The Misty Forest is one of the most desirable places for mainland troubadours, but in fact, there are very few places that actually come here, and the probably reason is nothing more than the danger and weirdness of this place.

And the troubadour, who was ridiculed as "easy to break the halberd and lift the gun on the bed, but difficult to sharpen the sword before the bow", does not appear here and cannot be understood.

If it weren't for the fact that there was once a troubadour who went straight into Loulan City, the hinterland of the demon clan, with a sword that shook the thirteen states, breaking the pride and reserve of the darling of the demon world, I am afraid that the troubadour would have disappeared long ago, instead of the current situation of the troubadour full imperial capital.

But the Misty Forest is indeed surprisingly lively during this time.

To the north, a man couldn't help frowning as he looked at the demon squad hurrying below.

The man who appeared quietly almost responded to the man's statement of forty-one flowers, with a clear face, wearing an uncommon set of long robes, but with the style of an ancient bachelor. With a slight shift of his gaze, his temperament as warm as jade was revealed.

The man was just about to clean up this team of demons, and the moment he started, he suddenly felt a momentum and the man's own qi that was about to return, but even if there was a gap in strength, it was at a large level.

The man didn't dare to hold it up now, a pair of silver short guns appeared in his hand, the short guns roared, and in an instant, more than a dozen force bullets found the target like long eyes and exploded instantly, listening to the ears, it was like a * explosion, in fact, it was because of the superposition of sounds.

Then, only the unconventional demon general who led the team was left.

The short spear in the man's hand disappeared in a swirling motion, replaced by a silver spear. If the Demon General's previous military strategy materials have not been returned to the teacher, then the one in front of him should be the one nicknamed "Scarlet Scholar".

This man, who has not yet been promoted to the rank of god general, has a reputation in the demon and demon clans far beyond the imagination within the empire, and has never fought against each other, and has often only seen the white-clothed feather fan unparalleled, and has never experienced the horror of turning white into bloody clothes and taking the head with a silver spear.

Looking at the demon general who obviously recognized him, the man raised his gun head, and said before the fight: "Why did you demons come to the Misty Forest en masse?

The demon general wrapped the black cloak behind him, pursed his pale lips, and tightened the two long swords of quite good quality in his hands before he said bitterly: "The glorious Seraphim clan will not prostrate their noble heads to any enemy!"

Hearing the name of the clan spoken by the demon general, the man stopped talking.

The Seraphim clan has a long history, and it is one of the masters of several Demon Seal Thrones of the Ancient Round Table Council, also known as the "Dark Sacred Flower Mandala", which is a radical faction among the demons, and has always adhered to the oldest arrogance of the demons. Therefore, the demons of the Seraphim clan have always been the least existing among the captives, and there is no one.

It's just that in its long history, there has been a brilliant peerless genius, only a few hundred years, touched the legendary Demon Emperor Realm, and the Seraf clan also dominated the Demon Domain, but unfortunately then this genius was brutally pitted by the human race and the demon clan, and paid an unimaginable price to finally send this arrogant, disdainful of the intrigue of a generation of genius back to the darkness.

Maybe this genius has divided too much of the favor of God and the talent of the Seraphim clan, after that, the Seraphim has no geniuses who can do it, most of them are mediocre people, and they can only barely keep it, plus when dominating the Demon Domain, except for a few powers, the entire Seraphim clan does not put anyone in their eyes, and at this time, there are naturally countless people who want to come up and step on it.

But that kind of arrogance that comes from nature has rarely been washed away by time, and the Seraphim clan has become the lowest powerful existence in the entire ancient demon clan.

The silver spear was like a dragon, as if dragging a silver light in the chest of the demon general who had set up the two swords, and then the man put a little on the demon general's head and floated away.

The demon general behind him looked down at the shattered demon core, his face was full of condensed fear, he knew that he was not an opponent, and even thought about not being able to take a few moves, but he didn't expect to even see the trajectory of the opponent's shot clearly.

Walking further south, only a few dozen kilometers away, another team still led by the demon general appeared, concentrating on searching.

After a little thought, the man gave up his shot. In addition to the extraordinary strength of the demon general who led the team this time, there is another reason that the junior in his own family can no longer afford to waste time.

In addition to the title of "Scarlet Scholar" that is widely spread among the demon and demon army arrays, the man also has another name that is known in the empire, the white-robed and silver-gun Pei Xingjian.

The leader of the young and middle-aged generation of Pei in the imperial gate valve Pei Valve, who was known for his uninhibited and uninhibited nature when he was young, was one of the romantic figures in the imperial capital, but later he didn't know what, he first entered the White Deer Academy, and then entered the army, and in just a few decades, he accumulated merit and served as the general of the imperial town, which is only one line away from the several marshals of the empire.

It's just that the demon generals who confronted him on the northern border never imagined that one of the commanders of the northern line had quietly appeared in the misty forest.

Pei Xingjian walked all the way, every time he was on a giant tree or rock, it was hundreds of zhang away, and the cyan wind wings loomed together, pushing Pei Xingjian's speed by more than half?

