Chapter 45 Listening to the secrets in the tea shed

Two days later, in the early morning, the fluctuations in the vitality between heaven and earth suddenly intensified, and even Yu Yang, who was meditating cross-legged in the guest room, was awakened.

Pushing open the half-hidden window, looking out of the gap, on the street, the flow of people has increased dozens of times, crowded people, heels and feet, small town, everywhere can be seen mercenary groups dressed in variegated colors, behind the splendid curtains, the children of the family sitting in luxurious carriages.

The aisles on both sides belong to the lone ranger, and the galloping road in the middle has been occupied by caravans driving a large number of strong Yuan Beast mounts, which is an invisible rule, the weak eat the strong, at this moment, it can be reflected.

Dusk Town, there is not only the legend that the sunset does not return at dusk, and the soul has been waiting for the gods and demons for thousands of years, and every year when the burial of the heavens and bones is opened, it will attract young talents and mercenaries from all regions of the Eight Desolations, as well as ......, old antiques that are about to rot with dead wood.

"Get out of the way"

"Fuck off, don't you have long eyes?"

"The adults of the Seven Killing Hall are coming, and the idle people are waiting to retreat."

A team of more than 20 people, all over the body, except for the eyes and nose, everything was hidden under the black robe.

If you look closely, you can see the tights they wear under the loose black robes, and the strange blades that occasionally peek out from their waists.

"Huh" Yu Yang's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze couldn't take his eyes off these people.

"Huh?" However, in the next breath, a majestic breath suddenly came, but in an instant, Yu Yang only felt a feeling of palpitations, trembling all over, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the dozens of people, the old man in a black and white robe walking in front of the black wooden coffin, one of them wearing white, turned his head suddenly, staring at Yu Yang with a murderous gaze like staring at his prey, obviously, Yu Yang's too direct gaze had been captured by him.

"Extremely strong, at least, this person's cultivation is not inferior to that straw hat man." Yu Yang took a step back suddenly, his thin figure was shaky, and in the face of such a majestic momentum, he was like a drop in the ocean, which could be wiped out at any time.

"How?" On his side, the old man in black looked back and saw that he could naturally detect the strangeness of his companion's momentum.

"It's all right, just a prying ant." The white-robed old man turned around, his steps still in rhythm, and slowly walked towards the distance.

In the inn room, Yu Yang only felt a pain in his chest, his body burst back a few steps, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his brain was turned upside down.

At the moment of crisis, there was a sudden tremor in the dantian, and his mind returned to clarity, Yu Yang quickly sat down cross-legged and took out the pill to recover.

Half an hour later, Yu Yang got up, the paleness on his face had not yet faded, and he was just a little more ruddy at the moment.

"Fortunately, there are you, brother, otherwise, this blow is enough to make my soul disappear, and if I don't die, I will become an idiot." muttering in his mouth, Yu Yang changed into a black cloak to cover his figure, and no longer dared to walk out of the inn so unscrupulously, tomorrow is the day when the burial of the heavens and bones will be opened, at the beginning, these terrifying people appeared, and I don't know how many moths will be drawn out later.

On the street, the mercenaries who came and went hooked their shoulders, and in the noisy discussions, Yu Yang could clearly hear the visible forces in Dusk Town now.

"Seven Killings Palace, even in our entire wasteland, it is a behemoth, this time it is actually escorting a coffin to be buried in the Heavenly Bone Earth, but I don't know which ancestor buried the Seven Killings Palace?"

"It must be a powerful man in the world, with the foundation of the Seven Killings Palace, if it weren't for the longevity and longevity elixir he was taking, it had reached its limit, and if he couldn't improve his lifespan, he was afraid that he wouldn't have embarked on this road."

"Bury the heavenly bones, since ancient times, how many heroes want to be buried in it, it is better to die than to live, at least, if you can preserve a single point of heroic spirit in the burial of heavenly bones, there is still a chance to be reborn."

"It's a pity that I lived to this age, but I couldn't survive the erosion of the years and failed to break through to a higher realm."

"You and I are even far away from the Yuan King Realm, how can we know the world of these big people."

When the two mercenaries who were talking walked away, Yu Yang's face was suspicious, what is the origin of the Seven Killings Palace, even if these people are talking, they only dare to look directly behind their backs, as blatantly as they did before, maybe it is really too bold.

Looking back, in the tea shed not far away, there were more than a dozen tables of visitors gathered in front of the storyteller, and they were also dancing with their eyebrows, which was quite colorful.

"I heard that the heirs of the Earth Emperor Valley are also here." After the storyteller finished the previous sentence, he was drinking tea to moisten his throat, and spoke again, but it was an inquiry initiated by one of the onlookers.

"The Earth Emperor Valley is the overlord of the Tiannan Domain, and this time I came here to bury the strong man of the family?" Immediately afterward, someone picked up.

"Joke, the Earth Emperor Valley is now at its peak, there are many talents, and the ancestors in the valley are full of blood, this time, it's just that the descendants come out to show their faces." The storyteller sneered, shook his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and pretended to be superior.

