Heyucheng is located in the south of the eastern border of Duyang, only a few hundred miles away from the country, and it is an important place for the throat.

The outskirts of the city are more than 70 miles away, and the mountains stretch out to form a natural barrier. The mountain road twists and turns, and the giant trees stand in the sky.

A few good horses swept up the thunder, swept away the wind and dust, and roared past.

Li Qiyuan, Feng Feng and others have not stopped, and they have been galloping for more than a day, and they can vaguely see the mountains like several layers of white yarn spun in the distance.

During this day, Fu Qing was occasionally awake, but most of them closed his eyes and fell asleep. Excessive blood loss taught her inner weakness, and the bumps in the road taught her to toss and turn and couldn't sleep.

Frightened Feng was extremely worried about Fu Qing's body, and every time she proposed to rest for a while, she refused. Not only that, but even the rocky mountain road is also pointed out by her, just to get to the Foggy Valley as soon as possible.

Although her blood was enough for that person to last for three days, her life was at stake, and even if she had hatred in her heart, she didn't want to let that person die at her hands because of a moment's difference.

"Miss Qing'er, Foggy Hollow has arrived."

The wind stopped and obeyed her command, and whispered.

Since that day when Fu Qingshe sacrificed blood to save people, the attitude of the frightening wind seems to have brought great respect. Even if he leads the way and recognizes the way, he is still sick, but he still has no mistakes, and he has to be convinced.

The frightened words came into Fu Qing's ears, her eyelids moved slightly, and after a while, she slowly opened her eyes.

The eyes that were originally clear and floating and water-colored were terrifyingly red at this time if they were soaked in the red blood pool for three days and three nights. And the frost-like face made Fu Qing have a hint of evil intent, like a bloodthirsty demon born of cannibal spirit!

Even Li Qiyuan, who is accustomed to seeing the bloody rain on the battlefield, can't help but be shocked!

"Miss Qing'er! You..."

At this time, the frightening wind turned over and dismounted, stretched out his hand, and planned to bring down Fu Qing, who was riding with him. When he saw the man on the horse, he was also surprised,

"Miss Qing'er!"

With a cold side face stained with wind and frost, and bloodstained red eyes, where is this woman still the shadow of the delicate little girl who is protected by the second young man in the palm of her hand?

"I'm fine."

Fu Qing dismounted with the force of the frightened wind, waved his hand, and replied indifferently, while walking away into the thick fog. Li Qiyuan and Storm Eye were worried, and quickly followed, protecting her from left to right without leaving an inch.

A few people entered the mist, and between the mist and the mist, it seemed to have spirituality, becoming more and more dense and meticulous, like an overwhelming net, wrapping several people.

"The vast hazy veil can cover the sky, and the illusionary world cannot be discerned." Fu Qing glanced at both sides, Li Qiyuan and Shocking Wind had disappeared without a trace, so he raised his voice slightly and shouted, "Broken old man, stop playing." ”

As soon as the words fell, a faint light appeared in front of Fu Qing's eyes, and the shadows were so large that he could distinguish a lean figure, fluttering at that end, and the pigtails on his head were swaying, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Stinky girl, you are still willing to come back!"

Fu Qing has been gone for more than half a year, suffered some hardships, touched some walls, but the perseverance that can be faked outside, after listening to this familiar feint, the tip of his nose is sour, and the thousands of grievances he has suffered burst and surged, blocking his heart and mouth, and even spitting out a word has a broken cry.

"Daddy."

"Cry what cry! Your dad and I aren't dead yet! The thin old man with white beard and white hair jumped twice on the spot, and then blinked, and was already standing in front of Fu Qing. Grabbed her and looked at it carefully, at this glance, her eyes turned red, her eyebrows rose, and she said a little angrily, "I let you go down the mountain, and you just do this to yourself?" ”

"Daddy..."

Fu Qing stammered, his eyes blinked, and tears poured down his eyes. It is said that tears are the coldest, but when the tears crossed the cold face, it made her feel a trace of warmth that she had not felt for a long time.

"Silly girl!"

The old man was stuck in his throat, and he smacked his mouth a few times, but he couldn't say anything harsh.

said that Li Qiyuan and the frightening wind, although the skills of the two are not famous all over the world, they are also praised.

But the fog in this valley is like a maze, Rao is a five-point smarter ear and eye than ordinary people, and in this fog, he can't hear clearly or see clearly.

After a while, the fog became thicker and thicker, and when the two came back to their senses, they were still in place, but the weak green shadow was gone!

"Miss Qing'er, where are you!"

"Miss Qing'er!"

The two of them were anxious, but they felt powerless. If this obstacle is impregnable, even if the two of them fight hard, they have to give it a try. It's just that, it's this invisible and seamless thing that teaches people to despair.

I don't know how long I was trapped, but the uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense, and I almost wanted to go crazy.

The second young man is sick on the couch, the young lady is nowhere to be seen, but he is trapped in this evil fog, and he doesn't know what day and night, how should this be? How to be good!

"Ahh

The frightened wind only felt that the qi and blood in his body were churning, and he couldn't help but raise his head and roar, and his throat was fishy, and he was about to vomit blood.

"Shocking Wind!"

Li Qiyuan flipped his palm and hurriedly gave him some true qi. Wouldn't it be even worse if one more person fell in this desperate situation?

"Where's the mad monkey!" A gray robe flashed in front of the two of them, raised his eyebrows, and shouted, "What are you shouting in my valley!" ”

Li Qiyuan saw that the frightened aura had stabilized a little, so he hugged his fists and said apologetically,

"My little brother is anxious, worried in his heart, disturbed the seniors, I hope you have a lot, don't worry about the juniors."

"Humph!"

Although Fu Cang had a slight anger in his eyes, he didn't look down on these two juniors, and he didn't want to lower his body to worry about them.

With a wave of his robe, he trapped Li Qiyuan and the others, and the abrasive mist that they couldn't get out of dissipated cleanly.

It's as if the invisible shackles never existed.

When Li Qiyuan and Feng Feng saw this method, their faces couldn't help but be shocked, their eyes suddenly became vigilant, and their hands were secretly placed on the scabbard.

"You swords and swords, don't compare in front of the old man," Fu Cangji sneered disdainfully and sneered, "If you make the old man unhappy, I will bury you all on the spot." ”

The frightening wind was silent for a long time, and suddenly said respectfully.

"The old man's skills are profound, in this foggy valley, a person with such strength, presumably only the Master of the Spirit Mist."

"You've got a bit of eyesight."

At first glance, he is complimenting him for his good eyesight. But Fu Cang's eyes looked at the two of them, clearly blaming them for being stupid.

Knowing that it was Jiang Congao's master, the two of them didn't dare to make a mistake. The frightening wind lowered his head more and more respectfully, and asked,

"Dare to ask the Venerable Master, is Miss Qing'er okay?"

"She's back home, she's already rested!" Fu Cang's long eyebrows raised, only to feel that they talked a lot, and they looked extremely impatient. "Alright, take this thing with you, get out of here!"

The remnant of Youbi ejected over, tearing the wind and hunting, Li Qiyuan hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch it, and the gadget was in the palm of his hand. But who would have expected that the porcelain vase the size of a jade cup would shock him numbly!

"This thing can save that kid from Funing's life." Speaking of this, Fu Cang's expression was a little gloomy, and his face seemed to be covered by dark clouds, "But let him stay away from Lao Tzu's daughter, and next time, don't blame me for not thinking about the master-apprentice relationship!" ”