Yang Zhen allowed Yang Wanhao to be on Huo Mountain.

He said that he was a disciple of the pharaoh, and whether the pharaoh betrayed him at the beginning, Yang Zhen still can't be sure, so Yang Wanhao said that Yang Zhen, who is his senior brother according to his seniority, needs to take care of him a little.

…… For a long time after that, Yang Zhen was purified, and there was no longer this request to see him, and he wanted to buy a small Jiaolong from him.

Yang Zhen was able to meditate on the Sky Cliff to cultivate the Heavenly Frost Fist, although the progress became more and more profound with the moves, and the speed of cultivation was not as fast as the first few moves, but he had not encountered any bottlenecks, and successively practiced the fourth move Frost Snow Flying and the fifth move Frost Cold River.

In the afternoon of this day, Yang Zhen was practicing the sixth move of the Heavenly Frost Fist on the Sky Cliff, and Nangong Shaoqi and Nangong Qingyu suddenly came to the Sky Cliff together, their faces were a little solemn, and Xiao Shi and Zhong Shaokang also followed with solemn faces.

Yang Zhen hadn't seen Nangong Qingyu in the daytime for a long time, but he didn't expect her to go up the skyscraper cliff with Nangong Shaoqi in broad daylight today.

When Yang Zhen saw her figure, his brows furrowed slightly, and he subconsciously wondered how she was free to go online during the day today?

After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that today was Saturday and it was a day off.

"Master! Oh no, look! Shao Longkong asked someone to deliver the message. ”

As soon as he got up to the Sky Cliff, Nangong Shaoqi shouted.

Such a fuss naturally made Yang Zhen's brows furrow again.

"What letter?"

"Master, see for yourself!" Nangong Shaoqi handed a letter to Yang Zhen.

The letterhead was folded in half and inserted in the envelope. However, the seal was not sealed with fire paint.

On the envelope, five large characters were written with a brush: "To the Proud Heavenly Demon God".

The font dragon flies and the phoenix dances, just from the font, there is a kind of killing atmosphere.

There was no sealed envelope, could it be that Shao Longkong's purpose was to let the contents of this letter spread?

When Yang Zhen took the letter, this thought flashed in his heart.

Yang Zhen calmly pulled the envelope out of the envelope and opened it casually.

A few lines of calligraphy on the inside come into view.

"Within three days, release my righteous son Shao Xuefeng, and use a juvenile dragon as compensation for my righteous son, otherwise, I will lead the blood of all the people to wash your eagle claw gate. - Shao Longkong. ”

The time written on the letterhead shows that it is today.

Shao Longkong still had two days to think about Yang Zhen.

He actually knew that his righteous son Shao Xuefeng was imprisoned on Huo Mountain.

Yang Zhen didn't know how he knew.

Anyway, Shao Longkong's letterhead had already reached him.

With Shao Longkong's surname, he should do what he says, if Shao Xuefeng is not released within three days, Shao Longkong is likely to really lead people to kill Huoshan.

Yang Zhen wondered, where did he come from?

And led the crowd to wash the eagle claw gate?

Does he still have a large number of men?

"Master! Can we let go of Shao Xuefeng's kid? ”

As soon as Nangong Shaoqi waited for Yang Zhen to finish reading the words on the letterhead, he couldn't wait to ask Yang Zhen this question.

"What do you think?"

Yang Zhen seemed to ask Nangong Shaoqi very calmly.

Nangong Shaoqi, a guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, as soon as he heard Yang Zhen ask him this question, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, and his face turned a little red because of excitement.

"Of course not! Master! If Shao Longkong sends a message, we will listen to his words and let Shao Xuefeng's kid go, then who else in the rivers and lakes can look down on us in the future? If this matter gets out, how shameful will it be? Master! You say yes, right? ”

"What about you? Is that what you mean? ”

Yang Zhen, who was standing on the skyscraper cliff, glanced at Nangong Qingyu, Xiaoshi and Zhong Shaokang with slightly smiling eyes, and asked them this question as well.

"I agree with Shaoqi." Nangong Qingyu said so without hesitation.

After Xiao Shi and Zhong Shaokang hesitated slightly, they also nodded and echoed Nangong Shaoqi's opinion.

The opinions of the four disciples are the same.

Yang Zhen smiled indifferently and said, "Since you all think you shouldn't let it go, then don't let it go!" ”

That tone, as if he had decided like this, was really because of Nangong Shaoqi's opinion.

After Nangong Shaoqi and the others left, Yang Zhen used the communicator to make a few communications, and then continued to cultivate his Heavenly Frost Fist.

Shao Longkong's letterhead seemed to only have this effect on him.

…… The ancients often said that blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

The general meaning of this sentence is that lucky things rarely come one after another, but bad things always come one after another.

This statement, tested through generations, seems to be a truth.

Especially the latter sentence - Misfortune is not a single line.

Yang Zhen received Shao Longkong's letterhead here before the third day, just the second morning, Xiaoshi came to the Sky Cliff again to report to Yang Zhen.

