The fire burned under the high hill at the foot of the ghost mountain, the autumn wind blew away the autumn sun, and the earth repeated the darkness.

Tonight, there were no stars and no moon, Feng Yi sat by the fire, wearing poorly made animal skin clothes and trousers, holding a five-foot bone knife in his hand, and a large piece of roast meat on the blade.

"Without salt seasoning, this barbecue is really unpalatable. ”

Feng Yi swallowed the barbecue with difficulty, complaining again and again.

"That Xiao Wu is really, if you don't test it, you won't test it, and there's no need to leave my clothes and Xuanbao. ”

The complaint turned into a belly slander, and Feng Yi thought again: "It's just that I slept for so long? It was still a harsh winter before, and it was late autumn when I woke up." ”

The thought flickered, and after a while, the dissatisfaction was gone, "This immortal dragon body is really good, I have only succeeded in one turn, and I can actually rely on the power of my body to regret the third-order emperor devouring crocodile." If we wait for the next nine turns to be immortal, can we really live forever?"

It shouldn't be very possible, there are hundreds of millions of boundless mystical cultivators, and who can take that last step in the ages, break through the shackles of the extreme realm, and seek immortality?

Xuanxiu has a long road, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, so don't be too ambitious.

Feng Yi told himself, and thought again: "After refining the body, the essence and blood are also a lot thicker. ”

Essence blood is the root of his blood-burning secret technique and natal supernatural powers. He had experimented before, after using the Natal Divine Power and the Blood Burning Secret Technique to increase the combat power by six times, the stock of essence blood could support a blow at most.

And now, after a turn of refinement, the essence blood has increased by a full three times. Feng Yi estimated that if he increased his combat power by six times, the stock of essence blood should be able to support his three consecutive attacks.

Three moves are really great progress compared to one move, and I can't help but be happy.

Think again: "Now that the Great Compassion Fu has entered the second layer, the Vitality Evil Dragon that has been refined into the body no longer needs to be consumed. In the future, there is no need to reserve the Qi Replenishing Pill, but the Blood Replenishing Pill...... You have to hurry up and refine some more, and be prepared. ”

In the altar of Xiao Wu, on the outskirts of Yangzhou, Feng Yi once refined three second-grade blood tonic pills.

I ate one and there were two left. But now it's a blood tonic pill, and even the Xuan sac is gone.

He was helpless, but he could only be helpless.

I can't go back to the altar of Xiao Wu, and I want to go back to the Xuan Bag.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the wind moving, as if someone was coming.

Feng Yi hurriedly condensed his mind, got up and put out the fire, and hid his figure through the darkness, hiding behind a huge bluestone that was one person high.

"Qiu Daxia, here...... This is the foothills of Ghost Mountain, are we sure we want to spend the night here?"

The fire in the distant sky lit up, and a middle-aged man's voice full of fear, accompanied by the rumbling sound of cars and horses rolling on the road, rode the night wind and drilled into Feng Yi's ears.

"Hmm...... What about the ghost foothills? The ghost foothills of the present day are not as good as the ghost foothills of the past. Now in this three-hundred-mile realm, it is difficult for you to find a third-order demon beast. ”

It was a young man's voice, arrogant and full of conceit.

It's just that the distance is still far away, and there are dead forests blocking the view, and Feng Yi can't see the faces of the people who come clearly.

In the night breeze, I heard the middle-aged man's trembling voice as if he was saying something.

The arrogant young man suddenly became angry, and snorted: "Steward Zhou, what's the matter? You believe me, Qiu Ping, don't think I can keep your Zhou family's convoy safe?"

"Don't dare, don't dare! Qiu Daxia, you are a well-known bodyguard master in Taiping Town, and it is difficult for ordinary half-step Xuan Realm Xuan Xiu to beat you, and I will not doubt your ability. Just ......"

The group had stepped out of the dead woods into the flat wilderness of the foothills of the Ghost Mountain.

There were no less than 30 cars and horses. The guards accompanied him, about fifty people on the left and right. On the first two tall horses, there were two men, one middle and one young.

The middle-aged man with a rich face and a worried look in his eyes was none other than Steward Zhou.

The young man who called himself Qiu Ping was dressed in a blue cloth power suit, and ended at the back, holding a six-foot steel gun, majestic and majestic, quite like a high-roller in the rivers and lakes.

Hearing that Steward Zhou wanted to speak and stopped, the young man Qiu Ping kicked his eyes and said angrily: "Just what?"

The fat on Steward Zhou's face trembled suddenly, and he hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The speed of the convoy was not very fast, but it was not very far from the high post where Feng Yi was located.

After a while, he came to the high post. Qiu Ping grabbed a handful of night breeze, leaned in front of his nose and sniffed, his brows furrowed suddenly.

"What?" Steward Zhou looked nervous, staring at Qiu Ping all the time. Seeing his strange expression, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Qiu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "There is a smell of blood in the air. ”

"Blood...... The smell of blood?" Steward Zhou swallowed, his voice trembling.

