Then he took off his robe, revealing his intact and strong upper body, and threw the robe to Tieyu.
"My brand new robe has been ruined by you. Send me a new one tomorrow morning, otherwise—"
Chi!
The power of the Red Evil Fist that he had retracted instantly surged out and swept across the huge iron bell that was upside down on the sand.
Buzz!
With a loud bang, the bell moved forward three inches, and smoke and dust suddenly rose up, covering the iron bell.
Then, Wan Zhuliu stopped talking, strode towards the middle of the road, and returned to his room.
The Ninth Iron Feather and the Twelfth Green Feather stared at his back with serious expressions.
After a moment, Qingyu opened his mouth.
"He actually used his body to block your arm arrow?!"
Tie Yu's eyes flickered, "It must be a hard-working skill that he has mastered to the highest level!"
"So what if you have hard skills? You're just a moving sandbag!" Qingyu said coldly.
"No!"
Tieyu's face turned pale, and he walked forward and stroked the iron bell with his hand.
At this time, the smoke and dust had dissipated, and a fist mark about an inch deep was clearly visible on the iron bell.
"He was incredibly powerful and incredibly strong. If he hadn't held back, I'd have been seriously injured if that punch had landed on me!"
Although Tieyu had a hint of reluctance on his face, he still admitted the fact.
Qingyu also saw this scene and suddenly fell silent.
A moment later.
"This robe was made by the main building. Although the style is the same, the cloud pattern is different. It's too late to find another craftsman to make one. Could you please help mend it?"
Qingyu curled his lips and snatched the large black robe from Tieyu's hand.
"Hey!" Tie Yu smiled. After the other party left, his gaze returned to the iron bell with a complicated expression.
He tried to exert his strength and slowly placed his palm on it.
…
Bang!
A figure fell heavily on the magnificent hall.
In the front of the hall is the exclusive throne belonging to the supreme leader of the Black Dragon King.
Sitting on the throne was a burly old man with gray hair.
His eyes were like lightning, and he looked down at the wealthy middle-aged man below.
"Boy, you have managed the organization well over the years and it's very profitable!" he said lightly.
"It's all thanks to my adoptive father's good teaching!" The man below slowly got up and lowered his head.
whoosh!
The old man's figure flashed, the air trembled, and then he landed heavily in front of the man.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
"You inherited my name, the Black Dragon King, yet you turned my fearsome assassin organization, once a terror in the North, into a small local merchant, starting a cloth business. So, should I... thank you?"
Bang!
The man fell out again, hit the ground hard, and rolled several times before he came to a stop.
But he continued to get up and knelt respectfully in the hall.
He explained hurriedly, "Foster father, back then, there was no news from you, and the Tianxing Division sent people to suppress us many times. I relied on the Bu Gang and started a business to preserve the bloodline of the organization, and also to accumulate strength to welcome your return!"
"So you are really loyal!" The old man narrowed his eyes, bent down and grabbed the man's head.
"Foster father, my loyalty to you is evident to all, heaven and earth. If you don't believe me, you can ask the three great internal affairs officials!"
After saying this, the man immediately shouted to the three gray-robed men in front of the hall, "Tell me, am I the most loyal person to my adoptive father in the organization?"
The three of them turned around at the same time, then suddenly knelt on one knee and bowed to the old man.
"Say something?" The man's face turned gloomy and he growled harshly.
The three of them remained silent, looking respectfully at the burly old man in front of him.
"Hehehe!" The old man smiled faintly. "Aqiu, I raised you. You are the adopted son of the Black Dragon King, and my... only disciple. No one knows you better than me!"
"Ambition requires sufficient strength to support it. If you think you can take down this position just by relying on your wife, who is the leader of the Bu Gang, then that's too... wishful thinking!"
Hearing this, the man crawled on the ground, his pupils suddenly dilated several times, and bloodshot covered the whites of his eyes.
"Why, why, I've tried so hard, godfather!!!"
Bang!
The Black Dragon King looked calm and kicked the man away again.
"I said before that I didn't teach you the Fulong Gong because it was for your own good. Now that you've made a big mistake, you can only survive by offering up your wife and daughter!"
"What?"
Thump thump thump!
The man quickly crawled over and hugged the Black Dragon King's feet, "Godfather, Godfather, you can't touch them, they... are my blood relatives!"
"Yes, they are your blood relatives, but not mine?"
The man fell back suddenly, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Bang bang bang!
There was a steady knock on the door, and Wan Zhuliu came out of his meditation state. He slowly opened his eyes, stretched out from his cross-legged sitting position, stood up and opened the door.
"I'm here to see you, Captain. Team Thirteen has assembled. Please give us your instructions, Captain!"
At the door was a man wearing a standard cloud-patterned robe. He had fair skin and a thin figure, like a scholar.
"Who are you?"
Wan Zhuliu realized that this should be one of the members of the new team formed for him.
"Captain, my name is Black Crow. I was originally assigned to the Sixth Team and was a subordinate of Lord Baiyu. He ordered me to join your army and serve you!"
"Bai Yu?" Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes.
He immediately strode out of the room and asked, "Are you all transferred from other teams?"
"There are some new recruits, but the majority are veterans. After all, if they go out on a mission, new recruits don't understand and problems may arise easily." Black Crow followed, half a body length behind.
While answering the questions, he occasionally pointed the way, "The innermost hall on the left side of the backyard is where our Thirteenth Team meets and works."
Soon, Wan Zhuliu followed the direction and arrived at the main hall.
As soon as I walked in, I caught a glimpse of a long solid wood table.
On both sides of the table, there were more than ten people standing or sitting loosely.
Wan Zhuliu glanced around and found that these people were all warriors. Their Qi and blood levels varied, but the weakest was in the late Bone Tempering Realm.
Including Black Crow, there were nineteen people in total, and their clothes were similar. Only one person had a cloud pattern on his clothes that was not light gray, but bright red, just like him.
And when Wan Zhuliu looked at the man, the man was also looking at him.
"Everyone, please be quiet, the captain is here!"
At this time, Black Crow took two steps forward and shouted.
Hearing the sound, everyone stood up, except for the man that Wan Zhuliu had been looking at before. He still did not move, half leaning on the wooden table and half sitting on the corner of the table.
Wan Zhuliu glanced at him without saying anything, and quickly walked to the big chair at the front. After Heiya politely pulled it open, he slowly sat down.
At the same time, he nodded slightly to everyone and said, "Sit down!"
After everyone was seated, Wan Zhuliu smiled faintly, "I am the captain of Team 13, Hei Yu. I hope you can help me in the future!"
After saying that, he pointed to the man on his left who was wearing a red robe with cloud patterns and said, "Start with you. Everyone, introduce yourselves!"
"whispering sound!"
The man suddenly sneered.
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