Chapter 13 Storm Is Coming

"Shi Jialuo, my son is dead!"

A roar suddenly came out from the Tianmang City Lord's Mansion, rolling like thunder. The maids and servants who were originally laughing and playing heard this sound and immediately fell silent. Even several fox maids bought from humans were shocked to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices and fainted with a whimper.

In the City Lord's Mansion, a tall and mighty figure kept walking back and forth. This man had a leopard head and round eyes, and he was intimidating without anger. At this moment, when he was angry, his momentum was even more amazing, and his fighting spirit leaked out unconsciously.

His fighting spirit was as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a knife. The bluestone slab under his feet was crushed into powder. Dust and smoke rose everywhere when his footsteps fell.

This kind of strange phenomenon is a sign of practicing the Longmeng Baoxiang Jue to the realm of fighting spirit as high as a mountain!

This person is the lord of Tianmang City in the five southern barbarians of the Great Zhou Kingdom, the patriarch of the Jialuo Barbarians, Shi Jialuo.

Ho Jia Luo looked coldly at the middle-aged man sitting beside him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Shi Jia Luo, my dear brother! Someone told me that I should kill you first, because you are the most likely murderer to kill my son and snatch the Longmeng Baoxiang Jue! You tell me, how should I deal with you?"

The middle-aged man Shi Jia Luo is Ho Jia Luo's younger brother, one of the five commanders of the Black Flag Town Barbarians of the Great Zhou Kingdom, in charge of the Tianmang Xiang Army, and is also a well-known master. Hearing this, his face was calm, and he looked up and said indifferently: "Second brother, if I wanted to snatch the Longmeng Baoxiang Jue, I would have snatched it sixteen years ago. Why wait until now? Sixteen years ago, you and I brothers and others competed for the position of clan leader. If I were ruthless, not to mention the Longmeng Baoxiang Jue, even the position of clan leader would be mine."

Ho Jia Luo snorted coldly, staring at his face tightly, as if trying to see his true thoughts from his facial expression, but to his disappointment, Shi Jia Luo always had an indifferent look.

"Sixteen years ago, you and I joined forces to get rid of my elder brother. You helped me to become the leader of the clan. After I became the leader of the clan, I helped you to become the commander of the five major cities and lead an army. This time, I will trust you. My stupid son is dead, and I can just give birth to another one. However, the Longmeng Treasure Elephant Art is a treasure of my Jialuo clan, and it must not fall into the hands of outsiders! How has the investigation been these days?" Shi Jialuo said expressionlessly, "Shaodian's body was found in the Spider Forest, and the three imperial guards also disappeared in the Spider Forest. I suspect that the Longmeng Treasure Elephant Art fell into their hands. The origins of these three people have been found out, and they have some inextricable relationship with the nobles in the city. Therefore, I think it may be the nobles of this city who instructed them. If this is true, it will be difficult to investigate..." "It's not easy to investigate, but you have to investigate. What kind of bullshit nobles? These pigs have long been fed up with our Jialuo clan ruling Tianmang City. , peeping at my family's Dou Qi!" With a fierce look in his eyes, he said coldly: "Shi Jia Luo, whoever touches the Long Meng Bao Xiang Jue will have his hand chopped off, and whoever looks at it will have his eyes gouged out. If anyone dares to practice it, his entire clan will be exterminated! Do you understand?"

Shi Jia Luo's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he lowered his head and said: "Yes." He stood up and quietly left the room. After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Shi Jia Luo breathed a sigh of relief. His back was chilly. He reached out and touched it. It was wet with cold sweat. He couldn't help muttering: "Long Meng Bao Xiang Jue has been practiced to the sixth level, and it actually has such a terrifying pressure. It really deserves to be the seventh-ranked martial arts on the Qigong Dou Qi List. Was it really a mistake for me to give up the position of clan leader back then..."

"Commander-in-chief, you should have listened to me and fought for the position of clan leader back then!" A white-haired human old man slowly walked out of the corner of the wall, wearing a dark purple magic robe with four white clouds embroidered on his chest. These four white clouds symbolize his strength, a fourth-level magician.

After reaching level 10, a magician becomes a magician, and his strength changes dramatically. He can combine the five magic elements of earth, water, wind, fire, and darkness at will, and his power is infinite. Every time a magician advances a level, a white cloud will be embroidered on his chest. The four white clouds on the chest of this old magician can be called an incredible strong man.

"It's not too late now, isn't it?" Shi Jialuo smiled on his fair face and said, "I just need to execute my second brother's orders meticulously. However, the specific execution method is of course for my second brother's confidants to come forward, hold his banner, try to offend the nobles in the city, and even go to the main cities such as Black Water Skylark to search for suspects at will. In this way, my second brother will lose all prestige, and those nobles will no longer support him. Even the other four main cities will jointly denounce him. At that time, I will raise my arms as the commander of the capital. If he does not abdicate obediently, he will be a traitor and will die!"

