Three days passed by in a flash, and soon it was the day when Ziyang was coming to Qingyun City to clean up the situation.
At this moment, the top of Qingyun City was full of people. Most of the people here came to watch the excitement, and the front of the city was even more crowded. They had only one opponent today, and that was Ziyang from the Northern Continent.
For unknown reasons, thick fog enveloped the entire Qingyun City early in the morning. Although it was morning, the fog blocked the sunlight, just like in the evening.
The people who were originally in high spirits gradually became nervous under such a depressing environment. Tens of thousands of people stood in front of the city in an orderly manner.
Kuang Da, Kuang Er, Kuang San, and Kuang Si brothers stood at the top of the city. Although they did not participate in this battle, their facial expressions were somewhat serious.
As the eldest brother, Kuang Da looked up at the hazy sky and said, "It's really interesting. There is such a thick fog this morning. It might rain."
Kuang Er lowered his head and looked at the monks who were waiting in front of the city, and said with a smile: "The rain can't stop the upcoming battle, we'd better wait patiently."
Kuang San's eyes swept over the three of them, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry here. With the attitude of these people in front of the city, even if that kid doesn't come today, I feel like they are going to go into the mountains to look for him. .”
Kuangsi touched the hilt of the long sword at his waist with his left hand, and said something in his words: "This mist is unusual."
As soon as he said this, the other three brothers looked at him one after another. Kuangda frowned and asked, "Huh? What's wrong with the fog? Is there anything wrong?"
Kuangsi raised his head and glanced at the people around him, lowered his head and whispered: "Don't forget, that boy has the Thunder God's Mansion. Last time, the deafening and powerful thunder caused strange phenomena in the world."
"Besides, the moon and stars were sparse last night. Logically speaking, it should be sunny this morning. How could it be foggy?"
"Although I'm not sure whether my judgment is accurate, I think this fog is a bit weird. Maybe it has something to do with him."
When he said this, Kuang Da and others also looked at each other, feeling that something was fishy.
The fog would come sooner or later, but it happened to be heavy fog from the sky before today's battle. With Kuang Si's mention, it would make Kuang Da and the others suspicious that the fog in the sky was inseparable from Zi Yang.
People who have never fought with Zi Yang may not know his abilities, but Kuangda and his brothers have seen Zi Yang's thunder and lightning power with their own eyes.
At that time, dark clouds instantly enveloped the star-studded night sky, and rapid thunderstorms arrived in an instant.
Especially the power of the sky thunder directly knocked Kuang Da and others to the ground, and even the wall of Qingyun City dozens of miles away was damaged.
Of course, the walls of Qingyun City are not obviously damaged like missing bricks and tiles. It is just partially dented and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.
Hu Xiong sat on the ground with his back against the city wall, looking at the line of hundreds of people in front of him, a total of ten lines of thousands of people, and then at the sword cultivator and poison warlock with hundreds of people gathered behind them, he was surprised. Didn't pay too much attention to it.
In his opinion, these people in front of him are just a bunch of rabble. Even if they are united now, they have not yet attacked. Once the front line of defense is breached, these people will definitely flee in all directions.
On the city wall, Kuang Er carefully looked at the people in front of the city.
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He said with some disappointment: "It seems that not many people know about this matter."
"Except for the boy who was taught a lesson by me and the fourth child last time, I have no acquaintance at all."
Kuang Da, Kuang Er, and Kuang San all stuck out their heads and took a look at Hu Xiong who was sitting with his back against the city wall. Kuang Da saw that his face was dull and there was no fighting spirit on his face, so he immediately said: "I see how he looks. , doesn’t seem to want to join the war.”
Kuang San frowned slightly and said in confusion: "He doesn't want to go to the city and doesn't want to join the war, so what is he doing sitting on the city wall?"
Kuangsi smiled and said: "I heard someone say that he has been sitting there for three days and has not entered the city. It seems that he has been hit by something. I don't know the specific situation."
After he finished speaking with a smile, he wanted to look away, but when he saw the sunken city wall, his expression changed slightly: "Huh?"
Kuang Da, Kuang Er, and Kuang San all looked at him and asked in great confusion: "What's wrong?"
Kuangsi shook his head hurriedly and said: "Nothing, nothing..."
He said it was nothing, but he was thinking in his heart, when they entered the city a few days ago, the city wall was still in good condition. How come it has become like this in less than half a month?
Seeing Kuangsi's thoughtful expression, his three brothers looked at each other and asked Kuangsi: "Old Si, what's wrong with you?"
Kuang Si smiled and replied: "It's not a big deal, I just saw that the city wall is different from before. Maybe it was because someone was fighting fiercely outside the city, and the aftermath of the battle hit the city wall."