"Master! A young woman and an old man had just come down the hill, claiming to be from Wanmei Villa......"

"Wanmei Villa? Which Wanmei Villa? ”

When he heard the words Wanmei Villa at first glance, Yang Zhen didn't immediately react to what kind of place it was. But he noticed the nervous look on Xiao Shi's face.

"Ximen's Wanmei Villa, Master! It's the Wanmei Villa that once blew snow at the West Gate. Xiao Shi explained to Yang Zhen while trying to use gestures to help explain, but he didn't think clearly about how to cooperate with gestures to talk about this matter, so the gestures he hurriedly made could only make people confused.

However, when he mentioned the words Ximen Blowing Snow, Yang Zhen already understood what Wanmei Villa represented.

His face couldn't help but change slightly.

Wanmei Villa...... The Wanmei Villa that once blew snow at the West Gate...... Ximen Blowing Snow is known as a generation of sword gods by martial arts fans.

All his life, he took kendo as his greatest pursuit.

At the top of Bauhinia, defeat the invincible Ye Gucheng in the world.

Now, although Ximen Blowing Snow has passed away for many years, the Wanmei Villa he left behind is resolutely standing in the martial arts.

Many martial arts people have subconsciously avoided Wanmei Villa, although no one has seen Wanmei Villa's swordsmanship for a long time, but its deterrent power is still pressed on the hearts of countless people.

"Did they say that they were from Wanmei Villa?"

Yang Zhen stopped the Heavenly Frost Fist that he was cultivating, and after a moment of silence, he asked Xiao Shi this question.

Xiao Shi subconsciously shook his head, but then added: "Master, they didn't say it. However, the old man was very respectful to the young woman and called her Miss Three. ”

"The third lady of Wanmei Villa?"

"Hmm."

Yang Zhen was silent again.

What do they want to see me?

Is it also for Xiao Jiao?

Didn't I let them announce that they had sold two Xiaojiao to Kunlun, and the remaining two would not be sold?

"Bring them up!"

Although he had doubts in his heart, although he didn't want to deal with the people of Wanmei Villa, Yang Zhen still asked Xiaoshi to get those two people.

Wanmei Villa is known as the Sword God Villa, which should not be underestimated. Before he knew their intentions, Yang Zhen didn't want to offend them so hastily.

About half an hour later, Little Stone led a young woman and an old man to the cliff.

The young woman was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was still jumping and jumping when she walked, wearing a long fiery red dress, and carrying a woman's thin sword inlaid with seven or eight precious stones of various colors.

looks very good, with shiny black hair, snow-like skin smooth and delicate, eyebrows and eyes smiling, and a round face with a little baby fat.

The old man who followed her, his sideburns were gray, his back was clumsy, but he was neatly tied, and he also held a long sword in his hand with thick knuckles.

However, his sword was not as fancy as the one in the young woman's hand.

The gray-white scabbard, which had already been held much thinner, showed that the sword had been following him for many years.

"You're the Aotian Demon God? Their doorman? ”

As soon as the little girl climbed the skyscraper cliff and saw Yang Zhen, she rushed out of her mouth to ask Yang Zhen this question.

The old man stood behind the little girl like a servant, his face wrinkled, and he just looked at the little girl in front of him kindly.

"Are you really from Wanmei Villa?"

Yang Zhen did not answer the little girl's question, but asked them about their identity.

From the moment he saw this little girl walking and jumping, Yang Zhen secretly suspected their identity, it is likely that the little girl made up an identity of Wanmei Villa in order to see him.

It's normal for such an old and lively surname to casually make up a few lies.

From elementary school to university, Yang Zhen has seen many female classmates like this, all of them are easier to tell lies than eating and drinking tea, and they come when they open their mouths, according to the changes in the expressions of the people who have been deceived by them, they can temporarily replace the lies they have told with another lie at any time.

"It's like a fake!"

The little girl casually answered Yang Zhen's question, and at the same time blinked her big black eyes around Yang Zhen, her eyes were full of curiosity.

seems to be looking at what is outstanding about Yang Zhen.

After some scrutiny, there was a clear look of disappointment in her eyes.

sighed: "Alas! So you're like that, you look ordinary! I haven't had a few handymen in my family yet, oh yes! I heard a few days ago that you recently got a few little dragons, hehe, that's a good thing that's hard to find! How about you send me one? Yes? Send me one, right? Okay, isn't it? ”

"Chirp...... Chirp ......"

As soon as the little girl talked about this topic, two small dragons suddenly chirped from the clay jar not far away.

The chirping sound is no stranger to Yang Zhen.

Whenever those two little Jiao were hungry, or when they were restless and didn't want to stay in that clay pot, they would chirp a few times like this.

Several times almost every day.

Yang Zhendu is used to it.

However, they actually screamed at this time.

Yang Zhen had only fed them not long ago, and they were chirping at this time, obviously because they were getting irritable in the clay pot again.

After all, Jiaolong is the king of the river, and it is normal to let them nest in that clay jar and often feel uncomfortable thinking about it.

It's just that they are really not the right time to call at this time.

(To be continued)