Yandang Mountain is located in the south of Lincheng, known as "a famous mountain on the sea, the best in the world" reputation. Because there is a lake on the top of the mountain, the reeds are dense, the grass is swinging, and the autumn geese returning to the south mostly live here, so it is named. The mountain is not high, but the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the peaks are dangerous and the caves are secluded, the waterfall is peculiar, the flowing water is murmuring, it has always been a scenic spot, and it is praised by the literati and sorcerers.

The sun is setting, two figures walk quickly along the mountain, one of them is a teenager, carrying a black backpack on his shoulder, wearing a white short-sleeved square-neck T-shirt on his upper body, a pair of jeans on his lower body, and a pair of white tourist shoes on his feet, looking like an ordinary tourist, and the other person is an old man, in his sixties, with no white face and beard, wearing a set of white silk trousers, which is quite a bit of a fairy wind and bones.

The two are Mu Ping and Li Zhanyuan, who came from afar.

"Brother Mu, this is Yandang Mountain. Li Zhanyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountains in front of him and spoke in a low voice.

"Hmm. Mu Ping nodded, he felt that the air here was fresher than that of the imperial capital and Fencheng, and the aura contained in it was more abundant, which increased by more than two percentage points.

"What a blessed place!" he sighed in his heart. When I smell it carefully, I can't help but know it in my heart.

"It's no wonder that the Fire Dragon Sect wants to establish a sect here, it turns out that this place used to be a volcano, and since it is a volcano, there must be magma underneath it. ”

He knew that if he wanted to cultivate some fire-attribute exercises, he had to do it underground with magma. And the Fire Dragon Sect precisely cultivates the fire attribute exercises, which explains why they established the Hidden Gate here.

At the same time, because cultivating in magma or next to it, fire poison will inevitably form, and the elixir for pulling out fire poison, except for some yin attribute pills, the top girl's Yuan Yin is the most effective.

The so-called one thing drops one thing, and this is the truth of brine and tofu.

It must be that the thieves of the Fire Dragon Sect can't find the spirit grass of the yin attribute to refine the elixir, so this is the harm to the party, and they use the vicious means of extracting the girl's Yuan Yin to remove the fire poison from their bodies.

You know, Yuan Yin was destroyed, and the girl didn't live for three days, what is the difference between this and murder?!

"These brutes!"

Mu Ping had not personally experienced the famous war against the Japanese Invaders, but he had already known the tragedy of that war from the memory of his previous life, countless women died tragically at the hands of the Japanese Invaders, and compared to those Japanese Invaders, this Fire Dragon Sect was not much better.

He couldn't understand why these monks were so selfish and cruel!

But cultivation is originally a struggle with the heavens, and the Fire Dragon Sect can't stay out of it. But since this kind of vicious sect has been encountered by him, there is no reason to let it go.

His spiritual power radiated out, carefully probing every inch of land, and within three breaths, he felt a faint trace of heat at the edge of the touch of the spiritual power underground.

"What's going on, how can someone be fighting up ahead?"

Advancing to the third floor of the real tree, if his spiritual power turned into a straight line, it could extend out a thousand meters away, and he found that at one o'clock in front of him, he could faintly feel the air fluctuating violently. This is by no means formed by the wind, the only explanation is that someone is fighting.

At this time, fighting is definitely not as simple as fighting!

"Old Li, follow me!" Mu Ping pointed to Li Zhanyuan in front of him, and disappeared in a few vertical leaps. The second monk Li Zhanyuan was puzzled, but he had already received orders from Nanyuan and Pang Yuan on this trip, and everything was based on Mu Ping's horse, so he didn't dare to slack off, hanging Mu Ping's figure from afar, and jumped away. At the same time, I secretly admired Mu Ping in my heart, this speed, I'm afraid Nanyuan is just like that.

"Miss, let's go!"

From a distance, Mu Ping noticed that someone was really fighting.

There were six men in the battle, divided into two groups. Three of the twenty-one-twelve-year-olds were surrounding an old man of about fifty years old, while on the other side, a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old demon man was circling with a girl of about eighteen.

Although the sky was gray, Mu Ping's spiritual power had already locked the battlefield, and everyone's appearance was clearly printed in the sea of knowledge.

According to the four levels of heaven and earth on the earth, the cultivation of the old man should be around the peak of the Xuan level, barely a master, although the three men fighting against are only about the middle of the Xuan level, but the good tiger can't stand the wolves, besides, these three wolves are still very fierce, the tricks are not far from the old man's vital point, the old man's mouth is bleeding, like a zebra fighting with wolves on the grassland, and his body is torn open from time to time.

On the other hand, that girl is a little insufficient, she has just been promoted to a yellow-level martial artist, and the man who is fighting against her is at the peak of the middle stage of the Xuan level, and half a foot has already entered the late stage of the Xuan Ji.

The man played with the girl like a cat and a mouse, with a thin smile on his face and a mouthful of words. The girl's face was flushed, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she screamed from time to time, how could she not be as good as others, and if she wanted to escape, she was more powerful than the sky.

The four young monks wore the same costume, a bright red monk's uniform, and on their right chests were embroidered a palm-sized gold letter—fire.

No need to ask, the four of them must be the criminals of the Fire Dragon Sect.

"Miss, I'll stop them, you take the opportunity to escape!"

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, waved his palm and forced back the three opponents, spoke anxiously and loudly, and jumped in front of the girl.

"Where are you going?" Didn't you see that our young master was talking to your young lady about a deal of hundreds of millions?hahaha!" one of the curly hairs said playfully.

"Miss, let's go! Fire Dragon Sect, you bastards, Lao Tzu is fighting with you!"

The old man pushed the girl, and his whole body was shaken, and he swelled up steeply.

"Dayong, stop him, this old miscellaneous hair is going to blow himself up!"

The young man called the young master flashed out of the circle and shouted loudly.

"Uncle Ma, don't!"

The girl, who had staggered a few steps, turned back sharply, tears in her eyes, and a heart-rending howl pierced through the darkness and drifted in the dark night sky.

"Miss, leave me alone, run, tell the master, Ma Wu did his best!"

"Old Zamao, we still want to escape under the hands of our Fire Dragon Sect, what do you think of us!" The demon man waved his right hand, "Woooo And he himself quickly chased after the girl.

"Dingding!"

Suddenly, there were two soft sounds, and the two black lights swirled and pierced to the ground, and the demon man's body fell to the ground with a thud, standing straight and motionless, and the other three men also stood in place as if they had been immobilized, their hands still outstretched, and they were also motionless.

Looking at the old man in black again, his body was like a deflated ball, and he quickly returned to his original state, except for a slight malaise in his demeanor, there was no major problem.