Wang Lang stood up, picked up the dragon sword, opened the door and ran out.

There is not only one mountain in Fengtian Mountain, but one of the kind of mountain with several hills on a large mountain. Fengtian Hall is on a mountain, and all the wings are on the mountain Wanglang.

There was a raging fire on another mountain in the distance, and many disciples of Fengtian Mountain held wooden barrels and poured water on them.

The fire is still very big.

Wang Lang wore a coat and walked towards the other side with a knife in his hand. Many people had woken up, and many people had already joined the ranks of extinguishing fires.

Song Buwen looked at the burning hill not far away and sighed softly.

Wang Lang came over, "What's wrong with Lao Song, are we slept well and we are on fire?"

Song Buwen shook his head and turned to look at Wang Lang, "Where were you last night?"

"Sleeping in Mei Bi's room, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, don't go around these days." Song Buwen reminded.

"Why?" Wang Lang asked curiously.

Song Buwen looked at the fire-like mountain without saying anything. Finally, he turned around and left, muttering to himself. Wang Lang clearly heard Song Buwen speak softly, "It's a turbulent autumn."

Wang Lang looked for acquaintances everywhere, and finally walked towards the blowing light not far away. The blowing light was still holding the light, "Senior Blowing Light, what's going on? I'm sleeping well and I'm on fire?"

The King of Light Blowing Lights squinted his eyes, Wang Lang, "You ask me, I want to ask you, I'm sleeping inside, it's so noisy outside, and it's on fire when I run out."

Wang Lang took out his ears and looked at the mountain.

The fire was extinguished at around 7 a.m., and many people sat on the ground with ashes on their faces. There was smoke coming from the ruins, and the choking smell of smoke filled the smoke.

Mei Bi stood in the middle of the ruins in a daze, bent down and picked up a bamboo slip. His fingers rubbed the burnt bamboo slips, and the handwriting on them was basically impossible to see clearly.

Everyone also understood that the fire was the Sutra Pavilion in Fengtian Mountain, and three-quarters of the entire attic was wood. The possibility of quickly extinguishing after the fire was very small.

"If I were to catch the arsonist, I would definitely tear him to pieces!" Mei Bi yelled angrily after being silent for a few seconds.

No one came out to argue at this time, and they all quietly looked at Mei Bi who was standing on the smokey ruins. The scriptures and techniques in the Sutra Pavilion were all the hard work accumulated by the ancestors of the Fengtian Sect. After a big fire, everything would be empty and anyone would be furious.

On that day, Mei Bi knelt alone in front of the tablets of ancestors of Fengtian Hall for a whole day.

Fengtian Mountain, which should have been quite lively, was not even lively.

In the afternoon, Wang Lang, who was wandering around, suddenly found that there was one missing person on the mountain.

Chen Agou.

Wang Lang found several people to ask but didn't know.

This forced Wang Lang to connect the fire in the Sutra Library with the missing Chen Agou. This old guy was very good at playing with fire. It was missing at this time, and this period of time was a bit better.

Before, Chen Agou was traumatized by Wang Lang, and such a long wound could not heal in one go.

In the evening, when Wang Lang, who had nothing to do after eating, was wandering around and preparing to spread the news that Chen Agou had disappeared, a little boy came over and grabbed Wang Lang, "Dragon King, Mr. Qifeng, please come over."

Wang Lang took out his ears, but he hadn't turned around for a while, and he couldn't figure out what Qi Feng suddenly asked him for.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Lang still went.

After entering the house, Qifeng sat there alone, playing chess with two characters alone.

Wang Lang sat opposite Qifeng and said straight to the point, "Why are you looking for me?"

Qi Feng handed Wang Lang a mobile phone, and there was news on the mobile phone interface.

Wang Lang was arrested!

Wang Lang read it over and said that some time ago, Wang Lang was arrested for the several Wang Lang who were on the road of heaven and the following photos were also provided, but Wang Lang knew clearly that the eight kings of Qi Feng's men were pretending to be Qi Feng's men, but the few who were arrested were obviously the ones who were defeated.

After retiring from the news, Wang Lang opened the browser, entered a string of website addresses, turned off the volume button, and downloaded several Ozawano Yui's movies in a silly manner. Then he asked quietly.

"Show me what this means?"

Qi Feng lowered his head and fell a chess piece, "Little guy, let's take a step back, I'm also your senior, right?"

"If you have something to say, don't go around the corner." Wang Lang sat cross-legged and looked down at the download progress on his phone.

"I did this to help you." Qi Feng said with a smile.

"Then I thank you." Wang Lang reached out and grabbed a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

Qi Feng smiled knowingly, "Although my master Huang Fu Ji is not a friend of eight, I can also call you brothers and brothers. You are his disciple. As a senior, I will naturally help you and not harm you."

"Thank you."

"I'll kill Chen Agou for you." Qi Feng put down a chess piece and said that killing Chen Agou was as calm as saying that he would step on an ant to death.

Wang Lang's hand was hanging in the air with his chess piece in his hand, "You put the fire in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Qi Feng shook her head, "No, Chen Agou let it go during the fight."

Wang Lang was relieved too.

"Qifeng, just say, what do you want?"

"You know." Qi Feng smiled, but it was uncomfortable for people to look at the smiley and not smiling expression.

"The Dragon Stone is really not in my hands." Wang Lang was angry but weak.

"I saw your master Huang Fu Ji give you the Dragon Stone with your own eyes." Qi Feng raised his eyes and stared at Wang Lang's eyes with cold eyes.

"How do you know, what my master gave me is the real dragon stone?" Wang Lang asked back.

"Then give me the fake one." Qi Feng was aggressive.

Wang Lang took out his ears and looked down at the download progress. "I can't find it after going abroad. You can learn about the environment where I smuggled over ten years ago. It's not easy to survive, let alone save something."

"Then can you tell me where it is?" Qi Feng asked again.

Wang Lang shrugged, "You can ask me this. I really don't know. If you want to know, go and ask my master, where is my master? You can ask Shi Ling Guishou and others."

"They don't know." Qi Feng immediately spoke.

"How are you sure?" Wang Lang asked back.

"Because I am Qifeng." Mr. Qifeng raised his eyes, his eyes full of confidence.

Wang Lang clapped his hands, "This guy is pretending to be good."

"They are lying to you. I have asked people. They killed my master, and my master was buried by them." Wang Lang twisted the chess piece and made a move at will.

Qi Feng looked at Wang Lang and suddenly laughed, "The little guy is still talking to me, haha, tell you the truth, your master is not dead yet, but no one knows where the person is now. Shi Ling and the others did bury your master at the beginning, but not long after, your master lived again. They also killed Cao Qiufeng's mistress, moved flowers and trees, and stuffed Cao Qiufeng's mistress into the grave. Then they were missing."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "That's all. I want to find Shenlongshi to find my master and his elders. Your group of people are sick and grab me and keep yarn all day long."
Chapter completed!