglin's eyes lit up and smiled, "As expected of the two dragon heads, he could actually poison Murong Fu."

Yan Nanfei glanced at a few people and said, "Then give him a battle plan first, and blood wash the Murong Clan in seven days."

Di Qinglin and Chunyu Modi immediately saluted: "I will obey."

Yan Nanfei nodded and turned to leave. Before leaving, he said disdainfully, "Di Qinglin remember to clean up his tail next time."

Di Qinglin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at his subordinates, revealing a trace of fierce light: "Subordinates understand."

…

That night, a person who claimed to be the Blue Dragon Society came to send the battle post.

"After seven days, it's interesting to wash my old Murong house with blood." Murong Fu looked at the beautiful handwriting in the letter and smiled lightly: "Go back and tell Ming Yuexin that I have received the letter."

Seeing that Murong Fu was so good at talking, the messenger thought he was afraid, so he pretended to be bullish: "You Murong Clan is dead, I advise you to write a letter of surrender, maybe the great dragon head is merciful and can give you Murong. A trace of blood remains."

"You messenger, you dare to mock our Gusu clan, you should be damned!" When Bao Different heard this, a burst of anger arose in his heart, and he was about to do it.

The messenger jumped down, and he came over with a different package, and said quickly: "The two armies will not be killed when they fight. If you dare to touch me, the dragon heads of our Azure Dragon Society will definitely..."

Before everyone could wait for the messenger to finish speaking, they heard a scream spread throughout the old house.

Baodi didn't kill him, but only removed one of his arms.

"Bah, shit, I don't think you dare to be arrogant."

"It hurts, it hurts me!" The messenger screamed, sweating all over the sky.

"Go away, you dare to be arrogant in front of the young master, and next time, I will kill you." Bao Different threw the messenger out as if he was carrying a chick.

Murong Fu took a pen and wrote a random sentence on the back of the letter, "I know," and with a flick of it, the letter flew out like a sharp knife.

Immediately, there was another scream from outside the door.

Bao Wei looked at the place where the messenger was stabbed, his eyes widened, he turned around and smiled: "Young master is a good way."

"I still need to practice today, and I will leave the seven-day affairs to you and Zi'an." Murong Fu stood up indifferently.

At this time, Murong Shuang and other women stood up and said, "Big cousin, I'm not weak, so why don't you count us."

Murong Fu shook his head. Just as he was about to refuse, Su Ying, who was beside him, preemptively said, "Murong Fu needs someone to protect him when he practices magic. Qinglong will most likely attack by surprise. Why don't you guys protect Murong Fu?"

Murong Shuang didn't think much about it, and smiled: "Okay, we'll leave this matter to us."

Murong Fu glanced at Su Ying, and now his own body can be stabilized on the steamer, and there is no need for someone to protect the law.

Moreover, in the secret place, there are also small copper guards, even ordinary masters are difficult to take advantage of.

What's the use of letting these women come?

Is it because you are afraid that your practice will be too boring, so you can find a few vases to raise your eyes?

When Su Ying saw Murong Fu look over, she gave a sinister smile, as if she was lip-syncing, "Thank you."

Shuzhong, the top of Genting.

Gong Ziyu looked at the letter that Tang Lan mailed back. The other party wrote everything about the recent past, all the details, and couldn't help showing a sinister smile:

"Although the arsenopyritic sand is very powerful, Murong Fu's ability to survive from Wuhua's men must not be underestimated. It seems that I still have to go personally to see my interesting enemy."