War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

Fast! fast! fast!

Now, Duan Lingtian can't wait to insert two wings for himself and fly directly into the Arc de Triomphe.

As long as he enters the city, he is safe.

Finally, under Duan Lingtian’s jealous eyes, the old man stopped his footsteps and apparently went to see the boy’s injury.

"Call!"

Dong Lingtian was relieved and found that his clothes had been infiltrated by cold sweat.

At this moment, he has a feeling of suddenly rising from heaven to heaven.

Although the old man did not catch up, Duan Lingtian did not dare to hesitate, riding a sweaty BMW directly into the city.

After entering the city, I heard the pedestrians on the side of the road exclaim.

"Look at you!"

"It's a sweaty horse!"

"Is the sweaty BMW just passing by him?"

......

Duan Lingtian heard the discussion of the crowd.

Frowning frowns, turning straight down, and when everyone’s eyes fell on the sweaty BMW, they took the opportunity to leave.

Invisible people, the flow of people, the flow of people, disappeared.

"Is it popular now to throw sweaty horses everywhere?"

"This is a sweaty horse worth a million dollars...the boy, just like throwing away trash."

A lot of people are dumbfounded.

Call!

At this moment, everyone’s eyes fell in the direction of the city gate,

An old figure, pulling out a series of afterimages, instantly came to the front of the BMW.

"You can see the purple boy who went into the city?"

The old man is like a power, sweeping the crowd around, so that the people present can only feel chilling.

"Going over there!"

Someone pointed to the direction of Duan Lingtian's departure.

Call!

The figure of the old man is hidden in the crowd and disappears.

"Hurry!"

"It's too fast, I am also a martial artist, but even his figure is unpredictable."

"It is estimated that the Yuan Dan is strong."

"I have seen the "Emperor of Zhong Jia", "Zhong Ying", and Zhong Ying is the seven strongest person in Yuan Dan. The speed seems to be not so fast."

......

The crowd is awkward.

Section Ling Tian seven rounds around eight, around the majority of the Arc de Triomphe, until the darkness, only relieved.

"Now change the dress first, otherwise it will be too obvious."

Duan Lingtian looked at his clothes, the dark road.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Duan Lingtian found a figure coming to him.

Look at the figure, a teenager with a height similar to him.

"Yang Niang will be very happy. From tomorrow, I am the servant of Zhong's family. There are twelve gongs in one month." Wonderful King

The boy muttered to himself, glared at Xiaoqu and walked into the alley.

Just, he soon calmed down and his throat seemed to be buckled.

Under the moonlight.

The dark purple sword sparkles with a cold glow.

"Heroes are spared, I have no money, I really have no money."

The boy was so scared that he closed his eyes and panicked.

Dong Lingtian is speechless.

Who wants your money!

"Take off your clothes."

Section Ling Tian said.

"Ah! Good man, you... you want to..."

The boy’s body stunned and his voice trembled.

"Less nonsense, undress!"

Dong Lingtian is a little impatient.

"Yes, yes."

The boy nodded and took off his coat three or two times.

Duan Lingtian removed the clothes from his body and put on the clothes that the juvenile took off.

Just, when he changed his clothes, he found that the teenager had also taken off his pants. He was leaning against the wall, his **** was facing him, and his body was still shaking. "Hello, you must be gentle, I... ...I am still the first time..."

Dong Lingtian is dumbfounded.

This guy, who is he?

Even if he wants to rob, don’t you find a man?

"Roll! Laozi only needs your clothes."

Dong Lingtian took the sword and kicked it out. He was in the middle of the boy’s bare butt.

The boy yelled and yelled, and he screamed: "Hello, you said it... oh... my innocence..."

"Is Laozi like that kind of person?"

After stunned the teenager, Duan Lingtian snorted and left the alley.

The night market of the Arc de Triomphe is similar to the Aurora City and is quite lively.

A mask was bought at a night market stall. After looking for a remote place to wear it, Duan Lingtian went to the ghosts to organize a stronghold in the Arc de Triomphe.

Tang Ying told him in advance about the ghosts, so he quickly found it.

Step forward and come to the counter.

Behind the counter, is a young woman, about twenty-two or three years old, the enchanting figure is like a water snake, a pair of majestic jade screaming out, with her cold face, forming a sharp contrast.

Seeing that Ling Ling is wearing a mask, the woman is not surprised, as if it is commonplace.

"Wang family, children in the outer court, Wang Zhen."

Duan Lingtian looked at the woman, lowered his voice and pretended to be hoarse.

"One thousand two deposits, confirmed after three days."

The woman’s voice is very cold, without feelings.

Duan Lingtian will take out the 12,000 silver tickets that have been taken out from Nayong, and put them on the counter and turn and leave.

The rules of ghost organization, he has learned from Tang Ying’s mouth.

After leaving the stronghold of the ghost organization, Duan Lingtian turned around again, confirming that he had not been tracked before he took off his mask and shattered his palm. God of the Gods

After that, he went to the downtown area of ​​the Arc de Triomphe and ate some barbecues, so he found a nearby inn to stay.

