There was a low roar in the sky, and a huge whirlpool appeared in the clouds above, and the wind and rain were revolving rapidly around the whirlpool. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Accompanied by the howling of the hurricane, the long ropes connected between the peaks are drifting back and forth, the crunching sound is like an accompaniment, the ground of the iron and stone Pucheng on the mountain plank road makes a slight moan/groan, and the surrounding buildings occasionally shake, like grass and trees swaying in the wind.

The mountain gate is towering, and it is built of an unknown wood, which sways back and forth in the flowing wind, which is the flowing wind gate.

Looking down along the mountain gate, it is a winding cliff, extremely narrow, can only accommodate one person to pass through, like a cramped ditch, dozens of black shadows from the inside **** out, the body is like a spirit monkey, like a volley flying in mid-air, and as if galloping on the cliff, the speed is as fast as an arrow lost, and the air is full of "whooshing" arrow sounds.

They rushed behind the mountain gate, and soon stepped on long ropes hanging in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they turned several steep peaks to a towering pavilion, and then their bodies were volleyed into the pavilion through the window, and then they respectfully knelt down on one knee and bowed.

"What's wrong?"

Simple three words, simple inquiry, but it gives people a feeling like a knife cut on the body, this person is the master of the Liufeng Gate, Feng Ziyu, he is tall and slender, his breath is sharp and hard, standing there is like a sharp arrow.

He was six feet tall, and there was a strange color on his skin, sometimes gray and sometimes white, like the wind in the mountains, revealing a cold and murderous atmosphere.

Feng Ziyu's face is hard and mean, and the eyebrows, nose bridge, lips, and even facial lines seem to have been cut by a blade, sharp and cold, without the slightest soft arc.

Judging from the physiognomy of this kind of person, you can know that he is definitely a guy who walks in a cold and mean style, and every cell in his body is as cold as the wind, full of ubiquitous aggression.

"A group of people came down from the mountain, and the disciples asked, it was a few down-and-out heads, and there were also disciples of the sect, who were chased and killed all the way by the Qingyun Sect, and wanted to worship the sect in order to seek refuge!"

Before the words could land, another man with blood on his body rushed in, "Sect Master, the Wind Cave was attacked just now, 40 miles away, and all the attackers have been annihilated, but the disciples of the sect have also killed and injured nearly a thousand people... ”

The air seemed to freeze all of a sudden, the airflow stopped fluctuating, and the two men looked at each other, and then their eyes became cold at the same time.

Feng Ziyu glanced at the two of them, and suddenly "hehe" sneered, and said coldly: "Who is the attacker?" ”

"I didn't say it, but it seems that they are chasing someone to crash in, so unreasonable, the people who saw us killed without asking a word, but unfortunately, it was a group of self-defeating guys, and they were killed by their disciples."

Feng Ziyu stood quietly in place, a circle of wind blades suddenly swung around him, and his eyes looked through the pavilion at the endless Gangfeng outside, "The good wind relies on its strength to send me to the clouds!" ”

The air was suddenly filled with a cold indignation, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the two disciples, and their foreheads were on the ground, and then a cold voice echoed above their heads like a knife like the wind: "There is one less faction of the five factions, then it is a big competition of the four factions, go and inform the Wood Trace Valley and the Ice Red Sect... ”

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Qingyun Sect is also covered by wind and rain!

The rain washed all the way from the top of the mountain, clattered over the peaks, spread to the mountainside, and then slowly flowed to the foot of the mountain, gathering at the foot of the mountain like a lake just above the ankle, and then slowly penetrating into the ground.

It was daylight now, but the sky was still gloomy, and the black and oppressive clouds did not dissipate at all, Qin Hao stood on the back mountain, raised his head, and could see the overturned rain falling down like a pillar.

Strange-shaped trees, large pieces of leaves were blown by the rain and wind, Qin Hao put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the rain curtain and said lightly: "Flowing Demon Ancient Bottle, have you found it?" ”

Tian Tian stood behind him and looked up at the sky as well, "I have already checked, and there are a total of 113 bottle-shaped objects that have been picked out from the Demon Cloud Sect that are still well preserved, and none of them match the description of the Tai Immortal. ”

"That's not it!"

Qin Hao's expression was not surprised, he turned around slightly, and there were some bottles and cans neatly placed on the ground behind him, with different colors and shapes, and the rain hitting them made a clanging sound like jade or metal.

Qin Hao stomped his feet hard, and the soil within 50 meters seemed to rise and fall as if the tide was rising and falling, and in a moment, the black muddy "giant wave" slapped down fiercely.

Click... Click...

The sound of cracked bottles, the sound of metal deformation, and some strange sounds, the mud and sand receded, revealing a crooked piece of bottles and cans, strictly speaking, a 104 damaged wreckage, and 9 bottles and cans soaked in the mud, which were quickly washed away by the rain.

A simple and crude screening method, if there really is a Flowing Demon Ancient Bottle, then first of all, it must not be a fragile item.

The writing wheel rotated faintly, and Qin Hao swept the remaining nine bottles at a glance, and the shape, specification, color, and texture of each bottle were clearly "entered" into his mind.

"Sure enough, no, then it seems that it shouldn't be in the stolen batch of things." Qin Hao made an accurate guess, his eyes flickered slightly, and he came up with an answer in his heart: "The most likely thing is that it is in the hands of that guy, and the body of that guy was not found in the back, did he pick it up from the ancient relics of Guangcheng and run away... It's really, people have nothing to say. ”

"What's that guy's name?" Qin Hao asked lightly.

Tian Tian's eyebrows were raised, a faint line (scar) on her face was slightly twisted, and she said coldly: "Feng Seventeen, the fifth true legend of the Demon Cloud Sect, we didn't find his body, it should be still alive, is the sect master suspicious?" ”

"Since the Tai Immortal said that the thing is related to the Demon Cloud Sect, since the Demon Cloud Sect has been destroyed, that thing came out of the Guangcheng Ancient Relic... Qin Hao explained casually, and then said: "Go, arrange someone to look for it, it doesn't matter if you find it or not, you must let the Taixian know that we are still looking for it." ”

The implication is that Qin Hao doesn't care whether the deal with the Taixian is successful or not, he just wants to put on a posture that I am indeed sincere in making a deal, as for whether the other party believes it or not, he actually doesn't care, who told him to hold the Tangtai Ming in his hand.

A picture flashed in Qin Hao's mind, his face turned cold, he waved his hand, stepped out with one foot and rushed out, stepping on the rain and shooting into the dark forest.