Qiu Ping ignored him, raised his left hand lightly, and the dozens of guards protecting the car and goods behind him immediately beat their spirits, clenched the handle of the blade, and were on guard.

"Drive!"

Qiu Ping snorted lightly and drove the horse forward slowly.

Steward Zhou shouted in a low voice behind him: "Qiu Daxia......"

But before he shouted, he was interrupted by Qiu Ping waving his hand.

The black-maned steed walked to the fire, and the night breeze swept warm in his face.

Qiu Ping looked around, and at the same time listened carefully, but the mountains and wilderness were quiet, and there was no abnormal sound. Although the night was dark, there was no one there.

Qiu Ping frowned, thought about it, and shouted loudly: "Qiu Ping, a dart man in Xia Taiping Town, is now escorting the Zhou family's convoy back to Sanxuan City, and it is difficult to travel at night, so I came here to rest for a while." If you disturb your friends, please forgive me. ”

The mountains are lonely, only the sound of the wind is faint.

In the convoy, all the guards and Steward Zhou all raised their hearts to their throats, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Qiu calmly waited for a while, and when he saw that no one answered, he immediately started again: "Which way do friends go?

After the bluestone, Feng Yi hid with bated breath.

He knew that Qiu Ping was shouting for him to show up, but he never showed up.

As for the reason, because there is another person in the secret.

And that person's cultivation is not low, he doesn't show up, I don't know what kind of heart he has, Feng Yi is naturally not the first to appear.

"Qiu Daxia, isn't it a demon beast?" Steward Zhou was careful, rode his horse closer, and asked in a low voice.

Qiu Ping shook the steel gun obliquely, and lit the fire that had been extinguished in front of him, but there was still warm remains.

Although the night was deep, the torches held by the convoy guards were very bright, and Steward Zhou saw it clearly, and said in a trembling voice: "Maybe the passers-by have rested here, and now they are gone?"

Qiu Ping nodded, "It's possible." ”

After that, he looked at the thick darkness around again, and after seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he raised his hand and motioned to the guards to pull the horse cart and set up camp.

There was great strength in the crowd, and in a short time the tent was erected.

The fire is lit, and the aroma of barbecue is accompanied by the aroma of wine, which spreads out in the night breeze.

The guards drank wine and ate meat, talked and bragged, and they were not afraid at all.

Steward Zhou couldn't help frowning when he saw it in his eyes, "Brothers, you can't eat less wine when you're out than at home." After working hard for these two days, after returning to Sanxuan City, I will invite my brothers to eat and drink for three days, and I will not return if I am not drunk. ”

When the guards heard this, they nodded and said, "It's okay, let's eat less today." ”

Qiu Ping was not happy, and with a half-drunk drink, he shouted: "You are inevitably a little timid. I, Qiu Ping, have also made seventeen or eighteen darts trips, how can anything go wrong? Brothers, don't care if he is a mortal, and eat and drink by himself. I want to see if any unknown gangster dares to rob my Qiu Pinghu's dart. ”

After that, he raised his head and poured half a jar of old wine.

Shopkeeper Zhou had a headache, and said with a forehead: "It's not that I'm afraid of thieves, it's just that this place is close to the Lingwu Mountain Range after all, so if you encounter a demon beast, how can you do it?"

"Spirit Mist Mountains? hehe...... Lao Zhou, you are not a Xuan Xiu, you don't understand this. Today's Lingwu Mountain Range, like this ghost mountain foothills, is no longer what it used to be. After that ferocious cold wave last year, coupled with the mutation of the Xiaowu Altar, how could there be any high-level demon beasts inside? At most, there were some third-order demon beasts like the Emperor Devouring Crocodile, but they were all hidden in the depths of the mountain range, not daring to show their faces. I'm on the periphery, what are I afraid of, what am I worried about?"

Qiu Ping's drunkenness grew, and Shopkeeper Zhou dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

In the dark, Feng Yi watched the convoy and listened to the dark mountains and forests on the other side.

Suddenly, he heard something, and his brows froze.

In the dark mountain forest, a strong wind suddenly rolled up.

In the strong wind, a pitch-black figure floated out like a ghost, and after approaching the convoy, he poked out a pair of fleshy palms and attacked Qiu Ping.

Qiu Ping was drinking with others, how could he react? Suddenly, he was hit in the back of his spine and vomited blood.

"What the hell, who dares to sneak up on Lao Tzu. ”

Qiu Ping was also very good, after being injured in the middle palm, he rolled on the spot, and then bent his leg and swept back.

One leg swept over the pitch-black figure, forcing it back three steps.

Qiu Ping took advantage of the situation to get up, and with a pull of his right hand, the steel gun that was diagonally inserted on the side was already in his hand.

The gun is like a dragon, and the diameter is the front chest of the black shadow.

The black shadow flew with both hands, and the palm technique walked a swift path.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

More than ten palms in succession, blocking Qiu Ping's steel spear from the road, and the fight was inseparable.

