"It should be from here. Zhang Huajun stopped, took out the map and carefully checked it again. Then he pointed to the hillside outside the guardrail and said to Zhang Qianhai.

Zhang Qianhai nodded, so the two of them looked around, and found that no one was paying attention, jumped up quickly on the flat ground, climbed over the guardrail more than two meters high, and disappeared into the misty hillside like two black shadows in a blink of an eye.

Qiao Yun did not hesitate and quickly climbed over the guardrail and followed, the misty fog came to his face, and the fog here was even thicker than the encircled tourist area. Although the visibility was reduced to only a few meters, Qiao Yun could still vaguely see the backs of Zhang Qianhai and Zhang Huajun with his divine sense.

"Hua Jun, don't you think someone is following us?" Zhang Qianhai suddenly stopped, frowned, and said to Zhang Huajun beside him. After that, he turned his head to look behind him, but there was only endless white in front of him.

Qiao Yun suddenly saw Zhang Qianhai and the two clearly with his divine sense, and he was shocked, and quickly stopped. At this time, he and Zhang Qianhai were only more than 20 meters away from each other, but because of the thick fog, Zhang Qianhai and the two could not see Qiao Yun. Qiao Yun secretly sighed in his heart Zhang Qianhai's vigilance, he was so careful or he was aware of it. Now that he has been discovered, Qiao Yun doesn't plan to follow it anymore, now that he has arrived in the Wanming Mountain Range, he can go to find the ancient tomb by himself as long as he gets the map, there is no need to wait until he finds the ancient tomb before doing it. Qiao Yun's right hand had slowly touched his pocket.

Zhang Huajun was holding a map and a compass in his hand looking for the location of the ancient tomb, when he suddenly heard Zhang Qianhai's words, he said with some doubts: "Why didn't I feel it? Brother Hai, are you a little worried?"

Zhang Qianhai retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Maybe I'm suspicious, I always feel that someone is following us." But let's hurry to find the ancient tomb and get the things and go back quickly, I always feel a little unsure. ”

Before Zhang Huajun could answer, there was a gunshot, followed by three more.

Qiao Yun had already locked on to Zhang Qianhai with his divine sense, and pulled the trigger four times in a row on Zhang Qianhai, shooting out all the four bullets left in the pistol. Qiao Yun didn't care about Zhang Huajun on the side at all, Zhang Huajun was just a martial artist in the early stage of the Yellow Order, Qiao Yun was confident that he wouldn't have to make any effort to kill Zhang Huajun. And Zhang Qianhai is different, in the face of a mid-stage martial artist, Qiao Yun didn't dare to hold it up, he didn't know if he was sure to win the middle stage of the Yellow Order, so Qiao Yun took advantage of the dense fog as a cover and attacked Zhang Qianhai. After all four shots were fired, Qiao Yun also quickly jumped out and rushed towards Zhang Huajun, he had to get the map of the ancient tomb first, otherwise he would not be able to find the ancient tomb.

A puff of blood mist bloomed on Zhang Qianhai's left shoulder, and the air was suddenly filled with a bloody aura. After hearing the gunshot, Zhang Qianhai quickly moved his body, but he still couldn't dodge the first bullet. Fortunately, he dodged the three bullets in the back. And before Zhang Huajun could react to what was happening, he felt that his hands were empty, and suddenly there was an extra person in front of him, and the map of the ancient tomb had already run into the hands of the person in front of him.

"It's you!" Zhang Qianhai stared at Qiao Yun and said coldly. Although he was shot in the shoulder, making his already pale face even paler, the shot was not a big deal for him. At this moment, he had already recognized Qiao Yun as the young man they had seen on the phone after they came out of the hotel. Zhang Qianhai didn't make a move, but asked in a deep voice: "How do you know that we have a map of the ancient tomb?" In Zhang Qianhai's opinion, he has never seen Qiao Yun, obviously Qiao Yun is not a child of a family, and the people who went to the auction are some characters with heads and faces, and Qiao Yun is definitely not qualified to participate at such a young age, so he doesn't understand how Qiao Yun knows that he has a map of the ancient tomb. He had to ask about this matter clearly, otherwise if more people knew the value of the map and came to the Wanming Mountain Range to look for the ancient tomb, then the inheritance in the ancient tomb might not belong to the two of them. And he still hasn't figured out how no one knows the Wanming Mountains, why does the auction say that no one knows where the map is drawn?

Qiao Yun took the remnants of the ancient tomb into his arms, and it was a pity that the four bullets only injured one of Zhang Qianhai's arms, but Qiao Yun was not too disappointed, if there was no fog as a cover, let alone four bullets, even forty might not be able to hurt a mid-Yellow Rank martial artist in the slightest, this is the difference between a martial artist and an ordinary person, the flexibility and reaction ability of a martial artist are much beyond ordinary people. Qiao Yun sneered and said, "How do I know? This map is about to be decided by Zhang Qianhai, so I have to grab it for free." ”

"It's you!Take your life, kid!" Qiao Yun said so, how could Zhang Qianhai not know that Qiao Yun was the one who pretended to bid with him before. Zhang Qianhai sneered in his heart, it is really a road to the end of the world, if you don't go, there is no way to go to hell. The sultry of the previous bidding and the anger of being plotted by Qiao Yun all broke out, and Zhang Qianhai smashed at Qiao Yun with a fist.

