Chapter 122: A Horse Riding Absolute Dust Suspicious Clouds, Strong Enemy Hidden Immortal Peak

No matter!

Ling Zifeng shook his head and was about to leave, but he saw a flash of light on the ground, and walked over to pick it up, it turned out to be a pearl earring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This earring must have been accidentally dropped by the other party, but the voice and movement of the other party looked like a man, so good at the earrings of friends.

Ling Zifeng didn't think much about it, and put the earrings into his arms, maybe this earrings would bring him an unexpected harvest in the end.

When Ling Zifeng returned to the mountain tower, he didn't attract any attention, and everyone seemed to be still asleep.

In addition to the bright light in the twilight room, they may have noticed the movement, but before they could react, they had already lost their traces.

Hearing the movement, the two pushed open the door and stood quietly in front of the door, seeing that it was Ling Zifeng, they didn't move.

"How's it going?"

Twilight asked in a low voice.

"No, the opponent is very shrewd, let him escape!"

Ling Zifeng shook his head and smiled bitterly, turning his head and walking towards his room.

Chi Twilight and the two glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, one person could escape from Ling Zifeng's hands, and the strength could be imagined.

You must know that Ling Zifeng crawled out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, even if he did not regret facing Tianwen, the two masters were only half a point weaker.

The two silently closed the door, since they had been targeted, it meant that their whereabouts had been exposed. The other party is likely to have been lurking for more than ten years just waiting for today, and even the worst case is that there is the other party's eyeliner among themselves and others.

If that's the case, then the situation is really terrible, because these people can be said to be people who know their origins, and even have nothing to do with each other. The vision of this person who set up the situation is so high and his scheming and strategy are far-reaching, it makes people feel terrified to think about it.

In the middle of the night, there was a return to calm, where the mountain tower stood quietly, and fell into a deep sleep, and this unknown pursuit did not cause a single wave.

The morning breeze blows, blowing people's hearts cold, making people can't help but shrink their necks, they really want to hide in the quilt and sleep him upside down.

In such a cold morning, the proprietress Xu Sanniang was urged to get up with sleepy eyes, and her face was as black as charcoal.

As for the two guys, they were already busy preparing the carriage and horses in the backyard, Xu Sanniang took out the key impatiently to open the door, and continued to turn around and go back to sleep with her head covered.

Ling Zifeng and the others didn't mind this, anyone who was woken up in such a situation would not have a good temper, if she was still smiling, it would be a real problem.

After some preparations, everyone rode their horses and whips, and continued to hurry.

It's just a slight difference that Chi Ji paid for the car and horses, and even gave the coachman the money for the journey, and gave him a horse to go back.

On the next journey, Chi Dui personally sat in the carriage and drove the carriage, although the others were a little puzzled about why they did this, but seeing that Ling Zifeng didn't say anything, they didn't ask more.

Ling Zifeng's gaze swept over Ling Mengran, Qin Xin and Xiaolan's faces, but his gaze shrank for a moment, and then turned his head.

After the carriage and horses roared away, the two men closed the door and continued to make up for the cage, and the mountain tower returned to the stagnant silence.

HONG Chuan,

Ageless Peak,

A middle-aged man stood on the edge of a cliff, his cold eyes watching the rising sun in the east.

Behind him, dozens of men in blood-colored cloaks and black and red robes stood respectfully, looking like they should be his subordinate disciples.

"Your Excellency, there is a letter to arrive!"

A disciple ran over from a distance, his cloak waxing, his face respectfully kneeling on the ground, holding a small bamboo tube.

The middle-aged man stretched out his big white hand in his sleeve and took it, and opened the note in the bamboo tube to take a look.

I saw that on his vigorous face, the muscles were agitated, the green tendons appeared, and the note was held by him with one hand, and it turned into flying ash and floated in the morning light.

"Bastard, such a simple thing will be discovered, did he grow up eating and?

The middle-aged man yelled coldly, spreading all his anger on the disciple who was half-kneeling in front of him.

"Your Excellency, Jinxi is on his way here. ā€

The disciple shrunk his neck and lowered his eyes, not even daring to raise his head.

For the throne in front of him, who was rising in anger, he beat and scolded him at every turn, and he did not do anything less to kill his disciples in anger. Now although he has suffered from the fish pond, he does not dare to guarantee that the throne will not kill him to vent his anger.

"Humph!"

"Cheer me up, this time this seat will go out in person, and I will inevitably bring back the Soul Devouring Sword and the Reincarnation Sword Codex, if anyone misses the major event of this seat, you have seen the end of the snow. ā€

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his eyes were cold, and his bloodthirsty words made the disciples sweat in fright.

Thinking of the end of the snow, they couldn't help but tremble under their feet, and some couldn't stand.

At the beginning, the snow was empty-handed, and he was given a hand to split the tendons and veins, and his whole body pierced seventy-six large holes, and he hung upside down on the tree for two days and two nights. When they put him down, the snow was lying on the ground like a dead dog, unable to get up for a whole day.

What's even more cruel is that the throne strictly ordered no one to help him, although in the end the snow still saved a small life, but there was no time for a year and a half, and that injury was not to be recovered.

And Xue Mankong is not a direct subordinate of the throne, and the throne is so heavy that it is suspected of deliberately suppressing the opponent.

But the ruthlessness of his methods has been seen by everyone, and if such a punishment falls on him, let alone death, it is even a luxury to die.

"Stay in your respective places, and when they come, destroy the carriage and horses as soon as they come. Except for Ling Zifeng, the others live or die. ā€

"Give me bright spots in your eyes, if anyone hurts Jinxi, you can wipe your neck with a sword!"

The middle-aged man looked down at the group of disciples, ordered coldly, and saw that everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at him, so he roared angrily: "Did you hear clearly?"

"Disciple Honorable Order. ā€

A group of disciples rushed to respond in unison, and quickly moved towards the bottom of the mountain one by one.

It was like a wind under their feet, as if there were thousands of demons and monsters chasing after them, and they were afraid that they would run too slowly, and they would be devoured by it so that there were no bones left.

"Humph!"

"A bunch of waste. ā€

The middle-aged man scolded angrily, he was really too lazy to take a look at these disciples. One by one, they were like pus, and when they saw him, they were like seeing a ghost, and they couldn't say a word clearly.

How did he know that his disciples were not cowardly, they were afraid of death.

Everyone was afraid that they would accidentally provoke him and end up dead. And I can't guarantee that I have to taste the heart-rending and inhumane means before I die with difficulty.

The point is that that kind of death is not much better than the legendary eighteen layers of hell.