In February, the snow was covered with snow under the ice city.

Hu Fengxue hugged a famous bewitching woman and drank sullen wine in front of the window.

"Han Yu! and that kid!"

Thinking of this, Hu Fengxue's face turned hideous, and he smashed the green jade and white bottle to pieces, and left angrily.

For more than 20 years, this is the first time he has been at the mercy of others.

Directly east of Pingcheng, a huge flat altar stands, on the dark red door plaque, there are three big characters "Wutan League".

Now it is the day of registration for the new martial arts, and the martial arts league is very lively inside and outside.

Wu She sat in a side hall, looking at everything outside.

At this time, a person came to meet outside the hall, and without saying a word, he sat on the wooden chair next to him, his face extremely ugly.

"What's the matter, Brother Fengxue, with a sad face!"

Seeing this, Wu She brought a pot of high-grade green tea, Hu Fengxue was his rare iron brother, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off.

"Wu Shao, that guy didn't do it for us!" Hu Fengxue picked up the tea bottle with a gloomy face.

Wu She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "You mean that instrumentalist?"

"Looks like I've taken in an apprentice!"

Hearing this, Wu Shi frowned, looked at Hu Fengxue's face was blue, and naturally he was flattened.

"The shelf is not small!"

Putting down the jade bottle, Wu She said in a deep voice: "Isn't Gongzi Yuwen quite compatible with the Axe Gang? Since the master doesn't appreciate his face, I'll kill him!"

"Humph!"

Hu Fengxue smiled gloomily and got up to leave.

......

A few days later, the blacksmith shop was surrounded by a crowd of people armed with iron axes and fierce faces.

At the head was a burly giant strong man named Raikin, the head of the Axe Gang.

"Boy, why are you?" a thin man recognized Mo Lanjiong.

"You know?" Han Yu said in a deep voice.

Mo Lanjiong didn't say a word, looking at the group of people in front of him, his face gloomy.

"Hmph! It's really a narrow road!" Mo Lanjiong smiled deeply.

"Boy, you're tired of being crooked, this isn't the Prison Mansion, no one saved you!" the thin man picked up the iron axe and walked towards Mo Lanjiong.

Hearing the three words of the Prison Tomb Mansion, Han Yu's face sank, and he secretly measured Mo Lanjiong.

......

Twenty years ago... Yangsang

"Report!" a hurried voice came from not far outside the hall, and the figure of a messenger gradually emerged.

"What's the matter, what is the fuss, don't you know that now is the time for the Prison Tomb Division to rest?" the palace guards shouted and stopped the messenger outside the palace.

"City Lord, something is wrong!" The messenger ignored the guards and shouted directly into the palace.

"Let him in!" Mo Yangsang lifted his belly and sat up with difficulty,

"The city... The city lord, since the early days ago, the yamen has sent people to investigate, but they have not found a single clue! There are many suspicious cases, and the people, the blocked yamen is impassable!"

"Huh?" Mo Lanjiong glared angrily at the messenger who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"Has the deceased been identified?"

"Back to the Prison Mausoleum Division, no... No, but the dead were all wounded by bullets!" the messenger shuddered.

Mo Yangsang's life is pedantic and erosive, his personality is violent, and he doesn't know how many officials who have disobeyed him have been executed in private, how can the messenger not be afraid?

"Inform the yamen, no matter what means are used, within three days to find out about this matter, otherwise you will come to see me with your head!"

"Yes!" beads of sweat soaked the Courier's garment, and he was about to exit the temple.

"Slow~" There was another majestic voice in the palace.

"Whoever preaches outside, behead!"

"Yes..." The messenger shuddered and hurriedly retreated.

......

Outside the yamen, the people were indignant and complained about the yamen's inaction.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and dozens of ironclad knights held halberds and surrounded the people.

"Don't move, what's the shouting!" a burly leader of the Iron Cavalry glared around as his halberd pointed at the unarmed people.

"Such a murder happened in the Yangsang realm, but the yamen was indifferent..."

"Shut up, you minions, you blocked the yamen, if you hadn't interfered with official business here, the result would have come out a long time ago, all of them will get out of here!"

"Your Excellency... You..."

Before the man could finish speaking, the leader of the Iron Cavalry rode up and stabbed the halberd into his chest, blood gushing out like a torrent, and the man died on the spot.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped!

"Does anyone have a proposal now?"

There was a sudden silence all around, and they looked at the bloody eyes in front of them in horror.

"Damn!"

Shout!

A fingernail-sized silver bead pierced the sky and flew towards the Iron Rider Leader.