After hearing their conversation, Huxiong, who was sitting under the city wall, looked up at a few people, got up and walked along the city wall, only stopping at the corner and sitting down in a corner under the city wall.
He lost to several brothers from the Kuang family, so naturally he didn't want to see them or hear their conversation.
As time went by, drizzle began to fall in the mist-shrouded sky, but Ziyang was never seen.
It was fine at the beginning. The monks standing in front of the city did not make any dissatisfied sounds. Gradually, their clothes were soaked by the rain, and frivolous and impetuous voices sounded one after another.
A strong man said: "Is that boy from the Northern Continent coming yet?"
The sword cultivator holding the long sword wiped the dew on the sword with his sleeve and said, "We can't just wait here, right? If he doesn't come today, then wouldn't it be in vain for us to wait here!"
"Who does that guy from the Northern Continent think? Let us all wait for him here in the rain. Who does he think he is!"
"Let me tell you, that kid from the Northern Continent must have seen so many of us here, and he must have become timid and afraid to come."
Kuang Si looked solemn and said: "No! If this continues, these people will have no intention of fighting."
Seeing the monks gradually falling into chaos in front of the city, Kuangda sighed softly and said: "Old Fourth, now I understand why you said that this fog has something to do with him."
"I'm sure that guy will come today, but the time hasn't come yet."
Kuang Er shook his head and sighed: "That kid is not only strong, he also has a good brain. It seems that he has been fully prepared in just three days."
Kuang San said slightly panicked: "Using the mist to create a depressing atmosphere makes them gradually lose their desire to fight. Now that I think about it, it's really a bit scary."
He looked up
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There was thick fog on the top, and he said with a sad face: "Strong people are not scary, but people who have both strength and strategy are scary. Judging from the current situation, the battle has not started yet, and the situation on our side is basically over. ”
Kuangda looked at the monks who entered the tent one after another, and said with a complex expression: "This war has not even started yet, but it has already become chaotic. If it is chaotic, it will lead to defeat."
In order to avoid the rain in the sky, more than a thousand people returned to their tents in just half a quarter of an hour.
"Before the fight begins, attack the heart first." Kuang Er crossed his arms and looked at the people returning to the big tent one after another. He said with a stern face: "Just watch, if more people leave, that guy will probably be the real one." coming soon."
Kuangsi said with great appreciation: "Just a heavy fog and drizzle in the air disrupted the camp of tens of thousands of people. He really worked hard."
Someone on the top of the city was the first to speak: "Let's go, let's go. It's really disappointing. After waiting for so long, I didn't expect that boy from the Northern Continent to be afraid."
A monk said as he walked: "The coward in the Northern Continent only uses his words! I think he must have been so frightened that he found a place to hide after seeing the shocking scene in front of the city."
"Maybe, I'm already on my way back to the Northern Continent, hahahaha!"
Not long after, there were only six people left in the overcrowded city. They were Kuang Da, Kuang Er, Kuang San, Kuang Si, a man carrying a mahogany sword and a bamboo hat on his head, and a man squatting in the corner smoking a cigarette. The old man who brought him.
Kuang laughed and glanced at the top of the city, saying: "Finally, everyone is gone. It's spacious now. I hope they don't come back again."
Kuang Er wiped the rain off his face and said, "They are just a group of spectators. A little rain persuaded them to leave. How could people like that see such a wonderful battle?"
Kuang San focused his attention on the front of the city. When he saw more and more people leaving, he immediately said: "Look! Look! There are quite a few people leaving below, and there are only seven or eight thousand left." People."
Kuangsi smiled casually, pointed at the monks in front of the city, and said, "I dare to conclude that within half a quarter of an hour, it would be good to have three thousand of the remaining people left."
Hearing this, Kuangda said directly: "Three thousand? Come on, I think it would be a shame to leave a thousand people behind."
"Huh? This..." Huxiong saw more and more people leaving, and immediately stood up from the ground, frowning and saying in confusion: "Aren't you coming? You shouldn't be..."
He looked at the monks who continued to return to the big tent in front of him, and he also had the intention of leaving in his heart. After all, it was still drizzling in the air, and his long hair had already been soaked by the rain.
Hu Xiong turned around and walked a few steps, then shook his head and returned to the original place, saying: "No, no, people like him will not be scared. Maybe he is already on his way here."
If he had not fought against Zi Yang, he would have chosen to leave as soon as he saw this situation, but from the last battle, he was almost certain that Zi Yang would definitely come today.
Huxiong said to himself: "He is not even afraid of the Golden God King, so how can he be frightened by tens of thousands of people?"
Suddenly, he raised his head and said nervously: "Conspiracy! This must be his conspiracy!"
Unconsciously, the drizzle in the sky gradually stopped. There were about five to six hundred people standing in front of the city who were unwilling to leave. However, judging from their hesitation, they seemed to have the intention of leaving.
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