The lights are bright and the soldiers are noisy.
Shenbing Villa is the overlord nearby, how terrifying is it when it moves
Fang Yuan really saw the defense of the Villa this time.
Each torch was raised, illuminating the entire villa like daylight.
There is no official government in this world, so there is armor in Shenbing Villa, and it is the kind of mysterious armor that is forged from hundreds of refined steel and covers the whole body. Even if a middle-level or third-level master attacks wildly, it may not be able to break through.
There are not only armors, but also crossbow-wielding warriors, with the Shenbing Tower as the center, showing a spreading trend.
When encountering this kind of lineup, if there are more masters to check it, even the first-class masters will probably suffer a lot!
"snort!"
The gray-robed man snorted coldly, his eyes uncertain, as if he was choosing between killing Fang Yuan by force and running away immediately.
"Nangong Wuwang... Although I don't know why you have martial arts skills, your end has long been destined to be miserable, and you have become a 'scabbard'!"
Looking at the approaching figures of masters and soldiers, the man in gray robe retreated, but a wisp of voice reached Fang Yuan's ears.
"Scabbard? Using people to support the sword?"
Fang Yuan is not a silly person. He understands something a little bit in gray robe.
At this time, the man in gray robe was like an autumn leaf, flying away without touching a single leaf before the encirclement closed.
"Master! This slave is late and deserves death!"
As soon as the figure flashed, Fu Bo was already in front of Fang Yuan. His body was full of vitality, and he was obviously a second-level master.
Even Nangong Wentian, the owner of Shenbing Villa, is only in the second rank.
The second-grade recruits the second-grade, which is a bit unbelievable.
"How is this going?"
Fang Yuan had a look of confusion on his face: "I was fine in the yard just now, and suddenly a gray-robed weirdo came and kidnapped me here. He also said a lot of strange things. The scabbard was What's the meaning?"
"This person has ulterior motives, and most of what he said is false. Don't ignore him!"
Uncle Fu shook his head decisively: "The young master is the owner's favorite. Once something happens, even if it's just a scratch, the slave will be blamed!"
Fang Yuan suddenly felt a chill.
Such a groveling second-grade master is completely determined to act like a dog.
If Nangong Wenzhen is an ordinary second-grade person, how can he be able to tame this person
"I don't mind... I want to go back and have a good rest!"
But at this time, he still acted like a playboy, sweating profusely and in shock.
"This is natural!"
Uncle Fu immediately dismissed the soldiers and personally sent Fang Yuan back to the small courtyard. It seemed that he had made up his mind to guard Fang Yuan all night.
"It's a little strange... Nangong Wentian didn't show up even after such a big incident happened. Is he caught up in some trouble?"
Fang Yuan closed the door and thought a little strangely.
…
At the same time there was a huge commotion in the Shenbing Villa.
In the cave below.
The blood in the blood pool was replenished at some point and returned to its previous level.
A huge black knife in the middle was greedily devouring everything.
Nangong Wentian reached out and grabbed the neck of a master. There was no wave on his calm face. He directly cut the pulse and let the blood flow into the pool.
Next to it, there was a small mountain of corpses piled up, each one a warrior who refused to rest in peace.
"Demon soldiers! Demon soldiers!"
Just when Nangong Wentian was expressionless and mentioned the last old man, the old man struggled and vomited blood from his mouth: "Nangong Wentian... you actually used human blood to support the demon soldiers. If the entire martial arts righteousness knew about it, they wouldn't do it. I’ll let you go!”
"Noisy!"
This ant's final cry did not make Nangong Wentian hesitate in the slightest.
His nails were long, and with just one stroke, the old man's neck suddenly burst open, and blood surged, making the color of the pool brighter and brighter.
"According to ancient books, this demon soldier must swallow the water of the blood pool nine times before it is considered complete..."
However, while he was happy about the rapid progress, Nangong Wentian was also a little confused: "It took more than ten years before and the progress was only very small. Why has it started to progress by leaps and bounds a month ago? But it doesn't matter, hurry up... Those forces have already paid attention. It’s my turn, and what happened tonight is proof.”
"Soon... soon... I will be able to fulfill my wish, right, Shan'er?"
He looked ahead with an expression of obsession and love.
Unfortunately, there is nothing in the void ahead.
On the contrary, in the boiling blood pool, within the rich red color, there seemed to be traces of purple mixed in. It was fleeting and absorbed by the giant knife, making it extremely difficult for outsiders to detect.
…
"Damn it... a mere first-grade warrior dares to decide my life and death!"
In the courtyard, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, and the aura on his body began to be violent: "If I can use part of my source power, even just 1%, I can crush him like an ant!"
"However, the arrival of this person is a bad omen. I am afraid that the day of the big showdown is coming..."
Fang Yuan looked at his attribute bar. The black rune at the end of his expertise was also in its final stage.
It's as if there's still one last stroke left to make it completely complete.
And a vague premonition also made Fang Yuan know that if this step was completed, the benefits it would bring to him would be beyond imagination.
…
The sixth day of the lunar month.