Constantly adjusting the direction in a small area, after a few hours, a viscous white mist appeared in front of Pei Xingjian, and his perception came to an abrupt end once he touched the white mist.

Pei Xingjian instead let go of the frowning brow he had been frowning. Then a small tornado appeared in Pei Xingjian's hands, and there was no wind and clouds, but it was quite the true meaning of the words "wind and clouds", and the white fog was not blown away by the Force storm, but was wrapped around the cyan force one by one, and after a few breaths, Pei Xingjian lost control of the cyan force, and the original violent Force storm disappeared in the white fog, as if it had never appeared.

Pei Xingjian thought for a moment, then folded his hands, and there was another cyan tornado.

This tornado was different from the previous one, in the center of the tornado, a red flame, like a wick. But after the tornado left Pei Xingjian's palm, it became bigger and bigger, the fire borrowed the wind, and the wind helped the fire, and a huge fire tornado was formed in an instant, like a huge fire dragon suddenly plunged into the mist.

After dozens of breaths, there was a huge tornado that was hundreds of zhang high and more than dozens of zhang wide and swayed up in the white smoke, only once every trace of white mist was difficult to easily join the tornado Force, once entered, it was often attacked by two Forces, and it took several times to be contaminated with a trace of white mist.

However, when this tornado was more than 100 zhang wide, Pei Xingjian had already found that it was the breath that had been searched for a long time.

Without hesitation, Pei Xingjian was in the wind and fire tornado, step by step, like stepping on steps in the void, just like this, through the white smoke, and the "Heavenly Polar Rainbow" that rarely appeared in this misty forest appeared.

However, Pei Xingjian didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and he was like a great enemy.

On the entire Mandarin Duck Lake, on the mountain peak that rises to the sky like a long sword, a lake Jiao who does not know the years, his body is wrapped around the mountain peak, his claws are pressed into the air, his eyes are angry, and his momentum is amazing.

Pei Xingjian glanced at the girl below, shook his palm gently, and didn't dare to be careless, the person in front of him didn't have the slightest perception when he borrowed the force tornado to probe, not only because of the strange white mist, but also because of the strange white mist, it also showed that the strength of this lake Jiao was absolutely amazing.

Pei Xingjian arched his hand and said politely: "I have no intention of offending, but my relatives are here, so I can only enter without telling you, and please Haihan!"

Hu Jiao did not react, and was already in full swing.

Immediately, Pei Xingjian reacted that he was really concerned about the chaos, and then confessed, and walked towards the girl on the ground step by step, and the fire tornado behind him that was thousands of zhang high and more than 100 zhang wide also gradually shrank with Pei Xingjian, and when he walked to the girl's side, the tornado behind him had disappeared.

At this time, the lake Jiao snorted, and the long tail swung back to the bottom of the lake.

In fact, this old Jiao looks at himself as aggrieved, he has been here for hundreds of years, and he is a well-deserved overlord here, but at this time, an unfathomable old man suddenly appeared, and he easily turned against the customer.

As a result, he looked gentle and elegant again, but in Lao Jiao's eyes, it was a sharp spear, even his own body might not be able to withstand a few stabs from the other party's full strength, although he would not stand and let the other party stab, but suddenly there were so many guys who threatened him, and this place was still his own home?

But Lao Jiao just complained a few words in his heart.

"Second uncle, are you here in person?"

Pei Qing didn't care so much, he saved Pei Xingjian's arm with one hand.

"It's not you yet! Using the Misty Forest as a testing ground, if it weren't for Pei Yan's interrogation, I really wouldn't have found you" The man didn't blame too much, but patted Pei Qingyi's head.

"Second uncle, you slapped me on the head again!!I'm not tall!" was obviously dissatisfied with the other party's behavior of treating himself as a child, so he could only protest.

But then excitedly pulled Pei Xingjian and said to the other party: "This is the famous Pei Xingjian, my second uncle!"

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and quickly searched for the information in his mind, but strictly speaking, as a real country boy, Fang Zhuo obviously didn't know who this "famous" Pei Xingjian was. He could only salute respectfully: "Mr. Pei is good, the junior is clumsy, look up for a long time..... look up for a long time!"

Looking at Fang Zhuo's appearance, the other two of them belonged to human spirits, how could they not guess that this thing had never heard of the name of Pei Xingjian, a white-robed and silver-speared man of the empire.

Pei Xingjian smiled slightly, and was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed greatly, and he looked at the lake, a bad old man was sleeping with a wine jug, and a little guy who looked four or five years old was competing with the old man's gray hair. And Pei Xingjian still felt that the little guy with a serious face only sensed a clue.

"Little guy, it's a little interesting~" The old man glanced at the situation where he didn't say hello, and actually found himself, but he took a look, and then continued to prepare to sleep again, and there was a toss in the back.

When you look at it, you don't feel it. The Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, people call this a fairy in wine, the green shirt fights the sword to cut the dragon, and goes into the free cloud sky.

Looking at the green wine gourd in the old man's hand, Pei Xingjian saluted respectfully, and the one in front of him was originally one of the backs of Pei Xingjian, who was in white clothes and silver spears.