Samo looked at him with admiration, rather than admiration, it is better to say awe.

The man in front of him who holds great power is meticulous and vicious, and he is completely unlike other people in southern Xinjiang. Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is Shi Jialuo's military advisor, but Samo knows very well that this man does not need a military advisor to tell him what to do, he just needs someone to listen to him.

Flattery is also an art. The highest level is not to please the other party deliberately, but to listen to the other party quietly and let him express his opinions freely.

"Even if I force Si Jialuo to abdicate and let you take the position of the clan leader, what if he doesn't hand over Longmeng Baoxiang Jue?"

Si Jialuo put his hands behind his back and chuckled: "Is Longmeng Baoxiang Jue really so important to me? The reason why I didn't fight for the position of clan leader was because I got another magical mental method that was not inferior to Longmeng Baoxiang Jue. Longmeng Baoxiang Jue, I really want to fight..."

"Aman, your strength is getting weaker and weaker, it's really disappointing!"

In the early morning, Wildhammer Village was still the same as six years ago. The rocky Wildhammers in the square were carrying iron birch sticks and attacking Zhang Debiao like a violent storm. The iron birch stick in his hand was like a poisonous dragon and python, as sharp as a big spear, as fierce as a giant hammer, simple, direct, and domineering, which often made Zhang Debiao unable to breathe.

After returning from the Holy Mountain, Zhang Debiao returned to the simple life of the past, exercising for an hour and a half every morning, and taking Xiao Hei to hunt in Yulang Canyon in the afternoon.

Of course, most of the hunting was left to Xiao Hei, the mountain guarding dog, while Zhang Debiao sneaked into the Sanggan River to hone his spear skills underwater. The rest of the time was spent practicing Long Meng Bao Xiang Jue and tempering his savagery. strength.

Sometimes, he also tried to combine the Great Coffin Splitting Hand with Qiankun Jue, Thunder Running Technique and other techniques to perfect the Thunder Running Hand. Although there were gains, the results were not great.

Although Zhang Debiao practiced crazily and his strength was much improved than before the coming-of-age ceremony, the more he improved his cultivation, the more he discovered that his father's rocky wild hammer was still so unfathomable.

As his strength increases, this feeling becomes stronger.

The first warrior of the Mengzhuan tribe seemed to always be so calm before his attack, like an insurmountable mountain.

"How far has my father's strength reached? Is the gap between barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors really that huge?"

Zhang Debiao took a deep breath. Apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, he spent the rest of his time practicing crazily. This period of time was the period of his fastest progress, with his strength changing almost every day. However, every time Zhang Debiao raised his barbaric strength to the level of a second-level barbarian warrior, he soon discovered to his chagrin that Long Meng Baoxiang Jue had once again brought him back to a first-level barbarian warrior.

This strange mentality seems to be obsessed with tempering the barbaric energy, and wants to refine this primitive fighting spirit thousands of times, from pig iron to fine steel!

Another day of practice passed, Zhang Debiao finished his rest, put the iron gun behind his back as usual, and jumped on Xiao Hei's back.

"Abba, I went hunting!"

Rock Wildhammer nodded expressionlessly and watched him leave the village. The cripple Langtu walked up behind him with a cane and said with a half-smile, "Are you tired of maintaining this expression?"

Rock Wildhammer's resolute face suddenly relaxed, showing a hint of fatigue, and he smiled bitterly: "Tired! This bastard Aman is getting stronger and stronger. I must use all my strength now to hold him down steadily!"

The lame man was startled: "Is that boy already a barbarian fighter?"

"No." Rock Wildhammer shook his head and said with a strange expression: "He is still a barbarian warrior, and a first-level barbarian warrior, but his strength is so great that even a barbarian warrior like me can't compare..."

The lame man gasped: "What kind of mental method did this kid Aman choose from the temple? It's so weird that it can actually reduce him from the eighth level barbarian warrior to the first level! By the way, you heard what those merchants said Really? There has been a lot of turmoil in Tianmang City recently, and Hu Jialuo is hunting down and killing people everywhere."

Rock Wildhammer nodded: "I heard, what's the big deal? The nobles in the city are killing people every day."

"With your brain, you definitely can't see the fishiness in it!" Lang Tu looked at the sky and said leisurely: "Brothers are fighting. It seems that the main city of Tianmang is going to change..."

"It's none of my business!" Rock Wildhammer snorted coldly, turned around and left.

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