The next day, after going to school with Li Xiangyun, Nie Leng soon skipped class and left school.

"Take me to the man!" Out of school, Nie Leng said.

The trace of black qi that had submerged into Nie Leng's body flew out instantly, turning into an arrow to indicate his progress. That black arrow was absolutely invisible to ordinary people, it was the power that belonged to the demon altar.

"Bus No. 9, this is a bus to the outskirts of the city, is that person outside the suburbs?" Under the guidance of the black arrow, Nie Leng boarded a No. 9 car and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

The bus stopped on the outskirts of the city, Nie Leng got out of the car, looked at the stop sign, and saw that the stop sign had four big characters written on it: Xijiang Farm.

The area is already on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by a petrol station and a few small restaurants, and further on, there is a large field of crops growing a variety of crops.

Nie Leng glanced at the nearby environment, remembered the road conditions here, and then followed the black arrow into a cement-paved road.

The concrete-paved road was strangely inserted into the farmland, splitting it in two.

Nie Leng walked along the concrete road, and after walking for about three kilometers, he stopped at the signal of the black arrow.

At this time, in front of Nie Leng's eyes, in front of him was a rural village covered with red bricks and mud houses, and some shirtless little children were running around in the entrance of the village.

"This is where the man lives?" A trace of doubt rose in Nie Leng's heart, this village didn't look like a place where the super strong lived, not only did it not have the slightest immortal energy, but at the same time, it was extremely backward, not at all like the place where the peerless powerhouse lived.

I saw that the black arrow was like a sharp arrow, and it shot into the void in an instant.

It was as if the world had been torn apart, and the scene of the backward countryside reflected in Nie Leng's eyes in front of him collapsed instantly. It disappeared like a fragment.

In Nie Leng's eyes, a towering mountain, misty clouds, green trees, and majestic mountains appeared in front of him.

The concrete road continued upwards and sank into the mountains.

"Enchantment! This should be an enchantment, right? To be able to open such a powerful barrier to envelop this area, the power of the master of this mountain is truly unfathomable. Nie Leng looked at this magical scene, and his heart was full of shock.

In the Book of Demons, there are also some records of enchantments, and many of them are very useful. For example, once the barrier is opened, ordinary people will unconsciously stay away from that place under the effect of that barrier. Phantom Enchantments allow people to see illusory sights, but they can't peek into the reality inside the enchantment.

Just as Nie Leng was looking at the high mountain shrouded by a powerful enchantment, without a sound, a cold and sharp dagger was placed on his neck, and a cold voice sounded in his ears, "Who are you?" What is the purpose of coming here? ”

"My name is Nie Leng, and I am a student in the fifth class of Xijiang No. 3 Middle School. I came here today in the hope of being able to worship the owner of this mountain as a teacher and practice physical arts! Nie Leng could clearly feel that the dagger owner exuded a strong killing intent, as long as he made the slightest move, he would be killed, and he didn't even dare to turn back, so as not to anger the dagger owner.

"Who told you about this place?" The owner of the dagger asked coldly, the sharp dagger had already cut through Nie Leng's neck, and a trace of blood flowed down from Nie Leng's neck.

"I found it myself!" Nie Leng, this is the second time that he is so close to death.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the owner of the dagger, and with a slight movement of his hand, he wanted to kill Nie Leng here.

An extremely cold feeling surged into Nie Leng's heart, and he almost stopped beating his heart, and he wanted to summon the demon book and urge the demon's power.

At this moment, from the top of the high mountain, a deep and incomparably deep voice came, "Qingyun, bring him up!" ”

The voice came from the top of the mountain, but it was so strange that even Nie Leng, who was at the foot of the mountain, could clearly hear this voice, as if someone was talking in his ear.

"Let's go!" The dagger that could easily take Nie Leng's life was removed from his neck, and a cold voice said.

Nie Leng turned his head and saw the man who was holding a dagger like a ghost and threatening his life.

It was a middle-aged man of about thirty-four or five years old, in his peak state, he was wearing a white samurai suit that was a little out of place with modern society, very different, his face was expressionless, his hands were empty, and the cold dagger that threatened Nie Leng's life was hidden somewhere.

"If you don't want to die, leave quickly, that adult's time is precious." The middle-aged man named Qingyun said lightly.

Nie Leng was silent and strode towards the top of the mountain.

The cement road winds and stretches to the top of the mountain, and the journey continues, and Nie Leng walked for a long time, sweating to the top of the mountain.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Nie Leng couldn't help but be shocked by the wealth of the owner of this place.

On top of the hill, there is a luxurious villa that occupies an extremely large area, including a swimming pool, a football field, a basketball court, a martial arts hall, an apron, a badminton court, a golf course, and many other buildings.

Although Xijiang is not as the first-tier city of the Celestial Empire as Yanjing and Shanghai, real estate development is also in full swing. Even in the suburbs, it takes a lot of money to get such a piece of land. In particular, the construction of the golf course requires more than 100 million yuan of funds to build one, and the annual maintenance cost is also a large amount.

Under the guidance of Qingyun, Nie Leng came to the martial arts hall.

In the martial arts hall, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, a burly figure, ** upper body, his body was full of explosive strength muscles, short black hair, a dense beard, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura, like a fierce beast, sitting in it.

As soon as Nie Leng came to the martial arts hall, the middle-aged man's eyes were fixed on him.

In an instant, Nie Leng sweat stood on end, his body seemed to be pressed by a mountain, his throat seemed to be pinched by someone's hand and he could barely breathe air, his heart was also beating continuously, and countless cold sweats poured out of his body. It was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying person, and just with a momentum, he could almost die.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man grinned.

"My name is Nie Leng!" All the strength of Nie Leng's body was resisting the coercion of the middle-aged man, gritting his teeth, and almost word by word.