Hearing that Li Minghai was rescued safely, Qiao Xiaoyou breathed a sigh of relief, but her groggy head made her body weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, Qiao Beiting waved out a burst of energy with his big hand, instantly enveloping Qiao Xiaoyou's body.

Qiao Xiaoyou suddenly felt a clear stream of energy injected into her mind, making her feel a little better.

"Where is Qiao Sanchuan now?" Qiao Beiting asked coldly.

The Seven-Star Wolf Flower Poison is not trivial, it will directly invade the soul of the martial artist, even Qiao Beiting, who has reached the innate peak realm, has nothing to do.

"He has no antidote on him, so he can only go to Hell Street." Qiao Xiaoyou said.

"Then go to Hell Street." Qiao Beiting said.

Although a person who has been poisoned by the seven-star wolf flower has a three-day period, every day passes, the toxin will further invade and deteriorate, and if you wait until the third day to take the antidote, I am afraid that it will also leave irreversible sequelae.

"Third grandfather, he wants to go with us." Qiao Xiaoyou pointed at Chen Qingyang and said.

Qiao Beiting glanced at Chen Qingyang again, he was not blind, and he could naturally see that Qiao Xiaoyou had a different kind of affection for the young man in front of him.

"He can go with him, but I don't guarantee his safety." Qiao Beiting snorted coldly and said.

"Don't worry, senior, I can take care of myself." Chen Qingyang shrugged and said.

"I hope you go to Hell Street and have the confidence to say that." Qiao Beiting said lightly, then turned his gaze away from Chen Qingyang and stopped talking.

Qiao Xiaoyou glanced at Chen Qingyang embarrassedly, how could she not see that Qiao Beiting had an opinion on Chen Qingyang, maybe in Qiao Beiting's heart, Chen Qingyang was not worthy of Qiao Xiaoyou at all.

Chen Qingyang smiled and didn't mind, but Qiao Beiting's words obviously reminded Chen Qingyang as well.

Hell Street is definitely not an ordinary place.

"When are you leaving?" Chen Qingyang asked.

"I've told my family to send a master to come and take charge of the base, so you can leave at any time, but are you sure you don't want to take a look at your little girlfriend?" Qiao Xiaoyou looked at the direction of the base gate and asked.

"Forget it, it's still your business that matters now, and I'll see her again when I come back!" Chen Qingyang said.

"Let's go, let's fly over." Qiao Xiaoyou said.

The three of them then went to the tarmac above the base, got directly into the private plane, and flew in the direction of Hell Street.

For nearly two hours, the private jet slowly landed on a spacious parking field.

In addition to Chen Qingyang's plane, there were at least 20 private planes parked at the entire airport, and the pomp was very grand.

As soon as Chen Qingyang got off the plane, his eyes were immediately attracted by the two mountains in the distance.

These two mountain peaks are towering into the clouds, like two sharp swords soaring into the sky, between the mountains, the distance between the mountains is less than 100 meters, and the nearest place, Chen Qingyang can even jump over a leap.

And Hell Street is between these two peaks.

From a distance, a stone gate made of boulders came into Chen Qingyang's eyes, with four blood-red characters written crookedly on it.

Gates of Hell!

Behind the Gates of Hell is a street with no end in sight, lined with very old buildings, probably hundreds of years old, some of which are dilapidated.

Chen Qingyang imagined that Hell Street should be a place where there was no light underground, but he didn't expect it to be in such a remote mountain.

"Qingyang, follow us closely after entering Hell Street, don't touch things with your hands, and don't talk nonsense." Qiao Xiaoyou's voice suddenly became solemn and said.

"Is that an exaggeration?" Chen Qingyang asked in slight surprise.

He can understand that his hands should not touch things, but he can't talk nonsense, which is too exaggerated!

"If you don't want to die here, you'd better do what the little demon says, this place is not just called Hell Street, it may be the real hell." Qiao Beiting said coldly on the side.

Chen Qingyang's face sank slightly, and then nodded slightly.

Even strong people like Qiao Beiting are in awe of this hell street, and Chen Qingyang, a hairy boy, is still obediently holding his tail and being honest.

"Take it easy, as long as you follow the third grandfather, then it will be fine, let's go!" Qiao Xiaoyou said with a smile.

Immediately, the three of them quickly walked towards Hell Street, because this was between the two mountain peaks, the mountain wind was extremely fierce and fierce, whistling overhead, with bursts of piercing roars.

Before passing through the gate of hell, Chen Qingyang saw a stone statue standing next to the stone gate, even if it was exposed to the wind and sun and eroded by the years, the stone statue was still not damaged at all, and it even exuded an aura that made Chen Qingyang inexplicably awe.

"He is the founder of Hell Street, a legendary true powerhouse, but he is a taboo in Hell Street, and he must not be discussed at will, otherwise he will be besieged by the Hell Guards." Qiao Xiaoyou whispered.

The hell guards in Qiao's mouth are a group of masters who maintain order in Hell Street, they will not appear in everyone's sight at all on weekdays, but once there is turmoil in Hell Street, they will suppress everything by bloody means.

It is rumored that there was once a strong man at the peak of the Innate Peak Realm who broke the rules of Hell Street, and in less than a minute, he was besieged to death by a group of Hell Guards, and no one dared to make trouble on Hell Street again.

"He's still alive?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously.

"How is it possible, it was already a figure hundreds of years ago, no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to live until now." Qiao Xiaoyou said with a wry smile.

The lifespan limit of a martial artist in the Innate Great Perfection realm is two hundred years old, and it is rumored that the lifespan limit of a more powerful Divine Pill Realm martial artist is only three hundred years old.

But Hell Street has existed for nearly 500 years, and this strongman has long since turned into a handful of loess.

"That's it!" Qiao Beiting reminded on the side.

Qiao Xiaoyou secretly stuck out his tongue at Chen Qingyang, and then obediently closed his mouth.

Chen Qingyang was secretly shocked in his heart, this Hell Street seemed to be even more mysterious than he imagined.

After entering the gate of hell, Chen Qingyang and the others officially stepped into Hell Street.

As far as the eye can see, the bluestone streets are lined with all kinds of strange things, and the crowd is constantly walking and watching, but the whole street is quiet and terrifying, except for the occasional sound of discussion as thin as the sound of mosquitoes.

Even the stall owners who sell things sit or lie on the ground lazily, not worrying about not being able to sell their things.

This strange street made Chen Qingyang feel uncomfortable.

And the strange things on the stalls are mostly weapons, pills and medicinal materials, with a wide variety of varieties and dazzling, making people dizzy.

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