In the early morning, the peaks and streams are still pitch black, the towering trees, the vines around the trees and the tall long grass, covering the sky and the earth, like trolls and imps with teeth and claws, the cold wind of the mountains and forests blows, and the trolls and imps rustle and sway, giving people a kind of eerie grinding teeth.

Fortunately, there is a gallop road leading to the north and south is quite flat, and the insects on both sides of the road are singing one after another, adding a little peace.

The sound of wheels sounded, and in the darkness two tall horses pulled a carriage side by side on the gallop road, the carriage on the carriage was wooden, with cloth curtains hanging in front and back, and the wind blew slightly, and a faint figure could be seen.

There were several slender cracks on the compartment panels, as if they had been cut by a weapon such as a sword, and the cracks were new, apparently in the event of a recent fight.

Wang Xing, who was sitting on the frame to catch the carriage, held the reins and whip very carefully, for fear that the wheels of the carriage would deviate from the avenue if he deviated slightly, and it would be a small matter to rub the stones beside the road, and it would be a big matter if he got stuck in the stone cracks or broke the wheels.

Next to Wang Xing sat Mao Rentong, who had been dozing off, and the two took turns driving horses and cars. Long Kun and Xia Xueying rode their horses to open the way, Zhang Dexing and Liu Zhiliang rode horses, followed by more than a dozen disciples of the Kucang Sect.

They are all cultivators, and their eyesight is far greater than that of ordinary people, and even if they are the weakest cultivators, they can also distinguish roads, carriages, and human figures in the dark.

The group entered the peaks and streams mightily, but none of the mountains that should have been infested with birds and beasts were gone.

Suddenly, a whoosh broke through the air, and a number of short arrows about a foot long flew towards the carriage.

The disciples of the Kuocang Sect were taken aback, and swung their swords to block the short arrows, and their sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

At the same time, the curtain of the car was lifted, and a slender figure jumped up, waving his hands, and his wide sleeves faintly tinged with a yellowish aura, holding a large handful of short arrows as if gravitational, and then hoisted towards the woods.

Only a few screams were heard, and seven or eight figures fell from the trees, and arrows and crossbows were scattered aside. Seven or eight of them were hit by a short arrow in the shoulder, and they howled in pain on the ground.

These people were all dressed in black and covered with black scarves, and they were extremely imperceptible in the dark. The slender and slender figure is not only surprisingly fast, but also has excellent eyesight, and the arrows are not missing.

The short arrows did not come again, which shows that the people who shot the arrows secretly were shocked.

The slender and long figure gently landed on the roof of the carriage, and said loudly: "Friends on the road, in the next week, the ram will pass by here, I hope you will give us some thin noodles, let us pass, and I am grateful." ”

The voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly even from a radius of four or five miles.

"Hand over the thing, you are not in a position to protect it. ”

There was a man suspended in the air in front of him, his whole body covered in a wide gray cloak, unable to distinguish his face and figure, only his domineering tone could be heard.

Zhou Ram's whole body is awesome, and the person who can levitate in mid-air, the internal force cultivation is definitely more than sixty years, and he belongs to the middle level of the middle realm, and he is only the first level of the middle realm, although he is in the same realm, but the difference between the first order is equivalent to the difference of ten years of cultivation, and it is not easy to deal with.

Except for the martial arts level, each realm is 30 years of cultivation, the small realm is 20 years to 49 years of cultivation, and the middle realm is 50 years to 79 years of cultivation.

Every ten years is the first order, and the order is the primary, intermediate and advanced level according to the cultivation level.

The middle stage is between 50 and 59 years, and the middle level is between 60 and 69 years. The difference between the two is obvious, the former cannot be taken off, but the latter can be suspended in mid-air. In battle, once the latter is vacated, the former will be in a situation where it is difficult to fight back, and if there is no certain means, it will be difficult to escape.

