"Hehe, this opportunity is amazing. If Mr. Ming can get this opportunity, maybe you can become the lord of one side." Zuo Wuhe gave a big sigh at this moment.

He was really scared by Zheng Ming's great skill. The true energy he had practiced through hard work disappeared with Zheng Ming's palms. His grandmother's words made people feel cold sweat in their hearts when they thought about it.

He even regretted it a little and took it to save Zuo Yuncong's job.

Zuo Yuncong looked at Zuo Wuhe, who was pleasing to Zheng Ming for a while, and gently turned his eyes. At this moment, he had lost the courage to escape.

Zheng Ming was quite interested in becoming the lord of one side. After all, the lord of one side represents power and reputation.

Just as he was about to ask Zuo Wuhui, Zuo Wuhui waved his hand and threw a silver light towards him.

This silver light is a small sword, a small sword half a foot long.

"Ming Shao, half a month later, the Palace of Burial Sword Palace will open. If Mr. Ming can be recognized by the Divine Sword Hongyan, you can become the palace master of the Palace of Burial Sword Palace."

Zuo Wuhei's words made Zheng Ming's expression move. The Divine Sword Hongyan. Yun Yuerong from the Burial Sword Palace asked him to pull out the Flying Fairy Sword. Is it related to the so-called Divine Sword Hongyan?

The benefits of becoming the Lord of the Burial Sword Palace are obvious. Not to mention anything else, as long as you can become the Lord of the Burial Sword Palace, you can obtain the territory of the eighteen palaces under the Burial Sword Palace.

The territory of the Eighteen Palaces is close to 50 to 60 million people. If you use the skills of the hero cards who thinks who is who they are, wouldn’t it mean that you can get five to six hero cards?

Even when your red reputation is worth hundreds of millions, your reputation is worth a fairy tale card that you want to know who is who.

"Mr. Ming, I heard that you are very talented. Hehe, maybe you can really subdue that Jian Hongyan. By the way, Zuo Yuncong will lend you to hang on the flagpole for two days. You can't hurt him!"

After saying this, Zuo Wuhei was like a big mouse who was slid and fled quickly in a blink of an eye.

Zuo Yuncong looked at this unscrupulous elder and felt like he wanted to cry. This was originally his backer, but he didn't expect that he would be so uncontrollable that he would hang himself for two days, wuwu. This is too bullying.

Just as he was wondering if he was crying and giving Zheng Ming a pitiful look, Zheng Ming suddenly smiled at him, and then he felt a pain in the back of his head and fainted.

Jinhua Mansion is still prosperous. It can even be said that Jinhua Mansion is more lively than before.

Not only the people from the three palaces of Niron, but also from the city near Jinhua Prefecture, all came to Niron Mansion from all directions, and their only purpose of coming to Niron Mansion was to see the flagpole.

No, it should be the person on the flagpole.

"It's still hanging. It's the sixth day, this poor child!" An old man carrying a candy man pile shook his head and said with a smile.

Although there was a hint of sigh in the old man's expression, his smile made people feel that he was very happy about this matter.

"I'll just say it? Since Mr. Ming said he wanted to give him a seven-game and seven-track, he would never let him go easily." The middle-aged man selling hawthorn herbal tea looked like I had already been accurate, "When I sold the pot, I'll go and have a look."

"Tsk tsk, that kid is very pitiful. I wonder if he will have nightmares at night!" An old man with kind eyebrows said with emotion in his words.

The old man who sold the sugar man handed a sugar man to the child who bought the sugar man, but smiled coldly and said, "This is also something he asked for. Why did he provoke Ming Shao to do? I heard that Ming Shao opened the city gate with one punch."

"Do you know that the gate of the nylon mansion is made of diamond wood. Tsk, diamond wood!"

Most of the people closed their mouths. It was obvious that they had great awe of Zheng Ming.

Compared with the discussion here, the discussion under the flagpole was even louder. Zuo Yuncong listened to the messy talk around him, and felt like he wanted to hit the wall with his head.

He couldn't hate Zheng Ming at this time. The only thing he hated was himself, why did he learn for so many years but he was useless at all, and he fell into Zheng Ming's hands again and again.

He was a little confused about why he had escaped, but in the end he was captured by Zheng Ming.

Moreover, he felt that the few times he was knocked out seemed to be Zheng Ming's hand. Could it be that his damn master was also here?

"Oh, noon is here." A voice suddenly sounded. Accompanied by this sound, the figures surrounding them suddenly dodged.

The rope hanging on Zuo Yuncong's leg also began to land at this moment. In just a blink of an eye, Zuo Yuncong was put down from the flagpole.

"Uncle, drink some water, eat something, and rest for a while before running." Leng Yuanying's son handed over a large thick porcelain bowl in his hand.

