Tong Jianing looked at his father in surprise. Tong Sixi is worthy of being an old world. He has never seen any formation before. It seems that Ye Hebeier Nalan Hong is indeed well-known. Not everyone deserves this golden silk dragon stick.

"Hmph...why? I, Nalan, gave the family treasure and gave it to me, but I still can't give it away? Okay, don't blame me!" Nalan Hong casually grabbed the golden silk dragon stick with one hand, and gently lifted it up and pulled it up. His expression seemed as if he was useless at all, and carrying it was like carrying a wooden stick.

He confidently and arrogantly carried the extremely heavy golden silk dragon stick on one shoulder and looked at Tong Sixi with a smile.

"Ye He's direct kung fu is really amazing. I have learned it! But... Humph... Master Nalan, let's open the skylight and say something brighter today. I, Tong Sixi, don't want to make things difficult for you. I can leave, and I can also take it away with the golden silk dragon stick, but... you'd better take advantage of my good mood and leave now!" Tong Sixi smiled darkly.

"Is that so? Senior is warning me? You also like our Yehe's Phoenix Root? What a coincidence, I, Nalan Hong, also came for the Phoenix Root. What a coincidence, what if I don't leave?" Nalan Hong's arrogance was extremely arrogant. The golden silk dragon stick brought him strength and gave him Yehe's glory. The Yehenara people riding on horseback galloped on the battlefield to make great achievements in the Qing Dynasty. Today, Yehe's descendants are still unshakable. What's more, this is the Yehe tribe. No matter how hard they can be beaten, wouldn't it be a laughing stock to leave their own tribe for outsiders?

"Nalan Hong, don't toast or not to eat a penalty! My patience is limited!" Tong Jianing relied on the fact that they were disrespectful to Nalan Hong.

"Jianning, back!" Tong Sixi asked his son and his subordinates to retreat and took out a weapon from a rectangular backpack. The weapon looked like a sword or a long sword in length, and a big red cloth was slapped on the body of the weapon.

Tong Sixi threw the cane to his son. He put on a pair of dog leather gloves and lifted the red tarpaulin wrapped around the weapon. Suddenly, an evil spirit shot out from the Japanese samurai sword that shone with silver.

"Sword Soul?" Bai Su said in surprise.

This samurai sword is not the opposite, it is the strange samurai sword that Tong Sixi left behind the Japanese in Changchun air raid shelter from guarding the wronged souls of Class A war criminals in the last few months. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, Tong Sixi found a way to control the soul of the sword. It is probably Kawashima Kazuyuki secretly told him the method.

The sword soul is extremely evil. There are no less than thousands of Chinese people who died in the hands of this evil weapon. The Chinese blood flows on its smooth and sharp blade. It is the best testimony of the Japanese invasion of China. Its birth is also an insult to the Chinese people's gradual forgetting of that blood and tears history.

"Child! Come here!" Tong Sixi looked at Bai Su standing behind Nalan Hong. Bai Su was his man. He would not blame Bai Su for a small minion. Bai Su is still valuable in the future because she is just a puppy! Tong Sixi wants to feed her and let her go out to bite people for herself.

"I...I...Boss...Well?" Bai Su looked at both sides in entanglement, not knowing which side to stand on.

She loves that sooth. Although soothing is still young, she has already seen the masculine scent in that soothing. This strong masculine scent, such a person who protects her women will never lose to the thief leader. He is a trustworthy man.

But the current situation... Tong Sixi is full of people, so what if Nalan Hong can fight? She can beat so many muskets? But once she returns to Tong Sixiyi now, it is convenient to symbolize the complete separation from Naxi, how should she choose?

"Xiu'er! Can't our Yehe's men protect their wives?" Nalan Hong encouraged this ignorant boy.

"Sister! Come back! Come with us! Go back to Yehe! Believe me, believe in our Master Beile, the grudges between our two families are wiped out, we don't care whether those are good or not? You can't get deeper and deeper!" Na Xiu stretched out his hand and waited for his woman.

At this time, I didn't expect that my big enemy, the orphan of Hongjuanmen, Lan Caidie, would also stand up and talk to the swish. The weird girl said, "Bitch, let's not talk about the grudges between our two families for now. If I were you, I would not go back with Tong Sixi after death. Oh... A woman served the perverted father and the other two at the same time, tsk tsk tsk..."

The sharp "Sword Soul" exposed a cold light in the dim light, forming a sharp contrast with the golden charm of the golden dragon stick, as if one represents the demon in hell and the other represents the golden dragon in the clouds.

Bang bang bang bang... Behind him, gunshots came again from the entrance, which caused everyone to temporarily put down their personal grudges. The atmosphere was tense again, and no one knew which team of people they broke into this time.

"Haha..." The person behind him laughed heartily.

"Junior Brother Xizi, where are we going to meet in the world?"

"Huh... huh... huh... huh..." The horsemen shouted wildly.

No matter where the Kanto Shot Horse goes, they arrive first before the sound of the people arrive. This is their characteristic. It is also a warning to the other party that they are Shot Horses who kill people without blinking.

Ma Fuxiang and the three brothers of the Fang family and more than a dozen brothers heard a loud noise from the direction of the ruins of Yehe Ancient City. They were afraid that their young master would be in danger, so they immediately followed him in and the people with Tong Sixi were just behind them. They came in very timely, and now both sides were evenly matched. If they really fought, they would probably not be able to gain any benefit.

Although Ma Fuxiang is now an old man in his eighties, the old man's face is flushed and has endless strength. He still has a murderous aura on his face for decades to convert to Buddhism. He is shorter than Tong Sixi's thugs, but as soon as he appears, he immediately calmed down the arrogance of the boys. He didn't even avoid it, and directly passed it from Tong Sixi's more than 20 subordinates. Anyone who dared to stop him was immediately knocked down to the ground and vomited blood.

"X Damn it! When I came out to have sex, your father was not born yet! His mother widened his eyes! I saw clearly, my name was Ma Fuxiang! People in the martial arts world were nicknamed "Enemy of Ten Thousand People". Whoever was fucked would stand up, and if they were not convinced, they would come together! They would rebel against you?" Ma Fuxiang's loud voice spread to the Phoenix Tomb, and even the wronged ghosts under the tomb dodge and wished they could get into the cracks.
Chapter completed!