"How do you know we don't have what it takes to protect it?" another voice rang out from the left.

I saw three figures on the edge of the forest, one of which was a slightly chubby person slowly rising into the air, and it was also a person who cultivated above the middle level of the middle realm.

When the long arrow attacked, Mao Rentong had already woken up, and at this time, two masters appeared, and the disciples of the Kuocang Sect were all shocked, can they still get away with this?

"Manyo Shinon!"

As soon as he saw this chubby figure, the gray cloaked man scolded in a low voice, and the wide cloak drummed without wind, and the leaves floated in the air, and the leaves rolled towards the chubby man.

"Tweet ......"

The leaves seemed to be blowing one after another, and they made whistles, each whistle was extremely light, but extremely sharp, like a needle pricking the brain, even if a person who cultivated like Zhou Gongyang also appeared in a state of instant distraction, not to mention those disciples whose cultivation was lower than him, their faces turned pale.

This is the power of sonic martial arts, which comes from the hands of a mid-level cultivator in the middle realm, and the power is not ordinarily strong.

At this moment, the slightly chubby man pushed the palm of his hand, and a huge yellowish dragon head image came out of his palm, and the air stirred everywhere he passed, and all the leaves turned into nothingness.

The whistle sounded only half a breath before it was stopped by this palm.

The people of the Kucang Sect immediately regained their consciousness, the horses under the seat had not cultivated, their eyes had already rolled white, and their limbs were weak, but fortunately, the whistle stopped in the middle of the breath, and the horses recovered quickly, otherwise these disciples would definitely fall down.

The huge dragon head is still in power, and it is unrivaled to smash the gray cloaked man. Leaves fluttered in front of the Grey Cloak again, and in the blink of an eye, a tornado slammed into the huge dragon's head.

There was no loud noise, and the wind was so strong that everyone's eyes could not be opened, and the horses neighed and retreated, which startled Wang Xing and others to forcibly rein in their horses.

Soon, the wind passed, and the great dragons and foliage tornadoes dissipated in equal measure, and all the trees affected were bare poles, all broken and broken, and the ground was littered with weeds and stones.

"Humph!" the man in the grey cloak snorted, "I see how you protect it?"

"You think you're wearing a big cloak, when I don't know who you are? Not to be outdone, the chubby man snorted.

"Why bother with you. ”

The figure of the cloaked man flickered and disappeared in front of him. The reason why he was wearing a big cloak was that he didn't want people to recognize him, but he didn't expect to meet his old rival Su Jiangtian, no matter how he fought, he was on par, and he didn't have the heart to fight. For the Kucang faction, Fengshenjian is full of crises, and he naturally has no need to confront Su Jiangtian, just wait and see what happens, and wait for the opportunity.

"I know you don't dare, you've been fighting with me for more than 30 years, and you can't tell the difference. Su Jiangtian's face was disdainful.

Su Jiangtian is an old man about sixty years old, with crane hair and a childish face, like an old child.

On his side was a middle-aged man about forty-five years old, with a square face and a wide forehead, and a mighty appearance, it was Su Haihu, the second eldest of the Su family, and the younger brother of Su Hailong, the leader of the Jianghu Alliance.

Su Haihu was a little surprised: "Fourth Elder, do you mean that person is a qin artist and a qin He Sheng?"

"Isn't it him, grab it if you want to, it's still secretive. ”

Another young man is Su Haihu's son Su Xiaoyong, who is twenty-three this year, tall and handsome, and a pure white and immaculate silk robe is clearly distinguishable in the dark night, this kind of silk can be seen to be extremely luxurious.

His expression was indifferent, and he was not surprised: "There is a Qin family master who died suddenly, and the position of the head of the family is vacant, how can he not have the heart to be on the throne? In order to win the hearts of the people and recruit masters, this huge amount of money may make him sleepless at night, so he can only play the idea of playing the jade ball, and he does not want to be criticized and cover up his identity." ”