This is a cool herbal tea. For Zuo Yuncong, who has been hanging on the flagpole for a while, a big bowl of tea is his best way to quench his thirst.

After drinking the tea, the boy took the bowl and said carefully: "Uncle, don't worry, they will bring the meal here."

"I'm not in a hurry." Zuo Yuncong waved his hand and sat down on the already arranged stool, then said in a deep voice: "Let them prepare two jars of wine!"

The boy's eyes suddenly widened.

Although young, the boy also knew that drinking now was not beneficial for his uncle.

After all, after drinking, people will feel dizzy and slow to move! Although they can use their true energy to force the wine out, for Uncle Leng who is about to escape, it is better not to drink this wine.

"Uncle Leng, this wine is a big mistake. I think we will still..."

Before the boy could finish his words, Zuo Yuncong had already slapped the table and said, "Let you get the wine and bring it to me immediately."

After saying this, Zuo Yuncong seemed to feel that his words were too rough. He glanced at the boy quietly, then sighed and said, "I just want to have two drinks."

"You...you can't be decadent, you still have a chance." After the boy said this, he suddenly realized that his voice was so low.

Obviously, the boy also felt that he did not have much confidence in Uncle Leng. This feeling made the boy very uncomfortable, but the boy didn't know how he should speak at this moment.

Just as the boy was hesitating, Zuo Yuncong smiled softly, trying to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just waved his sleeve at the boy and signaled the boy to ask someone to do it.

In Jinhua Mansion, wine is easy to find, and when the wine is brought, all kinds of dishes are also served.

After slapping the seal of the wine jar, Zuo Yuncong picked up the wine jar and poured it into his stomach with a big mouthful.

In just a blink of an eye, the jar of wine was drunk by Zuo Yuncong half of the jar. The wine spilled from the edge of the jar floated on Zuo Yuncong's body, giving people a feeling of great success.

"It's so satisfying!" Zuo Yuncong shouted to the sky, and he couldn't say anything heroic.

But when the young man surnamed Leng looked at Zuo Yuncong's appearance, he had the urge to cry. He still remembered that when he first met Zuo Yuncong, Zuo Yuncong looked rigorous and indifferent.

Although this appearance gives people a feeling that it is not easy to get close to, the boy knew that that appearance should be what a top killer should have. Zuo Yuncong is not like a top killer now.

Zuo Yuncong picked up a fat chicken directly, drank a lot of wine and ate meat happily, which made everyone who watched around, who thought Zuo Yuncong would leave immediately were shocked.

And this news quickly reached Jiang Yuanfeng's ears of the Jiang family.

Jiang Yuanfeng was looking through a boxing book. He looked at this boxing book and frowned, sometimes reluctant to leave, sometimes with ferocious eyes, but after ferocious, he was afraid, and a deep fear.

"Report to the head of the family, Zuo Yuncong did not run away." The butler who came to report with his courage, his voice softly.

Jiang Yuanfeng casually placed the boxing score on the table. At this time, the housekeeper discovered that the boxing score had traces of being burned by fire.

Even the last dozen pages were only half left.

As the butler of the Jiang family for many years, he knew that the ancestors of the Jiang family had come to the door as an outer disciple.

It was not until he came down from the mountain at the age of fifty that he started marrying and having children, and he had the Jiang family today. The only thing the ancestor of the Jiang family brought back from his door was this boxing technique called Dragon Elephant Fist.

I heard that the ancestor of the Jiang family fought with an elder of the Burial Sword Palace. In the meantime, the force of a dragon and an elephant was the force of a dragon and an elephant, and finally forced the elder of the Burial Sword Palace to gain a foothold here.

However, since that ancestor, no one in the Jiang family has been practicing Dragon Elephant Fist. As for the reason, no one knows, but Dragon Elephant Fist has become a kind of inheritance for the Jiang family.

Why did the head of the family take out the dragon and elephant fist and look through it carefully here?

The housekeeper, who was puzzled in his heart, was guessing what his head of the family meant, and then he heard Jiang Yuanfeng say, "What are he doing?"

"He was drinking, and he also asked for a large table of dishes, drinking and eating meat in big mouthfuls." The housekeeper said carefully: "Just when the young man received the report, he had already drunk a full five kilograms of wine."

Five kilograms of wine are not too large for warriors, but they can also make people feel a little slow.

Can you clear your reputation of being captured and dispelled by seven times? Now is Zuo Yuncong’s only chance. In everyone’s opinion, Zuo Yuncong should be careful to use every minute at this time.

"For him, it's better to be dizzy." Jiang Yuanfeng sighed, then picked up the ragged dragon elephant boxing brochure and said, "Go and prepare a worship box, I want to use it." (To be continued.)
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