Come out
A man in a blue robe lay on the city wall of Yozhou, with a broken sword hanging by his waist, one hand holding a wine gourd, pouring himself a mouthful of wine.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he coldly shouted behind him.
Hearing this, a figure in red leaped up from the wall below.
"Uncle, your vigilance is quite high; you even noticed this."
Cloud Chunqiua stood happily next to Zhang Long, "But you don't need to be too nervous, many high-level masters in Zhongzhou have joined us after the last event. Although those opposing forces can't stand our Dark Daoist Sect, they dare not openly cause trouble for us"
Since Chen Mo publicly revealed his identity outside the Dark Daoist Sect, many martial artists who have received his favors have come to this place to seek refuge.
Among them, there were several top-level martial artists.
In addition to this, there are many forces in Zhongzhou that are willing to support the Dark Daoist Sect and have a top-level martial artist, such as Tianji Pavilion, Xuan Yin Academy, etc.
Previously, whether in Zhongzhou or other regions, there were many people who were at odds with the Dark Daoist Sect. Once Liao Wuixin had any trouble, they couldn't wait to come in and destroy the Dark Daoist Sect.
However, with the support of these Zhongzhou forces and the recruitment of these top-level martial artists, the Dark Daoist Sect's power has surged, and no one dares to provoke them easily anymore.
Zhang Long drew his gaze back and spoke: "I don't know if those people in Zhongzhou will come over and kill us, but the young master said before he left that I must guard the Dark Daoist Sect. I cannot let this imperial capital city fall. Since I have promised the young master, I cannot go back on my word"
Yun Chunqiu turned his head to glance at Zhang Long, and on his lazy face there was a hint of rosy blush from the wine. Though he seemed out of place most of the time, looking like a drunkard who only knows how to drink.
However, at crucial moments, he can always be of help. Furthermore, he has resolved several major crises for the Dark Daoist Sect.
With slightly dim eyes carrying a touch of seriousness, during the time he has been with Zhang Long, Yun Chunqiu rarely sees him with this look.
Yun Chunqiu squatted down slightly, his hands cupping his cheeks, "Uncle, what did Chen Mo give you that you would be so devoted to helping him like this..."
For some unknown reason, Yun Chunqiu is full of curiosity about Zhang Long and unconsciously wants to know about his past.
Zhang Long said nothing, poured himself a mouthful of wine, glanced sideways at Yun Chunqiu, "Then why are you devoted to helping Miss Liu?"
"I..."
Yun Chunqiu opened his mouth, but his expression involuntarily froze.
Zhang Long laughed and said: "We are the same, Miss Liu has done you a favor, so you help her. The young master has also done me a favor, but... it's not just about gratitude."
Yun Chunqiu did not deny it. Zhang Long was right; her relationship with Liu Wu xin was more than just gratitude.
But, they are all the same, then isn't Zhang Long...
Speaking, Yun Chunqiu suddenly looked at Zhang Long with a strange look in his eyes, complex expression.
Zhang Long was about to lift his hand to drink, but suddenly he noticed Yun Chunqiu's strange gaze, and his expression froze. It seemed as if she had misunderstood something.
Zhang Long was perplexed, but he didn't know how to explain himself. In a hesitation, his hand stopped in mid-air.
Suddenly, his eyes became fierce.
Noticing Zhang Long's oddness, Yun Chunqiu couldn't help but change color. She quickly turned her head and looked in the direction of his gaze.
However, what they saw was a figure in the distance, flying quickly towards them.
Although he did not deliberately spread his aura, the faint yet powerful atmosphere made people feel intimidated on sight.
At this moment, Yun Chunqiu's eyes narrowed, and a single thought raced through her mind: The incoming person is not benevolent.
Three times.
But it didn't take long for all over the capital city, one after another, many top-level martial artists who had heard about Chen Mo's reputation and had come to seek refuge.
In addition to those who joined later, the only second-level martial artist of the Dark Daoist Sect, Jiang Dongli, was also present.
"The incoming person is not benevolent."
Jiang Dongli looked up towards the distance, and since the arrival of that aura, she had felt a hint of unease. She quickly rushed over to investigate further.
In this capital city, the most formidable fighter is Zhang Long, and the one who can take the most punishment is Jiang Dongli.
The combined offensive and defensive power of the two can resolve most crises.
"Who is coming?"
Zhang Long stood up, casually throwing the wine gourd in his hand. Seeing this, Yun Chunqiu hurried forward to take the wine gourd, looking towards the incoming person and gently shaking his head.
And the other top-level martial artists who followed quickly shook their heads as well.
"This aura is definitely one of the top level, but I and others have lived in Zhongzhou for many years, and we have never heard of such a person."
"The incoming person is not benevolent. In my opinion, they are here seeking revenge. But, we have all heard of the enemies of the Dark Daoist Sect, and yet we have never seen this person."
"In my opinion, this person's strength is extraordinary. We should try to find out his intentions first. If possible, don't fight. If we have to fight, we need to delay the time and let the top-level martial artists from Zhongzhou arrive first."
……
The second-level martial artists present were all experienced veterans, and in no time, they sensed the abnormalities of the person coming.
Without a word, they all came to the same conclusion: the person coming was very strong, so it was better not to fight if possible.
"It seems we may not have the chance to do so."
Zhang Long 'clanged' as he drew his sword from its sheath and then whispered, "Miss Yun, quickly go down and notify the forces friendly with Zhongzhou and the Dark Daoist Sect to send their experts here as soon as possible..."
"This person, how strong..."
Yun Chunqiu looked towards the increasingly closer figure, and her eyebrows arched slightly.
On that day, theFire Cloud Immortal brought many strongmen from Zhongzhou, with four or five of them being top-level martial artists.
However, Zhang Long alone with half a sword managed to defeat four or five top-level martial artists.
Today's situation is far from what it was then, but Zhang Long's attitude with such calmness, it's impossible not to be curious.
"Very strong."
Zhang Long declared in a serious tone, and as soon as he finished speaking, the figure had already arrived above the imperial capital city.
It appeared that the person was wearing a black and gold robe, with his messy long hair casually scattered, a face carved like a knife, and sharp features.
With his black eyes looking down at the crowd, he sneered coldly, "I thought there would be some high-level experts in your Dark Daoist Sect, but it seems there are only weaklings here showing off."
