Go up to the rugged cliff plank road, you can see the towering cloud peaks rising from the sky, like a sword forest and a sea of swords, rising from the ground.

Candle Scale Cliff, where the Sword Pavilion is located, is steep and strange, and there is a hidden sword aura that soars into the sky, and the image of slaughter. The mountain is extremely steep, and the plank road that stretches and twists up is deeply embedded in the cliff with the broken sword of the remnant soldiers, connecting to the top of the cliff, the cliff is shining, green and smoking;

Although the top of the cliff is wonderful, the lone vulture can not fly, but it is quite wide, as if dotted in a clear spring between the peaks and forests and convex valleys, ten miles in a square circle, the elegant building of the carved eaves and the phoenix is covered, the clouds and mist are full of protruding pavilions, the flying tile red bricks, there are two places outside the cliff that are close to the sword peaks standing, the green bamboo becomes yin, the rock wall protrudes.

Two mottled iron chains between the sword peaks go straight through the peak, the left peak is engraved with three majestic characters of the candle scale cliff, there is a faint majesty, which makes people's hearts shocked, and the candle scale mountain gate built by a famous craftsman stands in front of the peak, full of domineering.

Looking at the majestic and magnificent scenery, it is inevitable that the mind is open-minded, and it is expected to break the trend of thousands of peaks and mountains.

"The Candle Scale Cliff is really a good place to practice, even the dense aura between the remnant peaks and cliffs is also a few layers thicker than that of Nancheng. Yan Wuyi stared at it, couldn't help but sigh secretly, took a breath of refreshing air, and felt this inadvertent moisturization in the meridians in his body, and he was a little ready to move.

With the disciples of the left family through the mountain gate, it is a steep and dangerous cliff that rises to the sky, the clouds and mist can not hide the spirit of the flying cliff, and the cliffs are built layer upon layer, and the magnificent buildings that rise next to the cliffs make people yearn for it.

Looking up at the candle scale cliff, the spirit is endless, the mountain path on it winds and turns, there is a waterfall about 20 zhang wide straight down, like a fairyland, the bottom of the valley is cross-flowing, like the nine days of the ribbon falling from the clouds, the sound is like thunder, the water mist is rising.

There is no bottom under the cliff, only the waves of the waterfall that are tumbling and tumbling, like a galloping horse splashing and flying.

"What fools who have never seen the world, let's go, don't delay the master's errand. ”

The black-faced martial artist who chattered all the way saw that a few people were fascinated, and hurriedly urged with disgust, but he was also curious in his heart, although he had also practiced outside the Luojia for two or three years, he had never been in close contact with the Candlescale Cliff, after all, the martial artists who could practice here were all real elite disciples of the Luojia, and there were many great sword masters who were closed here, and the aura was strong, and wanting to practice in it was tantamount to ascending to the sky for him.

The group did not go to the place of the Thousand Peaks of Candle Scales, but went east through several steep cliffs, stepped on the iron lock road, and went around and around over the many cloud peaks, before they came to a place with completely different scenery.

At this time, Yan Wuyi found that everyone was in a deep valley, surrounded by dead trees and grass, sparse people and insect diseases, which was very different from the previous elephant, and the dark and damp breath spread to people's noses, which made people feel a little suffocated, and there seemed to be some kind of panicked strange phenomenon in the valley under the cliff.

"The candle scale cliff hangs high in the sky, there is a flying stream straight down but there is no deep valley bottom river surging, this place is weird and tight. Yan Wuyi raised a little vigilance, looked up, the majesty of the candle scale cliff was staring in the sky, although it was not as clear as what he saw when he first entered the mountain gate, but he could also see the cliff and waterfall, and the group went around and around, but came to the bottom of the cliff.

"I'm cold, this place is really not for people. The black and strong young man on the side tightened his shabby cotton jacket, his rough hands were red, wiped his face that was blown by the wind at the bottom of the valley and his snot and tears flowed, and looked at Yan Wuyi who was looking around curiously.

"Yan Wuyi, you said that we can mine the spiritual veins in this ghost place, can we get out alive?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get out alive. Yan Wuyi replied in a casual whisper, and followed the disciples of the Outer Sect of the Fallen Family to the bottom of the cliff.

The two met on the road, this young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old was also born in poverty like himself, his strong muscles could not withstand the cold at the bottom, and his body of more than nine feet trembled slightly, although his head sometimes seemed stupid, but he was honest and honest, and he had no scheming for Yan Wuyi.

"I can't die, I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet. The young man seemed to be muttering to himself.

