Chapter 3523: Throw well

Feng Jiuxiao frowned. Although he was dissatisfied, he nodded.
Back to Jiuzhong Tiangong.
"Brother, what do you mean by Lord Long, play with us?"
Ji Liuhe drank the wine in the gourd, grabbing the big chicken thigh with one hand and gnawing.
The luxurious seats made by Jin Yu were splashed with his drinks and oils.
"It's easy to get the first place in the eight-door competition if it's our age of three brothers..."
"The problem is that the Eight-Sect Grand Contest must be an eight-sect member who has never participated."
On the opposite chair, a thin man was playing with a few dice with a wicked smile.
The man was dressed in a colorful gold embroidered gown. Not only was he holding a dice in his hand, but his clothes were also patterned with Pai Gow.
"Lao San, you are playing in Bamen's gambling house every day, knowing which little guy of our Shenlong clan can beat Bamen for the first place?" Ji Liuhe asked.
"Second brother, are you stupid, let me find a good fight from the casino?"
"Huh? It doesn't seem to be right... Qi Sanchuan, you kid, what else can you do besides playing money? Can you do something serious!?"
"You fat man, you are serious when you drink and eat meat every day? The eldest brother's precious son is injured, do you think I am not in a hurry?"
"Oh... my poor catching nephew..."
Feng Jiuxiao sat on the top dragon chair and cursed impatiently: "You two! Shut up!"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan were anxious and calmed down.
"One knows how to eat and drink, and the other knows to bet. It's all six tribulation blue dragons, the wild six tribulations, but it's not a star or a half better than you!"
"Brother, I won't accept what you said. I haven't beaten it. Who knows?"
"Lin Wan's ambush on all sides can make you helpless, but it is in Feng Xiaotian's hands... what do you think?"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan curled their lips, a bit unable to refute.
"That magical skill is also a jerk..." Ji Liuhe muttered.
"I'm afraid it's your eldest brother to kill that kid," Qi Sanchuan said.
"Don't understand the meaning of the patron saint? The patron saint has already cherished talents. At this time, if we go to the wild to kill people, we will die first!" Ji Liuhe said.
Feng Jiuxiao was silent for a while, and said: "Second, you go to the door and find a few good seedlings that can be used. Third, you go to the other seven doors and see who is available for us..."
"I can choose eight newcomers this time, except for the first place I am bound to win, the first eight, we Shenlong family will have!"
Ji Liuhe happily got up, "Hey, I like your temper, big brother!"
"Brother, let's do it now, from Hongmeng to Wilderness, no gambling shop I'm not familiar with!"
Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "You don't want to lose your mind..."
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing reckless clothes with a flattering smile walked in.
Behind him were hundreds of beautiful and graceful women.
"Palace Master! There are a total of 137 tribute girls from the clan this time, please accept the Palace Master!"
Feng Jiuxiao looked helpless, "Isn't this just paying tribute the year before last?"
The middle-aged man directly knelt down, and a group of girls also knelt down.
"Palace lord! For the prosperity of the Shenlong clan, please also the palace lord to be involved!!"
"Please pity the palace owner!!"
A group of women were also very eager, and some began to cry.
Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "Finally, for the sake of Shenlong, the lord of the palace will leave you behind..."
"Thank you palace lord for taking in! The palace lord is tired for my Shenlong clan!!"
Feng Jiuxiao smiled bitterly, "Don't blame you, all go to the harem..."
The man hurriedly called a group of women up, "Hurry up and get dressed up? From now on, you must take care of the palace lord and open branches and leaves for Shenlong!"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan tweeted out, winked at each other, and then left the hall...
...
"Feng Jiuxiao, this beast!"
An ice-carved jade palace in Hongmeng is the Beihan Temple dominated by the Xuanming clan.
The lord Zhou Hankong sat at the top and slapped Xuanbing chair angrily.
"This time the Eight-Sect Competition, I need to make him the Nine Heavenly Palace, so there will be no more day to turn back!"
"Hallmaster, as far as I know, the Qianmen Zong family of the Shenlong clan, and many branches of the other seven schools, have many masters."
"If you want to squeeze out the Shenlong clan out of the eight places, it's impossible..."
Several elders in the temple expressed their opinions.
"What do you know? Eight places are actually not critical at all."
Zhou Hankong sneered: "We only need to get the first place, everything will change!"
Everyone was taken aback, and then they all understood!
"Patron saint!?"
"Not bad!" Zhou Hankong said: "A wish to make a wish with the patron saint is enough for us Xuan Ming clan to suppress Shenlong clan!"
"Then we must find young talents who can be trusted by the clan and can win the first prize!"
"Can this work? Phoenix and White Tiger also have a lot of masters, as well as several strong clan Qingqiu and Zhulong..."
Zhou Hankong interrupted everyone: "I already have a candidate."
"Who?"
"My youngest son, Zhou Xuwang!"
A weird gloom flashed in Zhou Hankong's eyes...
A group of elders in the temple looked at each other and seemed very confused.
"Zhou Xuwang? Which young master?"
"I haven't heard of it, is it an illegitimate child?"
Everyone whispered in secret, but didn't dare to say anything, and planned to investigate again in secret.
At the same time, the upstream Kanmen.
In a classical courtyard full of snow plums.
"Master False, Master False!"
The old man took a few servants and came to the yard.
The white young man in white clothes and white trousers, wearing pajamas and holding a volume of ancient books, was drinking hot tea alone and reading the ancient books.
"What's the matter?" The young man asked back.
"The Hongmeng Beihan Temple has come to a handbook, the Lord Zhou Hankong, he will be back soon, and I specifically ask you to meet you, Young Master!"
The young man looked indifferent and smiled and said, "I know, you can withdraw."
The old man said excitedly: "Young master, you can be considered a little bit ahead!"
Several servants in the courtyard also shed tears.
Zhou Xuwang put down the scroll, got up, stepped on the snow, and walked back to the house.
He closed the door and looked into the simple room, a white wall...
Outside the house, the old man waited for a group of servants, walking some distance from the yard.
After crossing a bridge, the old man suddenly turned around in doubt and looked at a group of servants.
"What are you doing with the old man?"
"Butler, didn't you call us?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Look... see what young master?"
"Master? How can there be a master?"
"We came out of that yard." A maid pointed at the place behind where the snow plum blossoms were in full bloom.
The old housekeeper cursed: "Nonsense! The little concubine and little son who lived there died in a well over a decade ago, and no one went into the abandoned courtyard. Where is the young master?"
A group of servants were taken aback, and then they felt inexplicable.
"We don't know... Could we remember it wrong?"
The old housekeeper is too lazy to take care of it, "A bunch of lazy servants, don't they go to work?"
The servants were wronged, but they had to shake their heads and walk away.
At this time, Zhou Xu was in the room.
The sparkle of the miner’s lamp was beating, and a black shadow was projected on the wall...
Gradually, behind the shadow, several pairs of black wings appeared to grow, and gradually, the shadow filled the entire wall...
In Zhou Xuwang's eyes, the black light was beating...
"Everything has just begun..."