Zhutian Avenue

Han Han tasted the shock in Gong's heart, but he took a deep look at the fortune teller.

The muscles and bones are loose and slack, as if there were no half-like fluctuations in the internal force, the whole body was full of flaws, and there was nothing like the foundation of martial arts.

In his eyes, the Qi machine is just as ordinary.

However, because it was too ordinary and normal, a deep vigilance was raised in his heart.

Han Taigong lowered his eyes and asked slightly:

"Then, as the old man said, how can this hack be cracked?"

"Difficult and difficult, easy and easy"

The old man trembled out his hand, took the pen, dipped the ink lightly, and made a stroke on the paper:

"If so, then this disaster will be eliminated, and everything will be fine."

Feng?

Feng!

If the king is out of his head, is it Feng?

Looking at the scarlet plume that ran through the beginning and end of the king character, Han Ta Gong's heart turned into a huge wave.

"The rich, Sheng Ye, Mao Ye! On a piece of paper, if there is no king, then there will be Feng, if there is no Feng, there will be a king."

The old man wrote into the tube, and said lightly:

"Chenghui, May Two Gold."

"If there is no king, then there will be no king."

Han taste palace chewed these eight words over and over again, his eyes suddenly became cold.

He looked at the fortune teller and asked coldly:

"who are you?"

"Why do adults say that?"

The fortune-telling old man trembled and stretched out his hand: "Is there an adult who doesn't even have five or two gold?"

Han tastes the old man's appearance in Gong Muguang, but no matter how he calculates, this old man is just an ordinary person without any flaws.

There is no flaw in the Qi machine itself, from the expression to the action.

This happens, one is that the old man's martial arts, Xiangshu has surpassed himself, and the other is that he is really an ordinary person.

His fingers trembled, and he never took the initiative to give hands to others in his life.

But in the end, his raised hand reached into his arms, took a bar of gold from his arms, and put it on the table:

"This is May Two, and the old man has collected it."

The old man wiped his hand, put away the gold, and said leisurely:

"Adult doesn't seem to believe."

Han taste palace looked dull, turned to look at the distant and magnificent King City in the distance:

"Old gentleman, you are very good, but where is the abundance of the king? There is no kingless kingdom in ancient and modern times, and all peoples in the world must be under the jurisdiction of the king law. If there is no king, talk about the country."

He sighed and walked towards Wangcheng.

After walking out for a long time, he heard the old voice coming from behind him:

"Can't you have it since ancient times?"

Han Tsang's body shook and looked back. On the long street under dusk, the flow of people still went. The old man, the fortune-telling hexagram stall, had disappeared without a trace.

It's like never before.

For a moment, he felt that the street was a bit illusory.

"Spiritual Art"

There was a ripple in the depths of Han Tugong ’s eyes, shocked.

How many people in the world can affect their spirit silently and silently?

Even if the runner-up king and moon worshiper who have achieved the extreme shades are not necessarily able to influence themselves so easily.

King of Taoism?

There was a deep thought in his heart.

Without stopping, into the shadows.

At the corner of the long street, above the three-story restaurant, An Qisheng sat by the window and shook his head slightly as he looked at the far away Han taste palace.

Fortune teller is naturally his skill.

Not long after he came out of Mozhou, he had already felt the change of Qi and faintly perceived the upheaval of Fengdu City.

Perhaps it was because of him that something that shouldn't have happened so early happened earlier.

In the original trajectory, it took a few years for Han taste palace to notice the vision of Wang Cheng, and it took several years to perceive the source of the changes in the National Games.

Han taste palace is indeed the world's first look, he locked the National Games with the air of the king, not to leak, almost killed a lot of Qianlong in the world.

Unfortunately, he did not know that the source of the turbulence of the National Movement was Dragon King Kai, a heavenly man and **** soldier. Otherwise, he might be turned around by the National Games.

He didn't fully know exactly what happened, but he knew that under the turbulence of movement, Dragon King Kai was born earlier, and no one knew what happened afterwards.

But this huge city of Fengdu became dead overnight.

This center of Fengfeng, the land of the first good, Fengdu City with a population of 50 million, has become a ghost town.

Fengdu has become Pudu.

Such a tragedy would be fine if he didn't know it. Now that he knows it, it is impossible for him to treat it as unknowing.

Gently tapping on the table, An Qisheng's eyes looking at Wang Cheng were incomprehensible:

"Dragon King Armor"

He didn't know what happened to Fengdu City in the original trajectory, but wanted to come out of the way with the people and soldiers of this day.

However, if it is said that this is the counterattack of the heavenly human **** soldier, then the power of this dragon king armor is too incredible.

Has been refined by the National Games for two hundred years, and there is an old **** in the realm of Tai Yin and Promise himself, who can cause such great damage?

Or maybe

"Guoke, the wine you want, but this wine comes from Fengzhou Ronghua Mansion. It is said to be the best master in the world. It was made by the king of Taoism."

