Late at night, in the candlelit courtyard, the bearded man suddenly jumped up and swung the golden knife in his hand with great skill. Although his strength was great and his momentum was heavy, the trajectory of the knife was like that of a thousand hammers, without any flaws. The blade had not arrived yet, but the air wave had already pressed down, like a strong wind hitting the face. If a person with a weak mind saw this, he would probably be so frightened that his legs would go weak and his brain would go blank for a while.

Facing the opponent who suddenly jumped up and chopped down with a heavy sword, Loran Hill did not choose to dodge or evade, because the opponent's golden sword seemed to have the power to split the mountain, but in fact both hands did not use their full strength, and there was still a lot of spare strength. If he turned sideways at this moment, the opponent would just deflect the sword and chase and chop down. With such a huge force, if he did not deal with it well in a hurry, he might be cut in half with the sword.

It seems that this pair of masters from the Tuo Shi Tang have extremely rich combat experience. I don't know how many opponents they have killed with this move. Feeling the sharp knife light passing across his cheek, Loran Hill raised his sword and put it back, then stabbed forward suddenly. In an instant, it seemed as if there was a stream of water surrounding him, and the sword force was like a red carp leaping into the water, a silver bottle suddenly leaking out, and it went straight to the position close to the hand in the blade, preventing the opponent from exerting his huge strength at will.

"clang--"

The quiet night was broken by a loud noise, like the ringing of a bronze bell, which lasted for a long time.

The blade shook violently, almost slipping out of his hand, and his arms felt numb. The breath that he wanted to exhale from his chest was suppressed, making him feel suffocated and heartbroken. He took several steps back to release the excess force, and then the big man named Ni stopped.

He stared at the delicate girl in front of him in shock. He couldn't relate her to the immense force he had just exchanged. Perhaps it was because her swordsmanship was so advanced that she could concentrate her strength on a single point. Only then was he able to break through his sword's momentum and push it back.

"Okay, okay! Come again!" Just one confrontation was naturally not enough to convince him.

The golden knife danced in the dim candlelight and attacked Loran Hill again with a heavy whistling sound. When it approached, a loud roar exploded in the yard.

"roar--"

The violent sound waves pressed towards the girl, instantly pulling her hair and dress straight in the air, and in this violent storm, the whirring blade also slashed down in an instant.

This time, Loran Hill finally did not respond directly. Instead, he jumped on the spot, spun his body, and brushed past the blade. After spinning half a circle, he kicked the ground with one foot, and a golden-red light flashed, attacking the big man.

The confrontation between the two was completed in an instant. Although there were many changes, to the people around, it seemed as if the two stopped in the blink of an eye.

A gourd-shaped wine jug fell from the bearded man, bounced on the ground, and then rolled to the side, making a gurgling sound on the bluestone slabs.

Soon, a big hand picked up the wine gourd and held it again.

"It seems that I have lost." He also knew that if the young lady had not changed the momentum of her sword, he would probably have been cut in half.

The bearded man rubbed the wine gourd in his hand carefully, opened it after a while, continued to drink the wine in it, then wiped his mouth and threw the wine gourd to the branch member beside him.

"Fill my glass with wine and prepare a feast to entertain these distinguished guests."

"Boss Ni, it's already very late. I don't think we can find any restaurants that are still open."

"It's okay. Go shout at the Black Dog Gate behind Luohua Lane. The head chef of Banyue Tower lives there. Call him over to prepare the banquet for us. He won't be shortchanged anyway."

"Okay." After saying that, several people opened the gate and ran out excitedly to call people.

Looking at this scene, Loran Hill shook his head, slowly put down the sword in his hand, and then walked forward to ask.

"Can you tell me now?"

"Haha, there's no need to be anxious, young lady. We have plenty of time to drink and chat with you tonight." He waved his hand, and the members of this branch brought the wine table and chairs and placed them in the yard under the starry sky.

"I apologize for the poor hospitality, young lady. Please take a seat."

Loran Hill and the few people who accompanied him had no choice but to sit down with him and see what he had to say.

"You are all members of the Qingzhizhou branch, right?"

"Exactly. Our captain is Yang Jilan, and we belong to the local Qinglu branch."

"Yang Jilan, I've heard of this name before. She's also a formidable expert within the sect, but it's a pity we haven't heard much about her in recent years."

"Because the captain is not in good health, it is Brother Yang Xuemo who is doing most of the work now."

"I see. My apologies." He said, and then introduced himself.

"My name is Ni Daqiang. My background is not worth mentioning. I'm just a local fisherman. When I was young, I was short of money, so I joined the Tuoshitang. After a few years, I became what I am today."

"But it's General Ni, the 'Golden Ring Crocodile'." A member next to Loran Hill called out the other party's name in the martial arts world.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. I haven't reached the sixth level of Riding the Mist, so I don't dare to call myself a general." He said modestly with a fist clasped.

In Tuositang, masters above level six are usually called "Red Lion Generals". These people often rule over a continent and are the guardian stones of various places.

During the following period of time, as the two sides talked, Loran Hill gradually learned about the situation of this branch.

The local leader is an old man with a lot of experience. He is in charge of arranging branch affairs, foreign negotiations and communicating with the headquarters. However, in other occasions where he needs to show his muscles and strength, Ni Daqiang will take action.

"Mr. Duan took great care of me when I first joined the sect and even taught me to read. Later, when I became stronger, I didn't go to other branches to recruit me, so I helped Mr. Duan become the local leader. Anyway, he has enough qualifications and experience, but lacks prestige and strength." Ni Daqiang talked about some things in this branch and explained why he was not the leader but had the final say in the branch.

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