"Then I don't know if the master disciple in the Earth Emperor Valley was born?" The others had already been patient for a long time, and one of them asked impatiently.

"It is said that the descendant of a powerful elder is the heir of a powerful elder, in order to break through the Yuan King Realm in the future, but it is for the protection of the strong man in the valley, who came to bury the heavenly bones and find the spring of gods and demons to forge the body." Storyteller

"Fountain of Gods and Demons? Legend has it that when breaking through the realm of the Yuan King, the divine object that nourishes the spiritual sea and breeds the Yuan Consciousness? The man who spoke before exclaimed, as if he remembered all kinds of legends about the burial of heaven and bones.

"It's a pity, how many people have gotten this thing for thousands of years? There are only a handful of powerful people who will shock the world in the future, and what they seek is just a pool of inferior springs. ”

"Even if it's an inferior spring, it's worth a thousand gold." The storyteller sighed, stopped talking, and turned to the street.

"Look, the sect forces of our Great Wilderness Region are here."

When everyone heard the sound and looked back, there was a black crowd of people, but they didn't know that hundreds of people had gathered inside and outside the tea shed.

Facing the red glow of the sky, a team of one-horned scale horses was the first to arrive at the long street, a group of only twenty or thirty people, all with a long sword behind them, far away, the invincible edge of these people, it was threatening.

"It's the Absolute Sword Sect."

"Ang ......" in the sky, there was a long roar like a dragon's roar, and countless people looked up, from a subtle black spot in the sky, it continued to magnify, and the next breath had fallen in front of them.

The huge and hideous dragon head has no horns on its head, but the two towering bulges make many people see that it is not enough.

"Look, this serpent has wings." Someone exclaimed.

"Where is this big snake, this is the Teng King Snake, a terrifying existence with the bloodline of an ancient divine beast, born as a third-order primordial beast, if it is an adult, it can be born with two horns, feathered into a true dragon and soared."

"You see, there is a man behind the serpent."

Hearing the sound, many people stretched their necks to look, and sure enough, when the Tengwang snake flew closer, there were more than 20 people sitting on the body length of more than 80 zhang, but it seemed a little insignificant on this huge body.

"It's a desolate." The storyteller sighed, his expression a little solemn.

"The Desert?" In the tea shed, almost everyone's faces changed, and they wanted to stop talking, but the storyteller continued to shake his head, hung his head, and refused to speak again.

When the beautiful Teng Wang Snake was far away, the storyteller shrunk his neck in the face of a lot of hot eyes, and then scolded with a smile: "It's really a group of barbarians." ”

"Legend has it that the most primitive race in our wasteland is the wasteland, I don't know if this is true?" Someone was dressed in the costume of a sect monk and looked at the storyteller seriously.

The storyteller kept his mouth shut, and the number of people in the audience gradually increased to seven or eight hundred, all of whom looked lost, and wanted to hear some secret news from this old fellow's mouth, but he didn't want to, he kept his mouth shut, lest he commit any taboo.

"The things of the desolate tribe, everyone knows it, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and walking beasts, insects and ants, in ancient times, it was the ancestor of our human race, but later some aborigines betrayed our human race and were expelled out, but now the desolate tribe is just some laughing stock." The young man who spoke before carried the teapot, watching the tea leaves that were spinning in the cup slowly float from the bottom of the cup with the washing of the tea, and his face was still so calm.

"Ah," the storyteller sighed, and his pale face seemed to be even more gloomy.

The next moment, a roar broke through the air, and many mercenaries in the tea shed who were strong in cultivation stood up, and when they vigilantly propped up the Yuan Force shield, they found that the sect monk who had spoken before was nailed to the table by an arrow shot from nowhere.

The triangular arrow pierced through his back, through his chest, and directly into the tabletop, and the three-foot-long sword body was still trembling at this moment with the colorful feathers on its tail.

The aftermath has not yet dissipated.

"Come back" In the flat ground, a flat voice seemed to call, and the next moment, everyone watched in amazement as the arrow flew back at a faster speed than when it came, and once again took a string of blood flowers from the corpse, turned into a streamer, and fell into the hands of a young man with a pale face a hundred steps away.

"Hmph" The young man snorted coldly at the crowd, raised his feet and walked towards the end of the long street.

"Why don't you stop him, he dares to kill people on the street in Dusk Town, isn't it because he doesn't take us and other mercenary laws in the eyes."

"Yes, such an arrogant boy, we will join forces, and we will let him fight with his life, and blood will be spattered for seven steps."

Afterwards, a group of mercenaries who had drunk too much warm tea muttered and vented their indignation in their hearts.

"If you want to follow in his footsteps, then keep making trouble." The storyteller finally spoke, waved his hand, and motioned for the little man in the tea shed to carry the corpse to be disposed of.

Immediately, I watched the little servant put the corpse in a sack, carried it straight out dozens of steps away, and threw it into the river along the edge of the long street.