The whirring wind blew past Veemo's ears, and he ran tirelessly down the road that led to the Clear Creek Valley.

Suddenly, there was a rush of hooves in front of him, and there was a faint low cheer in the wind.

"Drive!"

In the wind and mist, several tall and mighty figures faintly appeared, and they were iron-headed wolf horses!

Wei Mo was taken aback, and subconsciously flashed to the side of the road.

The iron-headed wolf horse is a mount monster, he once heard Uncle Zhong talk about it.

Nearly a foot high, with four hooves like a hammer, tall and fierce, before being domesticated by humans, it was a complete bloodthirsty demonic beast.

It is worth a thousand gold, and the cost of raising is huge, and there is no one in the entire Qinghua City. Right now, there are five heads in front of you!

Five iron-headed wolf horses, carrying five strong men, roared past. When they passed by Wemo, they didn't even look at him, as if he were an ant crawling slowly on the ground, insignificant.

Wei Mo felt the impact, especially from the man in charge. The man was one-eyed, carrying a square package with a wooden box inside. A murderous aura escaped from him, making Wei Mo feel furious.

They quickly passed, turning into a puff of dust and disappearing without a trace.

Wei Mo stopped and looked at it for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had more important things to do, so he turned around and continued to run in the direction of Qingxi Valley.

Qingxi Valley is 90 miles away in the north of Qinghua City, sandwiched by two mountains, and is an important traffic pass to the north.

Although it is a valley, the terrain is complex, with two peaks on the left and right sides of Qingxi Mountain, rugged and winding, and there are large and small demonic beasts hidden in the mountains and forests. Although they are all first-order demonic beasts, they are already a disaster for the people in Qinghua City. Fortunately, after many years of hunting by the three major families, there are many fewer demonic beasts.

"Copper money flower, copper money flower! Where are you?"

Wei Mo kept silently reciting this term in his heart. It is very likely to save Qin'er from danger, so important!

He quickened his pace, the strength of the first-order four-fold martial cultivator, coupled with the spiritual power of the first-order one-fold spiritual cultivator, he could run at a speed of eighty miles per hour.

The Xuan Power consumed was quickly replenished by the spiritual power. His resilience is astonishing.

Of course, Wei Mo didn't understand the meaning of this speed, most of the iron-headed wolf horses that those people were riding just now had a speed of about one hundred and twenty miles per hour.

And for ordinary first-order martial cultivators, without other equipment bonuses, the fastest pace is only fifty or sixty miles.

With the speed of his ass on fire, Wei Mo rushed out of Qingxi Valley. It was already early afternoon, the sun was bleakly hiding in the clouds, a dark cloud was drifting from the northwest sky, and the wind and snow were coming.

The howling northerly wind passes through the Qingxi Twin Peaks, creating a more violent wind through the valley, which is colder here than in other places.

The wind was bitterly cold, and Wei Mo stopped at the mouth of the valley, and there was silence all around, only the wind was calling. He was inexplicably vigilant in his heart, remembering the few people he had just met on the road.

Shaking his head, Wei Mo threw away his distracting thoughts and tried hard to recall the appearance of the copper coin flower.

The second-order spirit grass copper coin flower has the powerful effect of ventilation and blood, and is a necessary material for many second-order pills.

Its most striking feature is its bronzed stem and copper-like petals. Wei Mo had read it in a medicine book, but it was too rare in the local area, and there had been no trace of it in the entire Wei family's warehouse for several years.

Wei Mo pinned all his hopes on Qingxi Valley. He walked into the valley, concentrating, looking down carefully, not sparing an inch of soil.

However, he was too focused to pay attention to the unusually raised stake in front of him, and took a step and stepped on it.

Boom!

When such a noise came from under his feet, Wei Mo secretly screamed in his heart.

At this time, he had been hanging about three feet above the ground, and several wooden stakes of different thicknesses were drilled out next to him.

A few wooden stakes formed a rudimentary formation, trapping Wei Mo in it.

If there were only these few wooden stakes, it would still not be able to trap him, his arms shook, and a mysterious force rolled out. The thickest stake made a creaking cry of pain, and the formation was about to break.

Crash!

At that moment, three chains shot out from three different directions, passing through the formation and locking Wei Mo firmly to the stake.

Wei Mo looked down, his body twisted, well, it was quite sturdy.

"Hahaha!" A wild laugh came from in front of Wei Mo, and when he looked up, it was Lin Yuan.

"It turned out to be you, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you're still so annoying. Wei Mo pretended to be relaxed and grinned.

Looking around secretly, Wei Mo suddenly found that little fat man, damn it, it turned out that they were in a gang!

The little fat man smiled at Wei Mo and beckoned, "Hey, remember me?"

"Remember, I won't forget it in my life!" Wei Mo said, squeezing his eyes at him at the end.

He couldn't move, and the iron chains with the thickness of his arms tied him to the stake, and he was flat and stable, and he was about to become a zongzi.

Lin Yuan snorted, remembering the scene of the bet with Wei Mo in the Wei family that day, it was really a big loss.

Wei Mo looked around and found that there were a total of six people on the other side, all of whom were undoubtedly the children of the Lin family. One of them, not very tall and with a gloomy face, was clearly the eldest of them.

Growing up in a closed environment since he was a child, Wei Mo had heard a lot about the three major families in Qinghua City, and even a lot of them didn't hear about it, so he naturally didn't know who that person was.

"Wei Mo, don't talk to me poorly, I haven't settled accounts with you about wiping your nose on my clothes last time! Do you know who this is?" Lin Yuan avoided the important and took it lightly, never mentioning his loss.

He paced in figure-eight steps, arching his hand towards the gloomy young man, and raised his chin at Wei Moyang with an obnoxious flattery.

Wei Mo wanted to shrug his shoulders, but his shoulders were locked. He had to raise his eyebrows: "I don't know, who?"

"At the age of three, he memorized poetry and books, learned martial arts at the age of five, stepped into the door of martial cultivators at the age of seven, and defeated the first-order demonic beast phantom rat at the age of ten. Looking at the entire Qinghua City, who else is more famous and low-key than him......" Lin Yuan looked at the sky at forty-five degrees, ready to reverently report his name.

His voice was full of emotion, and the others were also full of blood and piety.

Wei Mo suddenly shouted: "I'm sorry, wait a while~"

Being interrupted from his train of thought, Lin Yuan was very unhappy, frowned, and turned his head to look at Wei Mo angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Excuse me, which of you is going to do me a favor?"

Lin Yuan subconsciously said, "What can I help you?"

"Itchy back, scratch it for me. Wei Mo grinned.

Lin Yuan was so angry that he almost squirted a mouthful of old blood, he pointed at Wei Mo, his hand trembling: "You, you, do you still want to make a face?"

"Wow!" replied Wei Mo earnestly.

"Do you still have a brain?" Lin Yuan asked again.

Wei Mo was more serious: "Maybe a little more than you." ”

"Phew, do you have brains, are you embarrassed to make this request? can't you see your identity and the current situation clearly?" Lin Yuan spat at him angrily, but the wind was strong, and all the spit was blown back to his own face, and even the person standing behind him was also spitted on his face.

Lin Lun took a deep breath and closed his eyes, really wanting to kick Lin Yuan back to his hometown.