Ye Tianlong decided to develop the power of Taishu Top Three, so he promised him to go to Taishu Mansion tomorrow to see Taishu Xingguo.

The condition of Han Jing and his uncle Sanjia also made Ye Tianlong prepare to expose Miao Boguang's true face.

After coming out of his uncle's top three bedroom, Ye Tianlong went straight back to his room to rest. He drank too much and wanted to sleep well.

"call!"

When Ye Tianlong pushed open the door of his room, an air current surged, and at the same time, a punch came from the darkness.

Ye Tianlong seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and one dodged sideways, and then the antelope hung its horn and kicked it.

The other party didn't evade either, and a head-on came directly on top of his foot.

"boom!"

There was a muffled noise, and the two legs collided, Ye Tianlong's body shook, but the other party retreated two meters before hitting the wall and stopped.

"What? Haven't played enough in the boxing field?"

Ye Tianlong didn't make any more moves, turned on a wall lamp and sat down on the sofa, and then looked at the unexpected guest who came slowly: "Have you become addicted to punching?"

The other party's figure gradually became clear, and the red and swollen facial features appeared. It was the butcher who was ‘boomed by’ by Ye Tianlong.

The butcher raised a smile: "No, I just want to try it to see if your skills have regressed, and see if my kung fu has improved."

Ye Tianlong asked with concern: "Is the injury not serious?"

"Seven wins and seven wins. It sounds awe-inspiring, but in fact I have suffered a lot of injuries."

The butcher put an egg on his face: "Uncle's top three are the most difficult to deal with, and he almost hit him on the ground."

Ye Tianlong took his pulse for a while, and found that there was nothing serious, he was relieved, and then frowned and asked:

"Why did you come here? You also took the name of a butcher who used to provoke crowds, didn't you follow Feng Jiutian as the captain of the guard?"

The butcher in front of him was Ling Xiao who Ye Tianlong sent to the capital. Not only did he change his hair and dress style, he also became more sloppy.

"The two heavenly kings, Blood Shadow and Dark Demon, were killed. The thirteenth league was very shaken, and the capital branch was also turbulent."

Ling Xiao sat down opposite Ye Tianlong and rubbed his aching face: "In order to win the capital camp, Zhao Wuji sent another relative."

"His name is Zhao Siwen, very fierce."

Ling Xiao informed Ye Tianlong of the situation: "He was fighting with Feng Jiutian very fiercely. If I hadn't carried a little for her, she would have been stepped down."

"Because of this, Zhao Siwen hates me so much and has always wanted to find a chance to get rid of me, but because I am careful, he has never succeeded."

"Qiu Feihua was sent to conquer the uncle's family this time. She proposed to use boxing to open the gap in the top three of the uncle's."

While Ye Tianlong listened carefully, Ling Xiao said softly: "So I borrowed some good players from Zhao Wuji."

"Zhao Siwen took the opportunity to push me up, and he could kill me with the help of the uncle's family, or he could make Feng Jiutian one less helper."

"This is also why Qiu Feihua allowed me to fight continuously, not only to show the pressure to the uncle's family, but also to kill me in the battle of wheels."

He coughed: "I don't have many scars on my body, just because I was overdrawn, I hid in your room and slept for a long time before recovering."

Ye Tianlong asked: "Can't you refuse their request?"

Ling Xiao's face was helpless: "How can I refuse? Vice Hall Master Zhao recommended, Qiu Feihua approved, Zhao Wuji approved, how can I not come?"

"Qiu Feihua has a leg with Deputy Hall Master Zhao, and she has never been at peace with Feng Jiutian. This time she has been staring at me this time, even monitoring my phone."

"In order to give me hatred, they even gave me the title of'butcher', letting the opponent beat me to death out of danger when he was hand-handling."

"So I don't have any leeway except to fight all the time. I am ready to kill Qiu Feihua and the others tonight."

There was a touch of rejoicing in his eyes: "Fortunately, I met you this afternoon, so I can find a chance to get out."

Ye Tianlong poured a glass of water to Ling Xiao: "You just said, what is the purpose of Qiu Feihua and the others coming to fight the boxing match?"

"They want to take the uncle's family!"

Ling Xiao's expression became more serious: "Their plan is to defeat all the fighters in the Taishu boxing field, and let San Shao lose everything."

"When the uncle's top three are desperate, the 13th League will not only return all the industries, but also give him additional funds for development."

He told Qiu Feihua's calculations: "In this way, not only will the Taishu Sanjia become a member of the Thirteen League, but the Taishu family also owes favor to the Thirteen League."

"In the future, the 13 Leagues will have a foothold in the sky, that will be a very simple matter."

Ye Tianlong's movements were stagnant, and then nodded: "The Thirteen Leagues are really well-intentioned, going in such a big circle to subdue the top three of the uncle."

"It's a pity that they were out of luck and met me."

In the afternoon of the first battle, the Thirteen Leagues lost money and lost their troops.

Ling Xiao remembered something again: "By the way, I also found out that Qiu Feihua had contact with a few weird Miao people, but I don't know what he did."

Ye Tianlong nodded, expressing his understanding of Qiu Feihua's thoughts, and then asked: "What are you going to do next?"

There was a touch of determination in Ling Xiao's eyes: "Back to the capital."

Ye Tianlong was taken aback: "Go back?"

"of course!"

Ling Xiao nodded earnestly: "Feng Jiutian is waiting for me to help kill Zhao Siwen, I won't go back, she probably won't make it to the end of this year."

"And I have already developed a group of teams in the capital, and I have spent a lot of money and energy. It would be a pity to give up like this."

Ye Tianlong has a trace of worry: "But if you lose a game, you are afraid of trouble going back."

Ling Xiao exhaled a long breath: "Didn't Qiu Feihua also lose to you? She was also defeated by one move."

Speaking of her own difficulties, Ling Xiao was still clear and cheerful, chatting and laughing, her eyes became deeper and colder.

Ye Tianlong found that Ling Xiao had more and more independent opinions and self-confidence than before.

Ye Tianlong smiled bitterly: "But your performance is likely to reach Zhao Siwen's ears, and finding an excuse to make trouble will make you very dangerous."

Ling Xiao had obviously thought about these consequences: "Don't worry, I can deal with it."

"As long as Qiu Feihua and the others can't go back alive, and then wash away all the videos in the boxing ring, Zhao Siwen can't find excuses to start with me."

He squeezed the egg with a click: "There is a moment of life and death. Feng Jiutian will protect me. She can't. I will just bring someone to the other side."

Ye Tianlong sat up straight slightly: "Miss your mouth?"

"Tonight's boxing match, Qiu Feihua lost a mess. She must have not reported to it, and she will suppress her cronies from spreading."

A gleam of light flashed in Ling Shuang's eyes: "It is impossible for those spectators to have contact with the 13th League."

"As long as Qiu Feihua and the others are dead, I will arrange the story. Of course, I need you to help me deal with the end of the hand, and even cooperate with some news."

Taking a gamble on the future, Ling Shuang didn't have the slightest panic or fear, but only an indescribable calmness and pleasure.

Ye Tianlong looked at him peacefully: "Have you decided?"

Ling Xiao nodded: "It's decided."

Ling Xiao glanced out of the window. In his eyes, there was a murderous intent similar to cold rain, but when he turned to Ye Tianlong, his face was fierce and soft.

Ye Tianlong no longer talks nonsense: "Okay, I will use Dai's power to help you."

"No need to!"

Ling Xiao stood up: "One person, one shot, that's enough!"