The leader was defenseless, and in an instant slipped off his horse, and a bloody hole was pierced in his shoulder, and the blood flowed for a while.

"Ahh What kind of crumbs!"

The leader's face was bloodless and painful, and he tried his best to look behind him, and saw a young man in clothes walking out of the crowd, looking at him with a fierce face.

"Is that you?" the Iron Rider Leader frowned.

The young man was nearly seven feet tall, wearing a purple robe embroidered with green stripes, and his black hair fell down.

The leader of the Iron Cavalry recognized this young man, and it was rumored that he had been extremely perceptive since he was a child, and he was the proud disciple of Qianwuzi, a famous refiner in Tianhua Prefecture.

The purple-robed young man walked slowly towards the ironclad leader, and the ironclad knights around him held up their halberds and surrounded him one after another.

"Don't bother, I know what you have in your hands very well, maybe it will come from my hands!", the halberd gradually came, but the purple-clothed young man looked indifferent.

"Wait!" the Iron Rider Leader was startled, and looked sideways at the hole in his left arm that was bleeding, as if he had thought of something.

"Catch him!!" shouted the Iron Rider Leader.

"Hmph, it's time for Yangsang to teach you a lesson!"

The long halberd around him was overwhelmed, and the young man pointed at him calmly, his body was bowed, and he turned eight times in the air, and several thin needles appeared in his palm, and suddenly swung in all directions.

"Ahh

The fine needles came out of the bore, sinking deep into the stone slab, and the iron riders fell down, all crying bitterly.

"Oh no!

The young man was panicked, and galloped away, retreating hastily outside the city, and the people gave way one after another, and they all gasped.

"Dare to run, chase me!" the leader of the Iron Cavalry shouted at the remaining Iron Riders.

The iron horsemen looked at each other, at a loss, just a scene, everyone was frightened, and no one dared to move at this moment.

"*Yes!" the leader held his breath and said in a deep voice:

"Put those camels on and go home!"

......

The purple-clothed young man returned to a deep mountain in the north of Yangsang, and the master was already in love.

In the face of Master's rage, the young man was humble and did not say a word.

Young people make good use of bead needles and hidden weapons, but looking at Tianhua, there are very few people who can cast this thing, let alone use it. This time I went to Yangsang City, just to investigate the murder, but I didn't want to fall into it.

Late at night, a group of people stepped into the deep mountains, walked to the top, and came to a solemn courtyard, which was the location of the purple-clothed youth, Lingyun Peak.

The courtyard wall is surrounded by iron walls in all directions, and the heavy sword shadow is carved.

In the center of the courtyard, a huge garden iron platform rises from the ground, the table array is wrapped around each other, a floating stone sword is directly inserted into the center of the stage, and it is engraved with stars and floating slaughter, and it is full of majesty.

"Bring it out. There was a faint voice.

Outside the courtyard, on a towering ancient acacia, stood a famous silver-haired man, his face was like frost, wearing a brown feather cloak, under the moonlight, a pair of purple eyes glowed with a beveling color, looking at everything in the courtyard calmly.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the stone door outside the courtyard was closed, and a black-clothed warrior flipped in the air and entered the courtyard.

The purple-clothed young man sat in the courtyard with Qianwuzi, his eyes sharpened.

"Who is coming, why did you trespass on the forbidden land of my Qianfu?" Qianwuzi looked into the pool and said in a deep voice.

"Up!"

The black-clothed warrior didn't say a word, and the four sides fell together, holding a long silk nan stick in their hands, and flew towards the two.

"Hands-on. ”

Qian Wuzi let out a low shout, his palm condensed, and a golden sword shadow came out, exuding a strong and strong aura. Immediately grasped it with one palm and turned into a phantom.

"Ahh

"Ahh

......

There were wails in the courtyard, and more than a dozen people in black fell.

"Interesting!" The silver-haired man's mouth hooked, instantly turning into light and shadow, and disappearing into nothingness.

A dark wave fell from the sky, Qianwuzi's sword heart froze, and the dark wave smashed down, and Qianwuzi took a few steps back.

"Who are you?" Qianwuzi's eyebrows were furrowed, his face was dark, and the power of Fang Cai was clearly a realm that could only be achieved in the middle stage of refining and hunting.

"Prison Tomb Mansion Lu Wei, Zhuang Qiu. The silver-haired man said in a deep voice.

Qianwuzi's eyes were shocked, Zhuang Qiu was the first warrior of Yangsang, and there were countless bloody people under him, and he was a person from the town of Prison Tomb.