Unconsciously, Hong Yuan further narrowed the distance between him and the dragon skin war drum, but when he reached more than fifty meters away, he suddenly sensed two sharp gazes.

In the darkness, right next to the dragonskin war drum, sat cross-legged a thin man in black, black from head to toe, as if he would become invisible and merge with the darkness. The power fluctuation in his body is like nothing, and he seems to be an ordinary person who can't cultivate, but his eyes are extremely sharp, and he seems to be able to see through all the secrets of the world at a glance.

"Next to the dragon skin war drums, there are also special guardians?"

"The pinnacle of the Spirit Sea Realm, or the half-step Heavenly God Realm?"

Hong Yuan's heart was shocked, but on the surface, he forced his composure, rode the poisonous dragon and continued to walk forward for a short distance, and then calmly turned left and swept towards the poisonous dragon camp station, pretending to be a poisonous dragon warrior who had returned from injury.

The black-clothed guardian was still staring, his eyes were cold and sharp, staring at Hong Yuan's back like two knives, until Hong Yuan was about to disappear into the darkness, and then he withdrew his gaze with some confusion. When I closed my eyes, I was almost completely dark, completely blending with the darkness.

Hong Yuan continued to walk forward, looking as if nothing had happened, but a drop of sweat the size of a bean was dripping on his forehead, and he secretly called luck in his heart.

Just now, as long as you move a little or be reckless, and quickly rush forward after seeing the dragon skin war drum, you may have fallen into a bitter battle and been surrounded by people now. The black-clothed guardian is cultivated to be powerful, and there are many powerful auras around him, and there are many powerful masters nearby. Once the whereabouts are exposed and surrounded, it is absolutely difficult to fly.

Hong Yuan was calm, but he was faced with a difficult choice in his heart.

Turn around and leave, this is a good way, you can stay away from the danger and report the true information of the Dragon Blood Legion's camp to Wang Chonglou, and make arrangements in advance to avoid falling for the tricks of the Hualong Empire, but in this way, you will miss the dragon skin war drums. Without the help of this treasure, I wanted to rely on my own strength to slowly refine the power of the primeval heavenly dragon bloodline in the dantian, but I didn't know that I would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse, and my cultivation would stagnate for a long time.

Continuing to find a way to capture the dragon skin war drum is of course what Hong Yuan desires the most, but it means a great risk, and the slightest carelessness is a catastrophe.

Hong Yuan secretly weighed as he walked, the closer he got to the Poison Dragon Camp station, the slower his speed became, of course it was impossible to ride the Poison Dragon into the Poison Dragon Camp station. In other places, you can also pretend to be a soldier of the Poison Dragon Battalion, but it will not work when you get to the Poison Dragon Battalion station, and you may be recognized at any time. Hong Yuan was a little worried, and the more worried he was, the more he came.

A patrol came up and walked in front of Hong Yuan with torches. Hong Yuan was calm and composed, and when he passed by, his face did not change, and he did not arouse any suspicion. The team gradually moved away, but a patrolman who walked at the back stayed to relieve himself, and he felt that something was wrong when his trouser belt was untied, staring at Hong Yuan's back and frowning, and trotting to catch up, "Stop, this brother, please stay!"

Hong Yuan strangled the poisonous dragon under his crotch with his legs and stopped, lowered his head slightly and covered his chest, and continued to pretend to be injured.

"What's your name, brother?" asked the patrolman.

"Big brother, I'm Liang Laosan, I forgot it so quickly?" Hong Yuan asked rhetorically, pretending to be familiar in turn.

"Liang Laosan ......"

The patrol frowned, he couldn't remember that there was such a person in the poisonous dragon camp, his face was a little embarrassed, and a little suspicious, he always felt that Hong Yuan was a little strange, and he was much more vigilant than other patrolmen, and said in a deep voice: "Password, what is the password tonight?"

"God blocks and kills God, and ghosts block and destroys ghosts. ”

Hong Yuan replied fluently, and he overheard the Dragon Blood Legion's password tonight outside the valley storehouse. I thought that I could continue to fool around, but I didn't expect this patrolman to suddenly change color, and subconsciously took a step back and reached out to draw his knife.

