Vol 7 Chapter 16: Before the final battle

Ye Gucheng's whereabouts are unknown, and Fang Lang's location is indeed well known.
But everyone knows that Fang Lang lives in Ouyang Qing’s boudoir in the largest red building in Beijing. Everyone in the world knows it, but no one can find him because Ouyang Qing’s door was The sword is so guarded, it is difficult for anyone to break through the evil spirits of the ghost and find Fang Lang's trouble.
Because of this, almost no one knows Fang Lang, he can easily bypass the secret guards around the red building, and walk on the street with ease.
autumn. The maple leaves of Xishan are red, and the jade dew of Tianjie is white. The autumn is getting deeper.
On August 13th, Fang Lang did not need to extend the period of his decisive battle. Therefore, their decisive battle was still set on the night of the full moon, and there were two days left. His fighting consciousness did not need to be like a person in this world, incense and meditation. , So Fang Lang felt a little bored, and was going to find Lu Xiaofeng.
Early morning.
Li Yanbei walked out of the twelfth of his thirty mansions and strode along the morning misty streets. This man was eight feet one inch tall, burly, strong, and energetic. With thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, eagle nose, and serious face, there is always a cruel expression, which looks like a leopard just emerging from the primitive mountain forest.
Ten years ago, he was already one of the most powerful people in this ancient city. He was about ten feet away from behind him, and he was also following a group of people, almost at the speed of running to keep up with his steps, they all They are rich and successful middle-aged people. No one wants to walk out of their warm and comfortable home in such an early morning and run on the streets in the cold wind, but they have to walk like this every morning.
Because Li Yanbei likes to walk along his fixed route for half an hour when the morning dawns. This place is almost his kingdom. At this time, his mind is always sober and his judgment is always correct. He likes his followers to follow him behind, waiting for him to give orders. And this has been his habit for many years, just like the early days of the king, whether you like it or not, you must never violate it.
This is probably the most traditional flattery in ancient times.
Even the people in Zhenyuan Escort are all his subordinates, so Li Yanbei's status is very high, at least in black and white, few people will not give him face.
The sun has not yet risen, and the wind still carries the coldness of the night. The dead leaves of the autumn trees on the street have already withered, and the dew on the fallen leaves has formed a thin autumn frost.
But the stalls on the breakfast street were already busy. Fang Lang was there, drinking soy milk, watching the group of people on the morning jog. He was waiting for Lu Xiaofeng's arrival.
Perhaps the atmosphere of the decisive battle disturbed the entire capital. Even for such an early stall, Fang Lang heard that the owner of the stall was discussing the decisive battle. The major gambling houses had already opened and the gambling rate was very different, but most of them believed that Ye Gucheng can win, but... because of the news that Ye Gucheng was injured.
The gambling shops have become a little nervous all day long.
Fang Lang knew that Li Yanbei was overwhelmed by him because of Lu Xiaofeng.
Li Yanbei clenched his fists and strode quickly. He had walked from the small road of the fortress to the center of the city outside Qianmen. He saw Fang Lang, but he only glanced at him. He didn't recognize Fang Lang, but stopped. , Suddenly called: "Sun Chong!"
A person hurried out from behind.
Li Yanbei did not slow down and waited for him. He didn't even look at him. He just said with a calm face, "Have I taken care of you? Never take a large business before the 15th?"
It is indeed a great prestige.
Fang Lang looked at the pedestrian with a smile. The big men behind Li Yanbei were all rich and luxurious, but in front of Li Yanbei they were like a dozen puppies nodding and bowing.
Sun Chong said: "Yes."
Li Yanbei said: "Then last night, why did you sell all the sixty-six ghost knives, fifty swords and all the bows and arrows in the library?"
Sun Chong lowered his head, his face changed, he hung his head and whispered: "The profit of the ticket business is very large, and it is almost profitable, and..."
Li Yanbei sneered: "And business is always business, isn't it?"
Sun Chong did not dare to answer again, his head dropped lower.
Li Yanbei had an angry expression on her face, her fists were clenched tighter, and she suddenly asked, "Do you know who the buyer is?"
Sun Chong hesitated and shook his head, but his eyes were turning around secretly. At this time they had just walked onto the narrow Cherry Xie Street, and of course the shops on both sides had not yet opened. But at this moment, in the narrow alleys on the left and right, suddenly two awning carts rushed out, separating them in the middle of the road.
Then, the awning on the top of the car suddenly lifted up-there were a dozen big men in black hidden in each car, and everyone held Zhang Qiang's bow in his hand. The string of each bow was stretched and the arrow was already on the string. . Sun Chonggang wanted to rush into the car, but Li Yanbei's hands and feet had been caught by Li Yanbei's iron palms.
Because of the disparity at this moment, Sun Chong was shot to death by arrows in front of him.
Li Yanbei was able to pass these bows and arrows with his super reaction ability. He sat down on a horse and shook his backhand. He actually shook Sun Chong up and met the locust-like chaotic arrows. He shouted, I also wanted to rush into the caravan. Unexpectedly, after a group of archers in front of them shot their arrows, they immediately fell down, and there was a group of archers behind.
Seeing such a scene, the hawker at the early stall immediately hid behind the pillar, waved at Fang Lang, and anxiously called to hide.
Fang Lang smiled, "Don't you think this scene is very beautiful?"
When the hawker heard the words, he knew that Fang Lang was also a member of the martial arts, so he looked at him with admiration and fear, and stopped talking.
On the opposite side, Li Yanbei seemed to be in a stalemate. He was likely to be shot to death by these bows and arrows in the next moment, and the people behind him all rushed away.
Fang Lang suddenly put down the soy milk and looked at the eaves on the left.
Suddenly there was a very sharp wind. Green light flashed across the bowstring.
Just listen to "Boom, boom, boom..." a series of crisp sounds like beads falling on a jade plate, and the twenty-eight bowstrings of the strong bow were cut by two blue lights at the same time! Then there was another "snatch" sound, and the blue light was nailed to the door panel on the right, and it was only two coins. ..
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