Xiao Er came with the tray, and said with a smile while he was placing the dishes.

An Qisheng smiled, looking at the gradual fall of the sky, like a princely city that was too old and fierce.

"Is that so? I'd like to have a taste or two."

The king city at night is more vigilant.

In front of the moat, there are teams of armored patrols riding high-headed Malaysians. Above the city walls, there are masters from the east and west factories sitting in the town, glancing under the night.

Han taste palace came step by step.

The teenager who defended Wang Cheng recognized him, and was slightly surprised, and then immediately shot, and said loudly:

"Master Han, the King has removed your right to enter the palace at any time, and the night is approaching. If there is no call from the King, you must not enter the city!"

Han tastes the palace and stops, and glances at him slightly:

"Mr. Han is not good for Wang?"

"Dare."

The teenager changed his face.

It is impossible to say that Han Ta Gong is a great master of the veins, and he is a person who can not martial arts. He is absolutely incapable of offending by virtue of his status as the king's subdivision and the master of heaven.

He just didn't dare let him in.

"Go away then!"

Han tasted Gong Chang's eyebrows, and his breath burst out.

In a hurry, there seemed to be a blizzard in the night, and the turbulent air drove the teenager and the men behind him out of the air.

Then Han Han Palace walked away.

Above the city walls, the masters of the two factories in the east and west also changed their looks. One of them stood up and rushed into the night to report to the king city. The remaining dozens of people descended from the city walls.

Stopped in front of Han taste palace.

"Master Han, please wait a moment, I've already gone to inform the King"

The masters of a few things factories rushed forward and whispered softly.

Although they can be regarded as masters in the rivers and lakes, they are nothing compared to the master of the veins.

The responsibility lies with me and I dare not leave the post without permission.

"Go away."

Han Taigong's face was indifferent, and the inexplicable emotion in his heart was surging.

"This"

"Master Han"

"Don't let me wait for hard work"

The masters of several things factories are all ugly, dilemma.

"Master Han, why are you so angry?"

A soft, sharp voice came through the air.

When the voice was about to end, a **** with a thin figure and a handsome face like a woman had already stood on the top of the city.

"Yutian?"

Han Tsangong's face was indifferent: "It's you, Mo Cao is still not my opponent."

"Master Han's martial arts are amazing, and Yu Tian naturally admires it."

Yu Tian smiled slightly and said:

"The dog slaves are not allowed to open the road yet, let the adult Han enter the palace."

If they were pardoned, all of them were relieved and hurried away.

Han Taigong ignored it and stepped into Wangcheng.

The city was brightly lit, and many armored men patrolled everywhere, and there seemed to be human figures flickering everywhere.

As night falls, some people cannot sleep.

There are at least 30,000 eunuchs in the Great King City, and tens of thousands of palace ladies must wait and call at any time.

Wait until Han Ta Gong is in front of the observation deck.

At a glance, you can see the bright and day-like lights in the King City.

Feng Wang's negative hand stood before picking the mast of Xingtai. He looked calm and could not see his emotions, but just looked at Han taste palace standing in front of the observation platform:

"Han Qing, it's dark, don't rest in the house, come to see the king, but what's the matter?"

His tone was flat, but with a touch of alienation.

Since more than a year ago, he has never called on Han Ta Gong to take the initiative, even waiving his right to enter and leave the city at any time.

After almost two years, he also saw Han Ta Gong for the first time.

"The king does not have no rest"

The taste of Han taste palace is a bit complicated.

Decades ago, when he and Feng Wang met, they were both anonymous. In a few decades, they were both tops in the world. Neither martial arts nor their status was like that. The relationship between them is never the same.

"In the past two decades, why has the widow ever had a moment of rest?"

Feng Wang sighed and turned to look at Fengdu City under the night:

"Han Qing, don't hide from you, widowed people have never been faithful, even if they have known you for so many years"

Under the night, the red moon is flowing down, putting on a layer of red makeup for the entire city, lighting the lights and flashing as beautiful as the stars.

"I don't believe it."

Han Ta Gong Jing stood quietly, with a quiet voice:

"Even Feng Shui and Qi Yun are different from person to person, and easy to change because of the situation. The so-called destiny is just a humane situation. The world is ruthless. How can we care about the fortunes of all people?"

"Yes"

Feng Wang sighed slowly, then slowly said, "Two hundred years ago, Taizu Kulu Lulu created this family business. Even if the world was a group of snakes, the king could wipe out one by one!"

Looking at Feng Wang with a calm look, Han Ta Gong's eyes were hanging down, and the last fluke in his heart disappeared:

"You know it"

Feng Wang didn't answer, turned to look at Han taste palace, with a solemn look:

"Would you like to accompany the king to sweep the world again and create someone who has no ancients and no others? Great achievements?"

Han Ta Gong did not answer, and looked at Fengdu City under the night:

"The king once asked, would the people in this world be willing?"