Yan Wuyi was speechless for a while, this sturdy young man is called Yan Zhen, his ancestors have lived in Fishbone Town in the outer city of Changxia for generations, his father and mother all died in the last monster riot, he survived by luck, and has been living with his second uncle.

Seeing that this kid's food is getting bigger and bigger, his second uncle is miserable, and he found him a job as a coolie in Changming Street in Nancheng, but he met a foreman who made things difficult for him everywhere, not to mention deducting wages, and beating him three or four times......

"Hurry up, grind and chirp!"

The warrior behind Yan Zhen seemed to hear him talking to himself, and gave him a whip on his ass with a mocking face, which made him scream in pain, and hurriedly kept up with Yan Wuyi's pace.

Walked seven or eight miles at the bottom of this valley, and finally came to a place full of dwellings, and there were more warriors guarding the house, from the outside, this place seemed to have reached the deepest place at the bottom of the valley, looking up, there were cliffs rising from the ground, convex rocks on the peaks, a lush forest and thick accumulation of snow, naturally covering the top, making the light under it quite dim, as if in the underground, an extremely depressing feeling hit.

The dwellings were also very simple, most of the dilapidated wooden houses that could accommodate four or five people, dense layers, stretching all the way out, and the hard stone walls on both sides also carved out many stone caves high, which were much cleaner than the wooden houses.

The black-faced warrior took a few people to write the construction period of the crime book, and when the other party confirmed that it was correct, he left in a hurry, avoiding this place.

Yan Wuyi and the six of them waited on the side for two or three moments, and there were warriors who came one after another, and seventy or eighty people had gathered in a short time, with different appearances. There were Mang slaves from outside the territory, all of them ten feet long, with thick waists and broad shoulders, and they looked hideous like humanoid beasts, but their limbs were bound by heavy iron chains; there were barbarians captured from the north, all of them were red-eyed and white-bearded, although they were small, but their eyes were full of fierceness, and more of them were criminals brought from the six cities of Beizhen, and many of them were three-vein warriors.

"Stand honestly, don't look around for Lao Tzu. ”

When everyone stood up under the push of a group of warriors, a big man with a square face and thick eyebrows shouted fiercely, this person was wrapped in a thick robe, stepped on long boots, held a stick in his hand, and glared at everyone viciously, his breath was obscure, making it difficult for people to see through, and he must also be a martial artist who practiced.

There was a hard stubble grinning sarcastically, tilting his body, the big man did not hesitate to slap a stick on his head, the terrifying power brought a gust of wind, bang, and suddenly the brain burst, the vicious criminal fell to the ground unconscious on the spot, life and death are unknown.

"Lao Tzu doesn't care what you have done before, since you have been sent to the Iron Lock Rock to mine veins, you have to obey the order, otherwise this miscellaneous will be the end. The big man said fiercely, not allowing anyone to question it, and seventy or eighty people instantly quieted down, which made him quite proud.

"I shake the north camp, no noise and provocation, no injury and death, no walking around at night......"

The big man talked eloquently, telling all the rules of the North Camp, Yan Wuyi listened unintentionally, and also found that there were as many as two hundred, and there were fifty or sixty kinds of punishments ranging from cane punishment to luck, which was extremely strict.

I also learned from the mouth of the Great Han that the huge Iron Lock Rock Spirit Vein mining area is divided into six large battalions, one battalion has about 800 people, each responsible for an area, and there are ten prohibitions under the battalion, one ban on four teams, and one team of about 20 people, just like an army, each with its own establishment.

Yan Wuyi thought about it carefully, these six camps, there were only about 5,000 people, and when he heard that there were tens of thousands of people mining the Iron Lock Rock Spirit Vein earlier, he inevitably had doubts and couldn't figure it out, so he could only stand patiently and take one step at a time.

"Remember what Lao Tzu said, don't know how to die when the time comes. The big man pouted and shouted, and the next step was to divide the new eighty people into the teams of the Shaking North Battalion.

"Zhu Han, Yeqiku is a team of three forbidden!"

......

"Yan Zhen, Chu Jin, Yan Wuyi, six forbidden three teams. ”

Dahan glanced at Yan Wuyi, who answered, his somewhat bloated eyes seemed to be looking at his prey, and licked his chapped lips, which was even more cruel.

Yan Wuyi naturally noticed the unkind eyes of the other party, but when he saw that he continued to read down, he didn't bother to think about it, and Yan Zhen beside him followed the black thin man who led the three teams of the Six Forbidden Groups to the wooden house to settle down.