At noon, Su Tang, Xi Xiaoru, Erlang and Balang climbed a hill together, looked high and saw the crowds at the foot of the mountain, and countless men and women were walking while laughing.

"Why is it so lively?" Erlang said in a suspicious tone.

"This is the Golden Flower Club." Su Tang had read all the information in Fengyu Tower, so he naturally understood what was going on.

"Golden Flower Club?" Hachiro said: "I have never heard of this sect."

"The Golden Flower Association has nothing to do with practice, it is a traditional festival in Shacheng." Su Tang smiled and said: "There is a kind of chrysanthemum near Shacheng. Because it can only grow in the sand, it is also called Shach Choi. Shach Choi is golden yellow. Every time she celebrates the festival, she will use countless Shach Choi, and slowly it will be called the Golden Flower Association."

"Let's go down and take a look." Xi Xiaoru was a little curious.

The four of them walked down the hill and slowly approached the abortion. This time they came to prepare for the robbery. In addition to Su Tang, they brought all the spiritual weapons on them. Needless to say, Elang was carrying two battle axes behind his shoulders, and a long sword was hung around Hachiro's waist. This outfit made people know their identity at a glance. However, some girls in the abortion were not afraid of them. They rushed out happily, grabbed things from the bamboo basket, and threw them at the four of them.

A bunch of golden rain of flowers was thrown out in the girls' hands, and then fluttered and fell. With the girls' smiles, the scene looked extremely beautiful.

Su Tang and his men had some petals hanging on them to a greater or lesser extent. The girls turned their heads and crawled into the crowd, and continued to throw chrysanthemum petals while running. In a blink of an eye, the road they passed by had turned into a golden color.

It is impossible for the crowd passing by to recognize them, but there are always people who smile here and say that this friendly atmosphere not only makes Erlang and Hachiro stunned, but even Su Tang, who knows a lot of inside information, is a little confused.

The path of practice is too sinister. They are used to killing. Seriously, there is almost no practitioner who is Yu Jing. The scene in front of them seems to have an incompatible feeling with the world they are familiar with.

"What should a girl of this age say...it's so beautiful." Su Tang sighed: "Are I old with such a feeling?"

The girls who are responsible for scattering flowers in the Golden Flower Fair are mostly around fifteen or sixteen years old. They say they are big or small, and they understand some things, but their hearts are still pure and their smiles are brighter than the other.

"We brothers have been to many places, but we have never seen such a prosperous day. It seems... we really underestimate the Xie family." Erlang sighed.

"It has nothing to do with the Xie family." Su Tang said: "There is no need to be such a scene in Shacheng, which depends on the power of Mr. Yu Wencheng of Tingfeng Pavilion."

"Oh?" Hachiro frowned. Just as he was about to speak, another group of girls ran towards them and threw petals. Hachiro closed his mouth. When the girls ran away, he whispered: "Listen to Qingxue, Brother Su, have you built the Fengyu Tower in Jingtao City?"

"What?" Su Tang asked back.

"Brother Su is so young, he naturally has great ambitions. It won't take long to turn his attention to this place, right?" Hachiro said.

"That's the future." Su Tang said lightly: "The conditions are not mature enough now."

"At that time, please ask Brother Su to show mercy." Hachiro said slowly: "Since Brother Su also thinks the scenery in front of him is beautiful, don't completely destroy it."

"Who can make the people here laugh so happily, he is qualified to have a good ending," Erlang said.

Su Tang didn't say anything because he could not make any guarantee, and no one could predict how things would develop.

"The Xie family and Mr. Yu are on the way?" Hachiro asked.

"No." Su Tang shook his head and said, "There has been a conflict. Mr. Yu is the one who is willing to swallow his anger. They can't afford to offend the Xie family."

"It's strange..." Hachiro murmured: "How could I watch Tingfeng Pavilion take root as soon as I am so close to Sand City? If it were me, I would have destroyed Tingfeng Pavilion long ago."

"The Xie family has become a little bit old and has its own spiritual veins." Su Tang said: "They don't look down on this sand city, let alone Mr. Yu is very popular in the sand city. I don't know how many people I want to kill if I want to destroy Tingfeng Pavilion, but it's not good. Why bother to make the heavens angry and the others resent? Also, when they fled south, they were like a dog that was a broken family. It was the land of Shacheng that accepted them. Even if the rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, they naturally had their own concerns."

"So... Brother Su doesn't look down on Shacheng either?" Hachiro said with a smile.

"I am different from the Xie family. What they want is resources, and what I want is people." Su Tang said.

At this time, many warriors walked towards Su Tang along both sides of the crowd, and just looked at Su Tang and others for a few glances. Without much trouble, they continued to move forward.

"Are they from Tingfeng Pavilion?" Erlang said.

"It should be." Su Tangdao.

Hachiro looked behind the crowd: "How many people do you have to do this? You can't see the edge yet."

