Bamboo Forest Official Road.

Just a quarter of an hour after Qin Di and his party left, a group of people came from the east, and an old man in the lead waved his hand from a distance to signal everyone to stop.

After the horse team stopped, the old man dismounted and picked up a black stick, and after walking forward for a while with one foot deep and one foot shallow, he turned around and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and shouted, "Young master, come down and take a look!"

Behind, a young man in a guard suit dismounted a little reluctantly when he heard this, carrying a brass-colored stick and walking towards the lame old man.

The other guards immediately scattered their horses, forming a large protective ring that enclosed this section of the road.

"Lao Chen, these traces have been cleaned, what's so beautiful?"

The young man saw that although there were traces of turning on the road, it had been filled in and smoothed at this time, and he was even more uninterested, "Why don't we go back directly! ”

The lame old Chen smiled, and the head of the stick in his hand turned with a whirlwind, and the newly filled soil in the pit was immediately swept into the bamboo forest on the side of the road, "The group of soldiers and bandits in Zhennan Wangfu know how to deal with traces, just this mess, there are still a lot of things that can be seen." ”

In order to protect the traces of this place from being destroyed by others, Shangshufu arranged manpower on both sides of the road yesterday, otherwise there would be no one else to come and go all day on a small official road.

This work has already been done, how can you not watch it now!

The lame old Chen used the stick in his hand to point to the two small deep pits in the pit and said:

"Young master, look at this. These two places are abnormally hard and abnormally hard, but the area is not as large as the footprints, and judging from the vague palm prints in front of them, it is obvious that the person is kneeling on the ground. ”

"What does this mean?"

The lame old Chen walked forward a few feet, and the stick was thrust into the ground, shaking countless dirt away.

"Shaoye, you can understand this group of deep and shallow footprints. ”

The young man rolled his eyes, turned the stick on his shoulder around his neck, turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest, "Lao Chen, you can just look at it, just tell me later." ”

"Both of them are actually holding back the bad masters!"

The lame old Chen didn't care when he heard this, smiled at the footprints with his yellow teeth, and continued to go back and forth on the road, and from time to time he walked to the bamboo forest on the side to explore.....

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Half a moment later.

The lame old Chen showed a satisfied look after stopping, and summoned a guard to instruct: "After turning over all this section of the road, pave and compact." ”

The guard nodded in agreement, and immediately called more people, pulled out their waist knives and began to shovel the ground. The cold and flickering waist knife is the best among ordinary soldiers at a glance, which is enough to provoke the eyes of the good hands in the rivers and lakes, but now it is not as good as a hoe.....

After the lame old Chen took a look, he walked unhurriedly to the young man in the bamboo forest, and preached to the young man who was bored to the point of napping:

"Young master, I have already finished exploring. ”

The young man opened his misty eyes and said weakly: "Then tell me, what have you seen!"

The lame old Chen nodded, and immediately said: "According to my inference from the traces left, the strength of both of them should have reached the realm of unity, and one of them is still a demon cultivator.

Although there are two worshippers in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, the kid of the Wu family does not have the approval of Wu Shangshu, so he can't move the two old men at all. And as far as I know, those two worshippers are not demon cultivators, so they are not the hands of those two worshippers. ”

"Hmm!"

Hearing this, the young man came to his senses and asked suspiciously: "Old Chen, do you mean that Wu Liang's waste actually received a demon cultivator from the Guiyi Realm?"

"Yes, young master. ”

The lame old man Chen bared his yellow teeth and said, "But judging from the traces at the scene, that demon cultivator has been killed by the young master's senior brother. ”

"Senior brother in the future. The boy added.

The lame old Chen smiled, he agreed with his young master's point of view, and continued: "Why don't you have many demon cultivators in Tan Kingdom, and there are only a handful of demon cultivators in the Guiyi Realm, and the person who died should be Song Renqing, who is wanted by the Three Kingdoms." ”

Demon cultivator Song Renqing's name, the young man had also heard of one or two, and now that this person died so easily, he was very confused: "Old Chen, how old is my future senior brother?"

"It's impossible to find out the exact age. But according to what Her Royal Highness the Princess said, young master, you, the future senior brother, must not be thirty years old. ”

More than twenty monks of the One Realm are excellent, but they are not very outstanding!

The young man thought for a while and asked directly, "Lao Chen, do you think my future senior brother is powerful?"

"Amazing, very powerful, when a generation of pride. ”

"What!"

"Lao Chen, frame me!" the young man jumped up from under the bamboo and asked with a suspicious expression: "It's just a demon cultivator who has killed a Guiyi Realm, do you give him such a high evaluation?"

"Originally, it wouldn't be like that, but Song Renqing is not an ordinary demon cultivator, he is an outcast of the Southern Heavenly Demon Sect. ”

When the young man heard this, he said disdainfully: "There is not even a personal fairyland, it is claimed that there is a bird in Zongzitou Mountain Gate, and it is not an embroidered pillow." ”

Regarding the matter of the Heavenly Demon Sect pulling the tiger's skin, the lame old Chen didn't want to say anything, he told some more secret news.

"Song Renqing is different from other demon cultivators, he is in the late stage of the Returning to the One Realm, and he has killed more than one celestial phenomenon. ”

"Celestial phenomena?"

The young man's voice was raised a few notches in time, and he looked at the lame old Chen dumbfounded, "It's really fake, can the realm of returning to the same realm kill the celestial phenomena?"

The celestial realm is the existence of the bridge of heaven and earth, which can use the power of heaven and earth for its own use, and oppress people with the great power of heaven and earth. The monks of this realm correspond to the demon clan is the demon saint, and that is because this realm is also known as the realm of transcendent sanctification.

How could such a character be killed by Song Renqing?

"It's true. ”

The lame old Chen smiled, "The secret technique of the exercises, the more difficult it is to cultivate, the greater the power, and with the assistance of magic weapons and other assistance, it is not too difficult to cross the border to kill people." ”

"Then you can see it, my teacher..... Future Senior Brother, how did he kill Song Renqing?"

The lame old Chen nodded, "The other party uses a formation, which has a bit of traces of a gossip array, but it is a little different." ”

The formation of the world is based on gossip, which is the foundation and comparable to the ceiling.

The boy had studied the formation, but after losing a lot of hair and not getting started, he never dared to touch those nerve-wracking things again.

Thinking of this, the young man asked, "Lao Chen, what do you mean is that my future senior brother not only has the cultivation of the One Realm, but is also very powerful in the formation. ”

"The formation must have reached the grandmaster level, so that's why I said that this person is Tianjiao!"

"......!" the boy was speechless.

The lame old Chen glanced back at the road that had been renovated, "Young Master, we can go back." ”

The young man was overjoyed when he heard this, and walked towards the horse with his stick on his shoulder.

The lame old man who followed behind stabbed the stick in his hand into the ground when he started, and a small piece of paper under the dead leaves suddenly turned into ashes.

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