"Father, he is the spy we found in the mountains, this person calls himself Qin Hou!"

Feng Ling'er said.

"Qin Hou?"

The old man in the horse coat frowned and spoke out in surprise.

"Elder Liu, what's wrong, don't you know this person?"

King Miao asked.

"The name of Qin Hou, Miao Zhai may not know, but in the martial arts world, he is the number one person who has been in the limelight recently."

"This person is the lord of Jiangdong, who has killed the boxing champion of the United States, and he is the number one person."

Elder Liu bowed respectfully.

He used to be the guard of the Shen family in the Xichuan Palace, and after the Shen family was baptized by the Tong family, he fled to the Lanmiao Village, which he had always befriended, and settled down here.

Pingsu is responsible for the contact between Dazhai and the outside world, and is deeply appreciated by Miao Zhuyang.

It is also the only Han person in Lanmiao Dazhai.

Elder Liu had only heard of Qin Yi's prestige, but he didn't know how old he was or what he looked like.

After all, he has been on the run for more than a year, and the news he got was only an occasional thing when he went down the mountain, so he didn't know Qin Yi.

"The King of Koto?"

"A hairy boy, without any martial arts aura, what ability can he have, and he dares to be the king!"

"I look at him, eighty percent of him is a spy of the Black Miao Ghost Moon Sect."

Elder Cheeks sneered.

"Elder Pan, I think that although this little brother has no cultivation, he is magnificent, and he doesn't look like a subordinate person!"

"Grandma Wu, what do you think?"

Feng Zhengyang looked at the thin old witch who didn't say a word.

Grandma Wu is the witch doctor of Lan Miao, who is good at the method of wishing for you, and cultivates to be comparable to a heavenly master.

In Lan Miao, in addition to Feng Zhengyang, the most respected figure is Feng Zhengyang, and he has to respect him a little.

The witch woman's cloudy eyes fell on Qin Yi's unfazed face, goosebumps on her face squeezed out a smile, and she said dryly: "If I want to return to the Blood Moon Valley, I'm afraid I have to rely on this Holy Lord!" ”

"Some time ago, my divination got a good omen, a saint entered the seedling, save my Miao people out of the water and fire!"

"It should be this Mr. Qin."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked.

No one dared to believe that this white-shirted scholar had the method to save Lan Miao and overcome the masters of the Black Miao Ghost Moon Sect and the Tong family.

But these words were spoken by the witches of the tribe, and the judgments of the witches have always been effective, almost like holy decrees.

Even if the wind is blowing, he will never dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

"I have no interest in being your saint, but if you can take me to the Blood Moon Valley to open the altar of the Holy Land, I may be able to help you."

Qin Yi smiled coldly.

"Hmph, that's not a small tone! The altar is heavy, how can you allow an outsider to trespass! ”

"Besides, now the altar is occupied by the Black Miao Ghost Moon Sect!"

"Black Miao Ghost Moon Sect Leader Qu Ao, his cultivation is amazing, the seven elders of my clan have joined forces, and they are not his opponents, how can you fight him."

Elder Pan snorted coldly.

Qin Yi glanced at it, there were only three elders left now, and it was expected that the other four were most likely killed in battle.

"It's not that he's too strong, it's that you're too unpopular!"

"I'm in this valley, and if you think you can come to me at any time."

Qin Yi smiled coldly and walked out of the walled building with his hands behind his back.

When everyone dispersed, Feng Zhengyang and Pan Yinshan stayed alone.

"King Miao, you don't really believe the witch's words and treat this kid as a saint, right?"

"I think he is a spy, sooner or later he will introduce the people of the Ghost Moon Sect into Dazhai, don't forget, once Ling'er ......"

Pan Yinshan said this, lowering his voice.

"I know, but witches have always been precise, and this boy is arrogant, but he is extraordinary."

"Our blue seedlings are now suppressed by the black seedlings, and people are not happy, so we can only survive here, but there is a slight opportunity, and we must fight for it."

"In this way, you let Pan Bao and Ling'er keep an eye on him and observe him for a few days before speaking."

Feng Zhengyang stroked his beard and sighed.

……

In the middle of the moon, Qin Yi sat cross-legged on the bluestone by the stream!

Jingle bells!

Feng Ling'er is like a fairy in the mountains, carrying a bamboo basket from the bend between the streams.

She would come to deliver food to Qin Yi every day, but she had never seen him move chopsticks.

As in the past, he doesn't like to talk, and he is lonely and cold, but the deep and mysterious temperament on his body makes people unconsciously want to get close to him and know all the secrets about him.

Feng Ling'er didn't bother him, quietly put down the bamboo basket, sat quietly aside, held his cheeks, and looked at him curiously.

I don't know why, she has an inexplicable trust in this handsome young man in white.

It was like a call from the bloodline!

She believed that this person was the saint who saved Lan Miao.

"Have you thought about it, are you going to the Blood Moon Valley to open the altar?"

Qin Yi slowly opened his eyes, rarely opened the basket, and ate the fragrant pot.

"Qin Yi, are you really the saint that the witch woman said?"

"I'm curious, why are you so interested in our Miao altar?"

Feng Ling'er blinked her eyes and asked curiously.

"Because it has what I need, your altar is a dojo left by the ancestral witch!"

"This is also the reason why the Tong family and the Ghost Moon Sect want to occupy it."

Qin Yi said indifferently.

The Bottomless Abyss is not a secret in the martial arts world, and many people know about its existence.

Qin Yi can use the map to crack it and find this place, and there will definitely be other people who will know about it.

After staying in the martial arts world for more than a year, Qin Yi knew that there were not many strange people in the martial arts world, and no matter what happened, it was reasonable.

While the two were chatting, Pan Bao and a few Miao youths rushed over violently.

"Qin Yi, I want to duel with you!"

Pan Bao pulled out his Miao knife and pointed it at Qin Yi, shouting angrily.

"Brother Pan, you're crazy, okay, why are you dueling?"

Feng Ling'er stood in front of Qin Yi and asked puzzled.

"Ling'er, you are the first beauty of our Lan Miao, who doesn't know that you and I are a natural pair."

"We used to have a good relationship, but since this kid came, I don't know what ecstasy soup I poured on you, and you ran to him every day."

"No, I, I'm going to duel him, whoever wins, you're whoever."

Pan Bao roared like an angry tiger.

"What's yours, his, Brother Pan, are you misunderstood."

"I just chatted with Qin Yi, and besides, who I like is my freedom!"

Feng Ling'er frowned, quite annoyed.

She and Pan Bao stay in Miao Village every day, like brothers and sisters, and they don't mean that at all.

And Qin Yi, who is lonely and delicate, only makes her feel curious, and there is no such thing as admiration.

"I don't care, today with him without me, with me without him!" Pan Bao said hatefully.

He is not a fool, Feng Ling'er looked at Qin Yi's gentle eyes, and he was affectionate, and he knew it as a man.

Feng Ling'er probably likes this kid!

Yes!

Pan Baomiao slashed at Qin Yi's face.

He is the son of Elder Pan Yinshan, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of internal refining, and he is definitely talented among the Miao people, and he is recognized by everyone as a warrior.

This knife is chopped down, whirring and windy, not to mention thousands of catties of strength.

(End of chapter)