The password is wrong!

The inner and outer borders of the Dragonblood Legion have different passwords!

Hong Yuan reacted quickly, his body jumped up from the back of the poisonous dragon, pinched the patrolman's throat and dragged him into the bushes on the side of the road, and slapped it with his left hand, and the chest position of the patrolman's armor was concave, and the pores up and down his body oozed a little blood and struggled weakly. The waist knife hanging from his waist had already been pulled out halfway, but he was no longer able to fight back, and was hit hard by Hong Yuan's palm.

With the standard battle armor on his body and the poisonous dragon under his crotch, Hong Yuan was calm and pretended to be a poisonous dragon warrior, and he was confused all the way, and he did not hesitate to make a move after his identity was revealed. The dragon also burrowed in and hid behind the bushes.

"Who are you and what is your name?" Hong Yuan interrogated coldly.

"The little one's name is Han ...... , Han Hao, is a pro-...... under the Great Commander , pro-soldiers. The patrolman trembled, frightened by Hong Yuan's thunderbolt tactics, and felt as if all the internal organs in his body had been shattered.

"Where is your Grand Commander, and how many masters are there around?" Hong Yuan asked again.

Patrol soldier Han Hao hesitated for a moment and said, "The Great Commander is in the camp tent, and in addition to the masters of Dragon Blood Mountain, there are ...... , and a dozen royal offerings. ”

"Royal offerings?"

Hong Yuan's heart moved, and he remembered the black-clothed guardian who was almost integrated with the darkness, "The black-clothed man guarding next to the dragonskin war drum is the so-called royal worship?"

"That's right, that's the royal worship master Hai Wuya sent by the national teacher Zhao Xuanji, it is said that he is a peerless master from Haitian Pavilion!" Han Hao answered all the questions, and even took the initiative to say everything he knew, his body was trembling all the time, "Adults spare my life, please spare my life, the little one has a three-year-old child to raise, and there is a ...... on it"

"There's an old mother in her eighties, right?"

Hong Yuan sneered, interrupted patrol soldier Han Hao's begging for mercy, and said what he hadn't said yet.

Han Hao, who was begging for mercy, was speechless all of a sudden, he didn't know what to say, his heart was even more frightened, and a line of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Hong Yuan's palm just now almost cost him half his life, and the heavy armor on his body had no effect.

"Where is the Dragon Blood Sanctuary Dharma Protector Elder?" Hong Yuan asked again, there were so many masters in the Dragon Blood Legion, and the royal offerings were fearful, but the most worrying thing was the top masters of the Dragon Blood Sanctuary.

"This ...... , I don't know, my lord, I really don't know......" Han Hao struggled uneasily, feeling that the strength of the five fingers of Hong Yuan's right hand was getting stronger and stronger, and it was difficult to breathe.

"I don't even know this, what are you leaving for?"

Hong Yuan snorted coldly, and slashed Han Hao on the neck with a hand knife, and the latter fell down in front of his eyes, even if he didn't die, he didn't want to wake up in a few hours.

"Let's go!"

Hong Yuan gave the order, rode the poisonous dragon and left quietly, detoured to the vicinity of the dragonskin war drum, and lurked behind a bush.

"Royal enshrinement, the master of Haitian Pavilion has no end to the sea......"

Hong Yuan muttered, muttering whether to force his move.

He had vaguely heard of the name of Haitian Pavilion, and in his impression, it was a secret sect with the same name as the Snow Fox Sect and the Ghost Wood Cliff in the Western Regions, but it was even more secretive and ruthless, and it was rumored that it was a lawless evil sect. Looking at Hai Wuya's age, he is definitely not a rookie disciple of Haitian Pavilion, it is very likely that he is an elite master of Haitian Pavilion, or even an elder-level figure.

Hong Yuan secretly observed and weighed, how could he not see through the boundless cultivation of the sea, and he could not grasp the grasp of forcibly seizing the dragon skin war drum.