Qiao Yun also stirred up the true qi in his body and slammed into Zhang Qianhai with a punch. The two fists intersected, and the fist momentum stirred up the surrounding white fog to ripple a little. Qiao Yun only felt that the bones of his right arm rattled, as if they were about to break at any moment, and the huge force was transmitted from the arm to his chest, and all his internal organs rolled under this force. Under the intersection of this punch, Qiao Yun was knocked back a few steps, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out one after another, Qiao Yun's face was white and terrifying. Qiao Yun understood that he had overestimated his strength, and although he was not killed under this punch, he was not lightly injured. It seems that he is not the opponent of the middle stage martial artist of the Yellow Rank, let alone dealing with the two of them at this moment, it is only Zhang Qianhai, and he has to flee for his life.

"Hmph, I said, how dare you be so arrogant, it turns out that you are a martial artist at the peak of the early stage of the Yellow Order. But you can't be arrogant anymore, today is your death day, suffer death!" Although Zhang Qianhai also had a little backlash with the punch just now, it was much better than Qiao Yun. At this moment, he threw another punch, obviously wanting to kill Qiao Yun under his fist.

Not to mention that Qiao Yun is already very weak at this moment, even if Qiao Yun is not injured, he can't withstand Zhang Qianhai's punch. Qiao Yun was still there for a moment at this time, and he used his Ling Feng step to quickly escape. Zhang Huajun originally wanted to help Zhang Qianhai, but he couldn't intervene at all when Qiao Yun and Zhang Qianhai were fighting, and now seeing that Qiao Yun was about to escape, how could he let it go, and he also threw a punch at Qiao Yun. Qiao Yun did not entangle with Zhang Huajun, and easily bypassed Zhang Huajun, changed directions, and prepared to continue to escape. But Qiao Yun's kung fu, Zhang Qianhai's punch had already changed direction and hit again. Qiao Yun couldn't dodge at this time, so he could only rush forward desperately, and at the same time protect his heart with his true qi.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Zhang Qianhai's fist hit Qiao Yun's heart firmly, Qiao Yun flew out like a kite with a broken string, and spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and the whole body was like falling apart, and the severe pain swept through the body. Despite this, Qiao Yun didn't dare to stop in the slightest, and staggered to continue running into the distance after landing on the ground.

Zhang Qianhai didn't expect Qiao Yun to escape again under his punch, he was just stunned for a moment, and Qiao Yun had already fled away. "Chase!" Zhang Qianhai finished speaking, and he had already chased in the direction where Qiao Yun had fled. He had long wanted to kill Qiao Yun, not to mention, now the map of the ancient tomb was still on Qiao Yun's body, so he had to catch up with Qiao Yun no matter what.

Qiao Yun relied on his Ling Feng steps and divine sense to constantly run in the Wanming Mountain Range, Qiao Yun himself didn't know how many times he turned the direction and how many hillsides he had climbed, he just desperately escaped. Qiao Yun knew that if he fell into the hands of Zhang Qianhai and the two, he would definitely end up dead or alive. I don't know how long I ran and where I ran to, Qiao Yun only felt that his mind was dizzy for a while, and his body didn't seem to belong to him, getting lighter and lighter...... And the surrounding fog has been so thick that it is difficult to see anything except the heaven and earth under his feet, and even Qiao Yun's divine sense has begun to blur.

Finally, Qiao Yun couldn't hold on anymore and planted directly on the ground. After a long time, Qiao Yun barely turned over, panting heavily. After a while, he fainted groggyly.

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Zhang Huajun and Zhang Qianhai were standing on a hill at this time, discerning the direction of Qiao Yun's escape. Before, the two followed Qiao Yun's shadow all the way here, but here Qiao Yun's shadow suddenly disappeared, making the two lose their direction.

"Hua Jun, do you see where he is going?"

"No, Brother Hai. He suddenly disappeared when he got here, the fog was so thick that I couldn't see it clearly, I guess he hastened and fled. Zhang Huajun replied.

Zhang Qianhai frowned, and continued to ask: "His escape speed is indeed very fast, but we are not far from him, and he is seriously injured, it stands to reason that he should run slower and slower, how can he suddenly accelerate and disappear?"

"Maybe he's using some secret method. Zhang Huajun analyzed.

"Anyway, let's scour the area. Otherwise, we won't be able to find the tomb without a map. After Zhang Qianhai finished speaking, he began to search the vicinity.

The two of them searched inch by inch of land, and they were three feet away from digging into the ground, but they were busy for a whole day and didn't find half of Qiao Yun's shadow.