Because of the distance, I can't see my face clearly.

But I thought to myself, just now I was able to fly so many small wooden swords, and the power of them is amazing, this kind of strength is not something that ordinary people can have.

Coupled with the reaction of those disciples around him, it should be a big shot.

At this time, the two of them flew down the hillside one after the other, really flying, as if the center of the earth had lost its gravity.

The one who walked in front was a young man, and the one who walked behind was a little older.

As they got closer, I finally got a good look at their faces.

It was true that I had never seen it when I was a little older, but I was stunned by the young man's face.

My mind flashed to Mr. Xiang from Tsing Chu High School and his sentence when he was surrounded by more than a dozen killers: Wing Chun......

At this moment, it can be so similar.

But in an instant, I shook my head and denied it, Teacher Xiang had already died for saving me, and the young man in front of me, wearing a white dragon robe, was obviously not an idle person.

I guess that the dozens of small wooden swords just now were the ones he commanded.

The young man who looked like Teacher Xiang raised his hand slightly as he passed by the kneeling disciples, and then walked towards me with a smile.

Seeing the two masters approaching, I couldn't see their cultivation clearly with the demon bodies of the Spirit Lotus Realm, and I only felt that the momentum was compelling.

I quietly switched the demon body into spiritual power, and this action did not escape the young man's eyes.

He let out an unexpected "oh?", with a warm smile on his face all the time.

"Little brother, I just made a reckless move, sorry, sorry. ”

The young man took the initiative to apologize to me, extremely easy-going, but even so, the kingly aura that he unintentionally exuded from his body suppressed the anger on my body.

I was originally angry, but now I have calmed down.

I conservatively estimate that this young man's cultivation is at least above the Spirit Pill Realm, or even higher.

At this time, the old man beside the young man said heartily:

"In the Lower Ghost Hunting Palace, the current hall master Chen Haoran, this is a cultivator ......"

After he briefly identified himself, he was ready to introduce the young man around him ceremoniously.

As a result, the young man hooked his mouth and smiled, waved his hand indifferently and said:

"Don't say it. ”

Chen Haoran had no choice but to stop talking with a smile.

I was amazed in my heart, it turned out that the old man standing in front of me was the hall master of the Ghost Hunting Palace, and looking at his heroic and righteous appearance, he did have the momentum of the hall master.

And although this young man did not say his identity, his identity is certainly not simple.

Since they are all big guys, I will give up my hand and say:

"It turned out to be two seniors, disrespectful!"

The young man smiled, and suddenly came over and put his arm around my shoulders in an informal manner:

"Little brother, you just learned the sword technique, who did you learn it from?"

What he said should be my Qinglong sword.

I don't have a master, I don't even have exercises, I realized it all by myself in the tree hole of the demon world.

So, I told the truth:

"I'm fooling around. ”

The young man turned to me in surprise:

"Yes, when I was your age, I was still playing with copper coin swords. ”

I was instantly brought into the topic by him, as if I had met a soulmate:

"You also know Taoism?"

The young man pinched his fingers, squeezed his eyes and smiled:

"It's just a ...... to throw it away"

I smiled and asked:

"Then do you study Wudang Mountain or Maoshan Mountain?"

This question seems to be difficult for young men.

He scratched his head, and then simply diverted the topic:

"Well, it doesn't matter......"

"By the way, I really like your red robe, and my wife has one. ”

"It's just that your mask is not good, I know more than a dozen people who like to wear masks, and I have the opportunity to take you to play with them. ”

I don't understand what the young man meant by this, why he was wearing a mask and playing with other people.

When he saw that I was silent, he smiled again:

"Well, no rush, take your time. ”

……

Just as the young man put his arm around my shoulders and chatted about my daily life, a number of people suddenly trotted out from behind the small hill just now.

They poured in front and back, like soldiers, standing neatly.

They changed their clothes on the spot, most of them wore black robes, a few wore purple robes, and two old men with white hair put on gold robes, and all of them had long swords stuck diagonally behind their backs.

Moyo estimated that there must have been about three or four hundred.

Only then did the young man let go of my shoulders and looked at Chen Haoran, the hall master of the Ghost Hunting Palace, with a smile:

"Yo, your people are back! This trip to Qingzhu has been hard!"

Chen Haoran shook his head and said:

"Where ...... Talk"

Then he asked curiously in a whisper:

“…… It's to prepare for training him to join the Darkblade Guard?......"

The young man made a shushing motion, and Chen Haoran stopped asking.

Their conversation was too quiet, and I was listening vaguely.

Before I could think about it, the young man had already put his arm around my shoulders again and said with a smile:

"Let's go, sit down in the Ghost Hunting Palace. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up with me.

Just like the last time the cat fairy took me to fly with the air, I instantly got out of the ground.

It's just that the young man is more skilled and relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Haoran, as well as those masters in purple and gold robes, jumped up one after another.

They didn't need any planks of the ropeway to go straight above the old trees.

I was carried by a young man in the forefront, the cool breeze blowing in my face, the fog was rising, the scenery under the day was a hundred times stronger than the night, the fog under the abyss was like the waves of the sea, and the mountains on both sides were ingenious.

Although it is strange to be hugged by a man, the feeling of flying at high altitude is really amazing.

Behind them, except for Chen Haoran, they all had to step on the chains on the way to borrow strength again, as long as the young man and Chen Haoran flew to the end in one breath.

As soon as the three of us landed, we realized that something was wrong.

I saw that in front of the gate, there was a white man who was covered in bloody sword holes, he held the long sword in his hand, his face was pale, his eyes could barely be opened, and the blood on the ground was left on the edge of the cliff.

This person is the one who stayed behind in the ghost hunting hall, so why bother!

And in the open space in front of him, there were still eight or nine corpses, all of which were the disciples of the Ghost Hunting Hall who were indifferent to him yesterday.

The thing is very clear, those indifferent disciples of the Ghost Hunting Hall must have accepted some bribes to be bribed by Jingwu, and wanted to open the floodgates to let them pass.

But why bother to believe my words, desperately guarding the ghost hunting hall, and finally fighting here.

Seeing that He Kulai didn't seem to be dead yet, I quickly took out the Huanyang Pill and prepared to save him.

But it was a young man in a white dragon robe who rushed ahead of me.

He also quickly took out some pills, stuffed them into He Kulai's mouth, and then smoothed him to lie down, waved his palm, and gently pressed it on his heart.

I saw that around He Kulai's body, there were always spiritual power circles fluctuating like water ripples.

The young man was extremely serious, and after a few minutes withdrew his hand with a sigh of relief.

He saw why he came to wake up again, and said with a warm smile:

"Little brother, give you an official of the Ghost Hunting Palace, I will call the shots for you in this matter, what Chen Haoran said is not ......"

At this time, Chen Haoran, the hall master of the Ghost Hunting Palace, was full of guilt and buried his head.

(It's a little less today, but tomorrow it's more, good night)