Lu Fan sat at the car window, looking calmly at the figures slowly pouring out from all directions in the darkness, in the grass, in the attic, and in the pond.
"It doesn't matter that Shen Wufeng's Jiangnan Martial League is no match for the Dragon Temple. Why can't even the Ancestral Dragon Temple in Nandu deal with these foreign thieves?"
"It's just thirteen dragons. Even if you add a hell sea dragon and those disciples and grandsons, it can at best be regarded as a medium-sized ancient martial arts family."
"The Jiangnan Martial Alliance is more than capable of dealing with them, so why can't even the Ancestral Dragon Palace be their opponent?"
"Unless, there are some shameful traitors in Nandu..."
"Pap-pap-pap!"
Applause sounded.
Ten people walked out of an attic door one after another. The leader was a blond man with blue eyes. He was tall and strong, with bulging temples. However, when he walked, he gave people a sense of elegance and elegance. Lu Fan took a quick look and knew that the opponent's strength was not inferior to that of the Grand Master. He was a strong man with considerable strength.
Behind him were eight foreigners of different skin colors, only one of whom was Chinese, Qiao Mu who had just quickly left the car and came back again!
"The boy who slayed dragons eventually became an evil dragon."
Lu Fan took out another cigarette and held it in his mouth, taking a deep breath. In the smoke, he squinted his eyes and looked at Qiao Mu standing in the crowd: "What are you trying to do?"
"What are you planning?"
Qiao Mu stepped forward and took a step forward. The dullness, indifference, and dull look that had always been on his face and had remained unchanged for thousands of years were completely gone.
Instead, there is a kind of frivolity, ferocity, gloating, and arrogance!
"I followed Gu Gu for twenty-three years. I started fighting when I was a teenager until I reached middle age."
"I can say that I have made countless contributions to the Ancestral Dragon Palace and the country of China!"
"Not even ten thousand people who invaded foreign lands died in my hands, but eight thousand!"
Qiao Mu's mood suddenly became very exciting: "But what did I get? What do I own? Rights, money, women, career... I have nothing! I don't even have the qualifications to have a normal name!"
"Can't have a real name?"
Lu Fan was stunned when he heard this: "Isn't your name Qiao Mu?"