"Often half of the people in the sand city will come to the Golden Flower Club." Su Tang smiled: "When they go ahead, they will go back, pass through the main street of the sand city, and then sprinkle the remaining petals in the sea, and it will be over.

Just as they were talking, a cry suddenly came from the front. The distance was very far away and the mountain was blocked from view. Only a group of black people were surrounded there.

"Let's go and see what's wrong." Erlang said.

A few minutes later, Su Tang and others arrived. Without circulating the spiritual veins, their strength was far beyond ordinary people and they squeezed in easily.

A girl squatted on the ground and cried. There were seven or eight warriors in black uniforms around her. They were obviously not from Tingfeng Pavilion. The leader was a boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Only he was wearing a bright red robe and wearing a lot of ornaments around his body. When he pointed and spoke, the ornaments also jingled.

"Why did you cry? I broke my little master's things, do you think it's over when I cried?" the young man shouted impatiently: "And I didn't ask you to compensate, so I got through here and let you leave. Isn't that okay?

"Master Xie, she has been drilled twice. It was you who deliberately made things difficult for others." A warrior who heard the Feng Pavilion couldn't help but shout.

"Get out, where is there a place for you to talk?" the young man glared and shouted.

In terms of number of people, the warriors in Tingfeng Pavilion were several times that of the other party, but their momentum was far inferior to those of others. When he heard the young master's shout, the warrior who had just spoken retreated timidly.

"Do you drill or not?" the young man shouted.

The crying girl wiped her tears and crawled towards the boy with grievance. The boy spread his legs and waited with a smile.

The girl's head had just passed through the boy's crotch, and the boy suddenly sat down and was riding on the girl's neck. The girl should have suffered a loss before, and thought about how to deal with it. She immediately bent down, used her hands and feet, and tried to rush over, but the boy was a warrior after all, and sat down hard, which was not something she could fight against. Then with a puff, the girl was pressed to the ground, and most of her face was buried in the soil, while the boy was still riding firmly on her neck.

The warriors in black uniforms burst into laughter, while the warriors in the Tingfeng Pavilion all showed anger, but no one dared to stand up.

"It's a nice view, why did this kind of thing pop up suddenly?" Erlang shouted: "It's like drinking fine wine, a fly suddenly flew into his mouth. It's so disgusting."

Erlang didn't think about concealing himself. His voice was very loud, and most of the people around him could hear it clearly. His eyes gathered over and focused on Erlang.

The young man was furious and turned his head to look here. As a result, he saw Xi Xiaoru at first sight, he immediately forgot Erlang's rudeness and walked towards him straight.

Su Tang said that the girls who sprinkled flowers were extremely beautiful, but they were psychologically reminded of the carefree years. If they were really different from Xi Xiaoru, those girls were far from Xi Xiaoru.

"Little Meiniu, where are you from?" the young man smiled and said, "It shouldn't be from Shacheng, otherwise I'd definitely have seen you before."

"Get out." Xi Xiaoru said coldly.

"Please respect more." The black-clothed warriors behind the boy immediately surrounded him, and a warrior shouted, "This is the Thirteenth Young Master of the Xie family."

Xi Xiaoru didn't take these warriors seriously at all, but Su Tang's plan was to rob the caravans of the Xie family, to draw out all the practitioners of the Xie family, and then annihilate them one by one. It's not the time to cause trouble, so she forced herself to suppress her emotions and turned her gaze elsewhere.

Xi Xiaoru's actions made the warriors of the Xie family sense a wrong signal, that is, Xi Xiaoru was scared and retreated.

"What are you yelling around? Don't scare others?" The boy shouted unhappily, then he pushed away the warrior blocking him, walked towards Xi Xiaoru and said, "Little Meiniu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I'm not a bad guy."

Xi Xiaoru was furious. The practitioners always spoke with their strength. She habitually reached out to grab the hilt of the knife. At this time, she remembered Su Tang's plan and let go of her hand hatefully.

The only one who can make Xi Xiaoru feel wronged is probably Su Tang in this world.

The young man and the warriors in black were startled at first, and then they realized that Xi Xiaoru's Tiansha Knife was ridiculously big. Then Xi Xiaoru retreated her hand and they chuckled.

This is a typical example of being fierce on the outside and being weak on the inside

"Wow, what a big knife," the young man sighed: "Little Meiniu, come, chop it, it's okay, chop it, chop it..." The young man said while gestured his neck with his hand, and at the same time leaned towards Xi Xiaoru. On this land, no one dared to publicly touch the people of the Xie family, and he had enough confidence.

Eight meters, five meters... The boy came over with a saliva face. Su Tang shook his head and took a step back. Seeing that the pockmarked face was getting closer, Xi Xiaoru couldn't help it anymore and pulled out the Tiansha Knife. Where the blade passed, the boy's hand gestured between his neck, along with his neck, was cut off at the same time.
Chapter completed!