The carriage to Lanyun Alchemy City this time was driven by three unicorns, and the car was relatively large and could do more than a dozen people, Ye He was among the people.

Among the crowd, Ye He is actually quite weird, with blonde hair that is rare in the human continent, and he is wearing a gold-patterned mask that only shows the lower half of his face, wearing a delicate white gold-patterned robe, and holding a black and red sword that is about to rust around his waist.

The sword is three feet two long, half a finger wide, and the fiery red sword body clearly reflects the golden lines with a hint of blue. On the red hilt of the sword, there was a red silk more than an inch long. It's a little rusty, but it's still a little different.

It seems strange to everyone.

"Alas, brother, is going to Lanyun City or to Alchemy City? ”

"Hey, don't talk about Le, go to Lanyun City to watch the game. ”

"Oh oh, brother, I'm watching the game!"

"Why do you want to go up and show your hands?"

"Don't dare, don't dare to kill, no one will collect the body. ”

The two of them said strange things with strange accents, and Ye He had a headache when he heard it.

Ye He thought to himself: After going to Alchemy City, I will visit Miss Gongsun.

Ye He took out the finely made token again.

The others slowly became familiar with it and began to speak, but Ye He was ignored like air.

It seemed that everyone was chatting colorfully, and a disheveled teenager was bored when he looked at the blonde boy next to him silently.

This disheveled young man's name is Yang Shuangyang, a seventeen-year-old martial artist, he is a close disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, his strength has reached the astonishing Martial Sect Ninefold, and he has always been the supreme existence in front of the young disciples, and this time he came to participate in the annual competition in Lanyun City.

It is said that the prize is very rich.

This time it was due to the fact that several inner disciples were inexplicably killed. Because these elders are searching for the murderer, they can only sit in a broken carriage and walk with a group of weak people, but the sect says that this is to train themselves.

Yang Shuangyang looked at the masked man who didn't speak, turned his head with a very disdainful expression, and said loudly to the junior brother who was traveling together: "Some people wear masks and look like people, and I can fight so much that I don't even know his mother." He got a little closer to Ye He's ear: "Hey, there's one next to you." ”

Ye He closed his eyes and endured his anger, he didn't want to cause trouble, but the domineering Yang Shuangyang continued: "Guess what he looks like?"

There were two people who were walking with the teenager, and they both nodded together and said contemptuously: "Ugly~"

"Then let's take a look?" Yang Shuangyang said.

"Yes, yes. ”

Yang Shuangyang stretched out his hand and wanted to take off Ye He's mask, but just as he was about to touch it, he was blocked by the sudden scabbard, and the angry Yang Shuangyang wanted to draw his sword.

Yang Shuangyang scolded angrily: "Do you want to die?!" The people around stopped talking and looked at Yang Shuangyang, and even the driver who was driving slowed down.

A knowledgeable warrior whispered to the person next to him, "This kid is dead." ”

"What do you mean by that?" said a person next to him curiously.

"It is said that that person's name is Yang Shuangyang, and that is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. He cautiously pointed to the jade pendant on Yang Shuangyang's waist, "That's the closed disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"

"Ahh......h I know that he has defeated dozens of sect peers with his bare hands, and he also has a good sword. Hearing Yang Shuangyang's name, he instantly reacted and said excitedly.

"Don't make a fuss, you two. It was the old coachman's voice, his tone was calm and imposing, and the power released was even Ye He jumped, and the martial saint was heavy.

Ye He didn't expect that a driver driving a car would be a powerhouse at the level of a martial saint.

The status of the Martial Saint powerhouse in Lanyun City is still quite high, and it is a problem to pull the carriage, a Martial Saint to pull the carriage.

The driver said, "If you don't want to be a corpse, it's better to be honest." The old man's beard was slightly upturned.

"I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Yang Shuangyang said. As soon as he opened his mouth, he took out the hole cards of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is at least one of the four major sects of the Lanyun Kingdom, although it is the weakest of the four major sects, but the foundation is also very strong. As soon as Ye He heard that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect wanted to kill someone, he didn't get angry if he didn't mention it.

As soon as the driver heard that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was indeed a little nervous, Ye He also felt that the other party's breath was unstable and became chaotic, which was obviously a little afraid of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

No matter how you say it, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect also has a strong person in the Martial King realm sitting in the formation, which is weaker than the Lanyun Kingdom, but it is still a relatively powerful existence.

Seeing that the driver was a little speechless, Yang Shuangyang said proudly: "Our Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not an evil sect, I, Yang Shuangyang, have bypassed you old guy." ”

When the coachman heard this, he smiled, and the spiritual power was pressing Yang Shuangyang.

The young man felt that there were only three people who would not turn against him now, so he sat down and said, "Old man, coachman, do you dare to report your name?"

"See you. The old man screamed, but he was not afraid at all.

"There's a kind!" Yang Shuangyang said, giving a thumbs up.

"Drive!" Zhang Jian whipped the horse and continued to hurry.

.........

It was already dark, and the moonlight was falling.

"Let's get out of the car. Zhang Jian asked everyone to get out of the carriage.

"Why don't you travel overnight? A little impatient hurriedly asked.

And Zhang Jian pointed to the way and said, "If you want to go, hurry up." He slowed down his voice again, "As long as you're not afraid of being torn apart by demonic beasts." ”

Some people who are not martial artists and some who only have some martial arts fur are obviously afraid, and if they go alone in such a dark night, they will die if they have no one to protect them.

There were four waves of those who knew each other, two who had no cultivation but mostly knew each other, and there were three people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and in the end, only Ye He and Zhang Jian were together.

Zhang Jian seemed to be very curious about Ye He, so he asked, "Where does Gongzi's family live?"

"Qinghe City. "Three words lightly.

Zhang Jian asked again: "What is the son doing in Lanyun City?" ”

......

Ye He didn't speak.

Stuffy gourd......

The old man also seemed to understand that others also had privacy, so he couldn't ask no matter how curious he was, so he left bored.

"Ahh

Since the third door of the demon world was opened, there have been more and more Lulin bandits, and the traders have become more and more unlucky, except for some cities that are safe at all, other places are not safe, the city at least has an army and a country to follow, and the robbers are not too reckless.

These robbers seemed to have a purpose, and the tall and thin warrior seemed to be a martial saint and said to the old man: "Zhang Jian! Sure enough, it's you, I didn't expect you to really come to pull the carriage, haha." ”

The tall and thin warrior's words caused a lot of shame.

Zhang Jian stared at the crowd in front of him: "And say that there is a fart quickly!"

"Zhang sees that I am going to kill the people behind you, you get out of the way. The tall and thin warrior pointed at Zhang with a big knife and saw that the people behind him were not majestic.