"Two sweaty horses, a strong infant."

Thinking about what happened outside the Arc de Triomphe today, Duan Lingtian was sinking.

It can be escorted by a strong infant, and the identity of that young girl is inevitably not simple. It is most likely a person from the county family.

"However, my appearance is also recognized by the boy and the girl."

He thought of it, he was relieved.

Thinking for a while, he went back and bought some rouge gouache.

Previous life, as a mercenary, Duan Lingtian is good at all kinds of hidden means, including ‘pseudo-easy capacity’.

It took half an hour, and Duan Lingtian’s cheeks changed and became very common.

"Yes, the craft has not fallen."

In the mirror, Duan Lingtian nodded with satisfaction.

Ordinary cheeks, at first glance, there is no trace of makeup at all...

This face is the kind that can't be found anymore.

"Now, even if they let me see you again, it's impossible to recognize them."

After finishing the makeup, Duan Lingtian was relieved for a while.

The next morning, taking advantage of the shopkeeper was still dozing off, he directly retired.

If you want to hide completely, you must leave no trace.

This treasurer, who saw his ‘true capacity’ last night.

Out of the inn, Duan Lingtian was looking for a restaurant to have breakfast.

Before the hot morning, let his index finger move.

"I don't know who it is, so embarrassing, even the arms of the ‘Yanshan County’ guardian son on the top of our Arc de Triomphe are dare to break!”

"I heard that the patriarch went to the Wang family and the Zhong family early this morning. It is estimated that they want to use their power to find out the murderer."

"It is said that the murderer is a juvenile sword repairer about sixteen years old. He is a three-person repairer in Condensed Dan, dressed in a purple dress, looks handsome... just, how can this be found?"

Duan Lingtian is drinking milk at a big mouth, and when he is eating early, he hears a discussion at a table not far away.

That is three young people in their early twenties.

Dong Lingtian’s heart was shocked.

It’s natural to guess that the ‘civil’s in their mouth is themselves.

Just, although he guessed that the three people were not too small yesterday, they did not expect such exaggeration.

Yanshan County has a vast territory and covers eighty-one cities.

Among them, including Aurora City, Triumph City and Smoky City.

Yanshan County is one of the eighteen counties of the Akasaka Kingdom, and the county guards of the eighteen counties are all heavy and heavy.

It is said that 18 counties are guarded, and it is a ‘virtual powerhouse’.

The virtual imaginary is the existence above the Yuan Ying martial arts. The strength is amazing. It is also called the ‘land immortal’. It can be the power of the flesh and the air.

"The boy, is the son of Yanshan County?"

Duan Lingtian also realized that he was in trouble, and it was still a big problem.

[网王] The long journey of resurrection to pursue a wife

However, he does not regret it.

If he can come back again, he will still do that.

" Fortunately, here is the Arc de Triomphe, far from the city of Aurora... There should be no one who doubts me."

Dong Lingtian’s heart moved, the dark road.

The next three days.

The entire Arc de Triomphe was alarmed by the big movements of the three families.

There is only one purpose.

Find out the culprit who broke the son of the county guard.

In the meantime, Duan Lingtian saw the girl again.

The girl looked at the frost and was following a group of people and searching for his whereabouts.

However, although he was confronted with a girl, he was not recognized by the girl.

Dong Lingtian believes.

Now, unless he is a child and his mother, Li Rou, other people, including Li Fei, even if he is face to face with him, he will not recognize him.

He is confident in his own ‘pseudo-easy capacity’ approach.

The night is deep.

Duan Lingtian bought a mask at the night market. After wearing it, he once again came to the base of the ghost organization in the Arc de Triomphe.

It’s still the enchanting young woman who receives him.

"Wang family, Wang Zhen, how is it confirmed?"

Dong Lingtian opened the door to see the mountain.

"200,000."

The woman's voice is cold.

"A quenching body warrior, so expensive?"

Section Ling Tianyi.

With the price he learned from Tang Yingkou, a quenched body of nine heavy weapons, at most 100,000.

"Deep into the Wang Family House, the risk is great."

The woman’s cold voice came.

"This is 190,000."

Dong Lingtian did not say much, took out the prepared silver ticket and handed it to the woman.

The woman took the silver ticket and nodded.

"When do you start?"

Section Ling Tian could not help but ask.

"Tonight, the goal is to die."

Listen to the woman.

Dong Lingtian’s mouth is a touch of curvature, but it is blocked by the mask.

He left the ghost organization's stronghold and found another inn to stay.

He had plans in his heart.

Tomorrow morning, after breakfast, leave the Arc de Triomphe.

The next day.

Duan Lingtian found a restaurant to have breakfast.

I thought I could hear some winds, but I didn’t expect that it’s still a slap in the face of the county’s son.

" According to Tang Ying, as long as they are the tasks of their ghost organization, they have never lost their hands. There should be no problem."

Dong Lingtian is ready to leave the restaurant after eating and drinking.