Three days later, Northwest Road.

At this time, Qi Huan had already removed the green dragon mask on his face.

At this time, Qi Huan had a thick beard on his face, and he was wearing a heavy leather coat, completely constricting his breath, revealing his innate breath, carrying a big package on his back, and holding a heavy ring knife in his hand.

It seems to be a big man in the northwest, and now it is Qi Huan's mother, and she can't recognize this as her son for a while.

Besides, Qi Huan rarely traveled in the rivers and lakes, and there was no one who knew his identity.

The current dress, firstly, is to make himself conform to the temperament of the people of the northwest and not to look maverick, and secondly, wearing a green dragon mask is really conspicuous, and it is simply a target on the bright face.

Five days after Gongziyu and Wan Jiang agreed, Wangjiang Pavilion was in the middle of the pavilion, but Qi Huan came early, although Qi Huan was not too worried about Wan Jiang's tricks, but he always had to be on guard.

Wangjiang Pavilion, a famous place in the northwest province.

The so-called Wangjiang is the white river before the Wangjiang Pavilion.

The northwest was originally a bitter cold place, and the weather was hot and dry, but there was a white river that ran through the northwest.

Wangjiang Pavilion is located in the upper reaches of the Baijiang River, the scenery here is picturesque, there are warblers singing and swallow dancing, even the heroes of the northwest rarely come here to relax one or two, regulate the body and mind.

In the northwest, Wangjiang Pavilion is a place that can be compared with the land of Qinhuai in the south, Qinhuai has eight Yan, and there are four seasons flowers in Wangjiang Pavilion.

Although Qi Huan rushed to the northwest city two days in advance, he did not go to Wangjiang Pavilion, and found an inn next to Wangjiang Pavilion and lived on the third floor of the inn.

Condescendingly, Qi Huan can control the things around Wangjiang Pavilion, even if he really encounters an ambush, Qi Huan can leave calmly.

Upstairs, after eating the meal sent by Xiao Er, Qi Huan took out five copper coins and performed the calculation.

The magic of "acquired calculus", Qi Huan used to pinch his fingers, but later, Qi Huan gradually felt inconvenient, so he still borrowed King Wen's gossip copper coins.

Five copper coins made a hexagram, Qi Huan quietly deduced it, but it was good luck!

"It seems that this trip to Wangjiang has not encountered any danger!" Qi Huan muttered.

Of course, Qi Huan, who should be watching, will still pay attention to Qi Huan, Qi Huan is not looking at people by breath now, and if there is really a celestial man ambushing Qi Huan in Qi Huan's realm, he will not feel it.

But borrowing feng shui magic, Qi Huan can directly see the luck on people's heads, the breath can change, how can the luck be changed?

Those who can achieve celestial beings are all characters with great luck, and such people naturally can't hide Qi Huan's strange arts.

On the inn next to Wangjiang Pavilion, Qi Huan observed for two days, but he didn't find the slightest mistake, and at the same time, he didn't find that the qi on his head turned into a master of atmospheric luck with red-purple auspicious clouds.

In addition, the geologic feng shui of Wangjiang Pavilion is excellent, and it is indeed auspicious to match your own situation.

After calculating many times, there was no trace of danger, and Qi Huan gradually relaxed his heart.

At noon on the fifth day, Qi Huan saw an old man wearing the costume of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion from upstairs, and he was a Yang God cultivator.

Qi Huan looked at the luck on his head, although it was mysterious, but it had not yet reached the point of being able to achieve heaven and man.

In the evening, Qi Huan changed his appearance, wearing a southern Confucian robe and a green dragon mask, took out his saber from the package, and quietly lurked behind the old man.

"I'm going to get something, brought it?" Qi Huan said

The old man turned around and looked, and suddenly found a strange man wearing a green dragon mask, his pavilion master had already explained, this person was strong in force, moody, and should be polite to this person.

The old man suddenly bowed his hand slightly, and said, "But the first son of the Seven Dragons of the Blue Dragon Society!" ”

Under the mask of the Green Dragon, the man spoke: "No one from the Blue Dragon Society has dared to pretend yet!" What about my stuff? ”

When the old man heard Qi Huan's voice, he thought that what his pavilion master said was right, this person was indeed moody.

Immediately took out a long sword from the sword box on his back, and the old man held the sword and said: "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels. ”

It was a plain-looking sword, pitch black, narrow, ancient, and mysterious.

Qi Huan took the sword and said, "What is the name of this sword?" ”

The old man spoke: "Seven Dragon Head, this sword is nameless, it was made by a master craftsman of my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion thirty years ago using the cold iron outside the sky, it is the pinnacle of his life, but the sword has not met the Ming Lord, and has been shelved into a tall building, you are his first master." ”

Qi Huan opened his mouth and said: "Okay, nameless, this name is good, my Qinglong Society only has a code name and no name, and this sword is called nameless!" ”

When the old man heard Qi Huan's words, he was a little embarrassed, this name was too casual, and the person in front of him was really crazy.

……

In the extreme west of the Northwest Road, Qi Huan was still dressed in a Confucian suit at this time, wearing a green dragon mask, and at this time he was carrying a pitch-black long sword, which was nameless.

Now Qi Huan is going to do one thing, to open the sword for the sword!

This sword is already a sharp weapon in the world before drinking blood, and if it can kill people and sacrifice swords, this sword can add three percent of its power out of thin air.

The extreme west of the northwest province is still not the territory of the Great Zhou, and the people here are blonde and blue-eyed, claiming to be Rodins, completely different from the people of the Great Zhou.

Killing people and sacrificing swords, if there are not enough people, they naturally can't sacrifice swords.

A lonely city in the far west of the northwest province is more like an earthen wall than a city.

Along the way, Qi Huan saw the difficulty of the borderland, and what Qi Huan saw the most was vultures, and countless corpses were gnawed.

A young man in a torn cotton jacket with a scimitar slew a vulture, and was roasting meat.

Qi Huan, a young man, looked like he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pair of green eyes like a wolf.

Qi Huan walked to his side lightly and said, "Who are you?" ”

The young man glanced up at Qi Huan, not knowing what the masked weirdo wanted to ask.

still jumped out word by word: "You, want to rob, my meat?" ”

As he spoke, the young man showed a hideous look like a wolf, and held the scimitar in his hand tightly.

Qi Huan's voice became softer and softer, and he said, "No! I want to ask you, who are you, are you from the city? ”

The young man did not relax his vigilance, and still stared at Qi Huan with his eyes.

The boy spoke: "Yes, horse bandits, murderers, I, orphans." ”

Qi Huan thought it was Rodin, but he didn't expect it to be a horse bandit, Qi Huan continued to ask, "What's your name?" ”

The boy spoke: "Wild baby! ”

In the previous words, the young man stammered, but these two were very clear.

Qi Huan opened his mouth and said, "Then Yewa, are you willing to take me to find the horse bandits?" I avenge you. ”

Hearing Qi Huan's words, the young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately knelt down and said, "Revenge, revenge!" ”

Qi Huan directly picked up the young man and walked towards the boundary further west.