The sun is just right and the breeze is not dry.
The Shenbing Villa is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and there is a lot of traffic in front of the giant gate.
Today is the fiftieth birthday of Nangong Wentian, the owner of Shenbing Mountain Villa. All the prominent figures in the nearby martial arts sects have been invited and come with heavy gifts. No one dares not to give face to this local emperor.
The four Fang Yuan siblings, all wearing brocade robes, were waiting in front of the door to welcome guests, all of them smiling so hard that the muscles on their faces became stiff.
"Master Wanli Fist Wan is here!"
"Head of Songhe Sect, Master Songhe has arrived!"
"Ranger Song Zhili, I would like to present you with a pair of golden peaches. I wish the owner of the village as much happiness as the East China Sea and a life as long as the Southern Mountains!"
…
Following Fu Bo's high-pitched voice, martial arts masters entered the Shenbing Villa one by one and sat down in their respective seats.
The table in the center was attended by Nangong Wentian personally. They were all well-known masters from nearby counties and powerful warriors of the third rank.
"Everyone..."
Nangong Wentian was now wearing a robe embroidered with more than a hundred golden characters "Longevity". With his children beside him, he stood up with a glowing face: "Thank you for not giving up and coming to celebrate my birthday. Nangong Wentian thanked you and drank first." Three cups is not a sign of respect!"
"Don't dare! Don't dare!"
The people present in the world all raised their glasses and said, "Let's drink together!"
After three rounds of drinking, Nangong Wentian continued: "Just in time, taking advantage of today's joy, there is one more thing that needs to be announced... I want to wash my hands in a golden basin and hand over Shenbing Mountain Villa to Quanzi Wuwang!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell silent.
Nangong Xiu's face suddenly turned cold, her smile froze on her face, and the cup in her hand fell to the ground.
Nangong Qing gritted his teeth.
Nangong Fu was a little strange, his face seemed sad and happy, it was hard to explain clearly.
Compared with the three sisters, the guests in the venue immediately started talking after a brief silence.
Although Nangong Wuwang is Nangong Wentian's only son, who doesn't know that he is the number one dandy in Tianzi, who is uneducated and loves luxury.
Of course, the most important thing is that the body is full of leaks, just like an ordinary person.
Can such a person manage the huge family fortune of Shenbing Villa well
Fang Yuan was also very surprised.
This Nangong Wentian didn't take the ordinary path at all. He had never discussed it with him before, and he didn't even reveal the slightest hint.
"Master, do you want to wash your hands in a golden basin?"
Master Songhe and Mr. Wan, who were sitting together, looked at each other and were very surprised: "This is an oversight."
The rules of the rivers and lakes, once the ritual of washing hands in the golden basin is really completed, no matter what grievances you have before, you must put them aside in one fell swoop. From now on, you will no longer interfere with the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Outsiders are not allowed to seek revenge. Once you violate them, you will be despised by the entire rivers and lakes and will be unable to move forward. .
At this time, under the witness of so many comrades, if we really wash our hands in a golden basin, it will be iron-clad and there will be no way out.
"This is natural!"
Nangong Wentian clapped his hands, and Uncle Fu came forward with a golden basin, obviously well prepared.
"Wait!"
In full view of everyone, just when Nangong Wentian was about to put his hand into the basin, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded, fierce and high-pitched, filled with hatred.
"Nangong Wentian, you have done so many things and want to wash your hands in a golden basin. Have you ever asked us about the righteous path?"
A young knight suddenly stood up, his eyes were blood red: "I got news that the owner of the Shenbing Villa obtained the magic weapons, hid them in the secret cellar, and raised them with human blood. Is this true or false? Do you dare to take us to have a look! "
"What? Demonic soldiers?"
Master Songhe almost jumped up, knowing the power of this kind of weapon.
"Not only that, he likes to sacrifice warriors the most. Tongjia Feiqiang, Fei Laoer, Black and White Twin Ghosts...these warriors who disappeared mysteriously were all killed by him!"
Another swordsman stood up, shook out the long list, and immediately unsheathed his sword: "Today, we will do justice for heaven!"
"What? Is it really you who killed Tongguan, the flying gun of my Tong family?"
"What a great Nangong Wentian, come and give my brother his life!"
"Nangong Wentian, if I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be a human being!"
…
Several warriors stood up, their eyes red.
The martial arts world was small to begin with, and everyone was related to them. At this time, Nangong Wentian was celebrating his birthday, and he had captured all the masters from nearby counties, and they often had some kind of connection with each other, so they were immediately organized.
"Um?"
Fang Yuan looked at this scene, but suddenly thought of the man in gray robe last night.
There is no doubt that only the other party has such strength and scheming, and he can find evidence to convince people from various sects and aristocratic families to suddenly attack at Nangong Wentian's birthday banquet.
Suddenly, Yan Yan's birthday banquet, which was originally a joke, suddenly turned into an extremely sinister killing situation!
Many pieces of evidence were revealed one by one, and finally pointed directly at the Shenbing Villa, completely exposing the darkest side of the place to the sun.