Only then did the guards on the side react, and suddenly the wine was gone, and Huo Huo got up.

The swords came out together, and there was a shout, and they all rushed forward.

The so-called two fists are hard to defeat four hands, although the black shadow has the ability to fight with Qiu Ping, how can he protect himself under the siege of the guards? Helpless, he had to be stabbed in the left rib by Qiu Ping's steel spear, and forced back the guards who came to besiege and retreat.

Blood spilled in the night sky, splashed on the fire, unable to stand the scorching fire, and the "sizzling" sounded.

Qiu Ping took a deep breath of the air full of the smell of blood, forcibly pressed the palm power in his body, and held a mouthful of blood in his mouth, never spit it out.

He looked coldly at the person in front of him, but when he saw black clothes and black pants, black cloth wrapped in face, and although his eyebrows and eyes were exposed, he couldn't recognize who it was.

But thinking back carefully about Fang Gang's palm technique, Qiu Ping suddenly realized and exclaimed, "It's you?"

Under the protection of several guards, Shopkeeper Zhou hid aside and shivered. Hearing Qiu Ping's words, he subconsciously asked, "Qiu Daxia, who is he?"

"Hmph, a thief who picks flowers at night. In the spring of this year, I bumped into him when he was picking flowers in Sanxuan City, and picked his descendants on the spot. At that time, I saw that he was very remorseful, so I let him go, and I never thought that I would leave such a legacy behind. ”

Qiu Ping didn't go to see Steward Zhou, but just looked at the man in black coldly and reprimanded: "I knew that you were such a person, I really shouldn't have spared your life that day." ”

The man in black said with a smile: "The surname Qiu, although you didn't kill me, you destroyed my man's foundation, which is worse than killing me." Lao Tzu endured for half a year and finally found this opportunity. Today you don't want to leave this ghost foothills alive. ”

His tone was sharp and harsh.

After that, he looked around at the guards and Steward Zhou with cold eyes, and continued gloomily: "These ordinary people, and leave them for you to be buried!"

After finishing his words, he rushed to the group of guards with an arrow step, folded his palms, and opened a killing ring.

All the guards are only three or four layers of cultivation, how can they be the opponents of the man in black?

The screams became more and more intense, and in just a moment, more than a dozen people died under his palm.

Qiu Ping was furious, shook his steel gun, and shouted: "That little thief, Hugh is rampant! Lao Tzu Chunshang didn't kill you for a while, and today is just taking your dog's life." ”

The steel gun was lit, and the man in black knew that it was unstoppable, so he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.

In the dark, Feng Yi stared intently, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"How can this man's combat power be so inferior?"

The man in black came here one step ahead of Qiu Ping, and Feng Yi had already realized it. At that time, Feng Yi had paid attention to this person, smelled the energy emanating from his body, and speculated that he should at least be a late Xuan cultivator in the Xuan Realm.

A Xuan Xiu in the late stage of the Xuan Realm was watching by, his intentions were unknown, and Feng Yi naturally did not dare to show up carelessly.

But now it seems that the man in black can only tie with Qiu Ping, who has cultivated in the late stage of the Inner Rest Realm, and is slightly inferior

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be.

Feng Yi was puzzled, and suddenly heard a miserable scream of "ahh

looked at the battlefield, but saw that the man in black was picked by Qiu Ping again. The flesh of the back spine was ruptured, and blood flowed profusely.

The black cloth that wrapped his face fell, but he was a young man with white skin, and he looked quite handsome.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are ugly, and the eyes are gloomy, which gives people an intuitive impression that is not very good.

Blood was flowing, and the white-faced young man looked pained. The guards did not dare to approach, but Qiu Ping relied on his strong combat strength and rushed to attack with guns.

When Steward Zhou saw that the thief was injured, his confidence suddenly increased, and he shouted: "Good thief, do you know that I am the Zhou family of Sanxuancheng?

Qiu Ping also shouted in unison: "Miscellaneous, don't think that if you learn the sinister and treacherous palm technique all the way, you will be able to defeat me Qiu Ping." Today, I will teach you what it means to be truly strong. ”

A little cold comes first, like a dragon's spear later.

But the man in black only stood still, not dodging or dodging.

Steward Zhou looked happy and shouted, "Qiu Daxia, kill this thief and avenge the dead guard brothers." ”

The guards also echoed loudly, and some people praised Qiu Ping's marksmanship as superb, unparalleled in the world.

It's always a good feeling to be flattered, and it can make people ignore a lot of small changes that should be noticed.

Qiu Ping was arrogant, and his cane and gun poked sharply, but he didn't see that above the white face of the man in black, there was a thick black gas, steaming up like smoke.

"Disciple greets the ancestor!"

The man in black shouted loudly, and the black qi around his body was emanating, and the demonic intent was raging.

Feng Yi heard it clearly, and exclaimed: "Left Dao Devil." ”