Not long after, Tai Chi Island could be seen ahead.

However, at this time, there were not red clouds on Tai Chi Island, but a thick layer of dark clouds were shrouded in the sky.

This summer innocence is like the face of a yellow-faced woman, changing at any time. It is really hard to tell whether the full moon shines brightly or the heavy rain and thunder are heard in a while.

"It's coming soon."

Yuan Zhong looked at the Tai Chi Island in the distance and said calmly.

"Um."

Wei Zhuang nodded gently, then wiped the faucet knife with the handkerchief for the last time. Finally, he threw the handkerchief into the rolling river water.

Later, an elite soldier who had only joined the Yuan family for about three years asked, "Master, why did that Beijiang Sword Madman choose the time for the one-on-one fight at night?"

Yuan Zhong returned and said, "Because the last time they fought was also at night."

At this time, the cruise ship had already docked and the group walked down from the boat.

Tai Chi Island is not big, but there are woods on it. At the same time, there are many large stones standing on the shore. The largest stone is almost as tall as one person, and there are quite a few such stones.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, this large area was actually a mountain. Later, due to years of mountain torrents, this area was completely submerged, and this Tai Chi Island was a mountain.

At this time, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and there was only a afterimage left on the setting sun on the other side of the sky.

Beijiang Jianchi has not arrived yet, but Wei Zhuang is not in a hurry.

Not far away, there was a big stone, almost two meters high. Wei Zhuang held the dragon head knife and stepped on the rocks, and walked towards the big stone step by step.

Finally, Wei Zhuang came to the big stone and sat down, holding a knife in his arms, staring into the distance.

Yuan Zhong and the more than ten elite Yuan family members did not follow him because they knew that Wei Zhuang and Jian Chi would fight each other in a while, and there would be no one standing within ten meters of the surrounding area.

At this time, the last ray of setting sun on the other side of the sky also concluded, and the whole sky seemed to suddenly become dark.

Night fell, and on the river not far away, there was also a cruise ship, driving towards this side without any haste.

"They are here."

Yuan Zhong stared at the cruise ship over there, and a ripple appeared in his heart.

Wei Zhuang was still sitting motionless on the big stone, like a sculpture.

A few minutes later, the cruise ship docked, and more than a dozen people walked down on the deck.

Walking in the front was a man who was about the same age as Yuan Zhong but had a short and thin figure. He looked a little weak, but he was sprinting all over his body with a breath of a superior.

This person is Liang Yan, the King of Beijiang Liang Yan.

Next to him was a young man wearing a famous brand and looking a little careless. His name was Liang Chao, Liang Yan's only son.

Behind them, like Yuan Zhong, followed a large group of elite Liang family members.

Among the crowd, I didn’t see Beijiang Jianchi.

A group of people came ashore and finally stopped only seven or eight meters away from Yuan Zhong.

Before Liang Yan could speak, Liang Chao spoke to Yuan Zhong immediately, his tone was full of frivolity, and he had no feeling of respect for his elders at all.
Chapter completed!