In the void, in front of the little black dragon, a cyan storm swept in, and the billowing clouds and smoke spiraled, and in just a moment, it appeared less than ten feet away from everyone.

"Martial Saint?"

Lin Huang frowned slightly, and immediately stood on top of the head of the black dragon at the front, his left hand was already hidden in his sleeve robe, and his voice was like thunder: "Dare to ask Your Excellency why you are blocking the way?"

"Nameless!"

The cyan storm swirled, and a mysterious voice came from within it, but the latter was never visible.

Well?

Lin Huang frowned slightly, and the little black dragon under his feet had already bowed his body, full of a strong sense of shock, ready to strike with all his strength at any time.

The instant knife in Lin Huang's sleeve robe was already three inches out of the sheath.

Now......

Lin Huang could think that most of the people blocking his way were people from the four ancient clans!

It's just that if you want to suppress him with the Martial Saint realm, it's not so simple.

The people behind Lin Huang are also ready to go.

At this moment, in the cyan storm, a mask formed by the condensation of a cyan whirlwind suddenly flew towards the forest wilderness, just like an ancient beast tearing at the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang frowned, waved his big sleeves, and immediately brushed away the hideous mask phantom, and his voice was lowered by half a minute, "Thirteen killings of the earth character?"

In the Qingsi storm, there was no positive response, but he just spoke: "Ninth kill, let me tell you, after leaving the ancient battlefield, go to Zhongzhou, where he is waiting for you!"

Well?

Lin Huang hummed suspiciously, and the moment the knife in his sleeve robe was sheathed, he began to think about it in his heart.

Zhongzhou is the Zhongtian God Domain!

The most central part of the continent......

There, there is the Haoran School Palace that used to be the Zuo Jia Ming Sect.

There is also the existence of the Xuantian God Clan.

And the ninth kill in the mouth of the cyan storm should be...... Bae Xiufu!

"I don't know what ...... Your Excellency is"

"This is not a question that smart people should ask!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, then nodded, "The news, I already know!"

As soon as Lin Huang's words fell, the cyan storm quickly disappeared.

Along with it, there was also a strand of long hair on Lin Huang's shoulders falling in the wind.

Lin Huang's complexion changed dramatically in an instant.

The other party actually cut off his hair without anyone noticing. If he wanted to cut off his own head, it would be easy.

For a while, Lin Huang felt that the one-hand movement that he had just hidden in his sleeve was a little funny.

Maybe the other party has already seen through it.

Fortunately, the other party is the thirteenth kill, not the enemy.

"The ninth kill?"

"Who is it?"

Situ Huanggrave and Bai Xiaopang asked successively.

"Pei Lao!"

Lin Huang gathered to transmit the sound, but then frowned.

Why did Pei Lao suddenly go to Zhongzhou?

Do you want to let yourself go?

The latter had been in Qingtian Martial Mansion for most of his life, why did he suddenly leave for another place......

"Let's go to Midstate?"

Situ Huangfen asked, his eyes lit up.

Zhongzhou!

It is the most prosperous place of martial arts in the entire continent.

There is the legendary Xuantian Divine Clan.

There are martial artists in the world who have believed in the Zhongzhou martial arts altar for tens of thousands of years, and those who can reach the peak of the martial arts arena can be called the world's masterpieces.

In addition, there are countless martial arts sects and families.

There are many parties.

There are strong people walking sideways, and countless array masters have been named noble guests!

There are vast martial arts, and you can see many powerful martial souls on the martial soul list.

......

It's a warrior's paradise!

"Go back to Qingtian Martial Mansion!"

"Hurry back to Wufu!"

At this moment, Lin Huang and Song Changling spoke at the same time. As the words of the two fell, the little black dragon suddenly let out a dragon roar that shook the mountains and rivers, and the mighty and huge body disappeared directly into the sky, passing through the space and heading towards the direction of the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

"Didn't you say that you went to Zhongzhou, what are you going to do when you go back to Qingtian Martial Mansion?"

Bai Xiaopang jumped up on the little black dragon, his grandmother's, there are many martial artists in Zhongzhou, and there must be many good-looking young ladies, Bai Xiaopang has already begun to fantasize about the days to come.

As a result, I didn't expect that there were two things that didn't open up.

Lin Huang didn't explain too much, and his brows kept tightening.

If he doesn't feel right alone, it may just be a delusion. But Song Changling also felt that something was wrong, it was unusual.

"Qingtian Martial Mansion...... Something must have happened!"

Song Changling lowered his voice and said, "The ancient battlefield is open, and the elders of the three sects and five mansions all have elders to accompany their disciples, but the Qingtian Martial Mansion does not. Heaven, earth and man are three characters and thirteen kills, all of which are the existence of the divine dragon without seeing the end, if nothing major happens, how can it be easy to take the lead, just to tell Lin Huang to go to Zhongzhou?"

"Let's go to Zhongzhou, just don't let us go back to Qingtian Martial Mansion!"

Song Changling explained what he was thinking.

"Sit tight!"

Lin Huang reminded the people under his feet, and then squatted down and patted the head of the black dragon, "Xiao Hei!"

Suddenly, the black dragon let out another long roar, and increased its speed again, like a shuttle rushing forward in the silver space barrier, rushing towards the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

......

When Lin Huang and the others frantically rushed to the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

Eastern Imperial Domain.

Outside a space crossing flowing with silver light, three figures suddenly appeared.

The leader is a person in white who wins the snow.

Green silk is like ink.

His eyes are soft, his expression is calm, and under the sunset glow in the sky, he gives people a unique feeling, like white clouds and like an abyss.

In the midst of the bustling crowd and countless warriors one after another, he looked very weak.

However, anyone who looks at the sea of people can see him very quickly.

He doesn't say a word, he doesn't make a single action, but he makes it impossible for everyone to ignore.

"It's more lively than I thought!"

The young man in white gathered his snow-white cloak adorned with crimson mandala flowers and said softly.

And behind the young man in white, there was a young man wearing a cloak in green clothes.

He was wrapped in a cloak, so tightly that it was completely invisible, he was just a soul body.

And on the back of the young man in the green cloak was an old woman.

Her body was emaciated and withered, like a withered begonia flower. The face is wrinkled, and the face is full of deep and shallow wrinkles. The long hair was frosty white.

The old woman did not know whether she was in a coma or fell into a deep sleep, and it was impossible to know that she was still blind.

No one will know that just a few years ago, she was a beautiful girl.

"Aning ......"

The young man in Tsing Yi and cloak stiffened his body a little, so that the old woman behind him could be more comfortable, "We are out of the Eastern Spirit Realm, I will make you better!"

"Think...... Want to make a man...... Head ......"

Behind the cloak of Tsing Yi, the old woman said intermittently.

The young man's body trembled for a moment, and his eyes were suddenly filled with soul tears, he still remembered that before he met Yan Zangfeng, he went to grab a few white-faced steamed buns every day, which could make the dirty girl behind him show an extremely bright smile.

That smile, but he was the sunshine that illuminated his life in countless dark years.

"Yes...... Cold ......"

The old woman suddenly coughed violently.

The young man suddenly felt a little warm behind him, and his heart hurt even more, knowing that the woman was vomiting blood again.

The young man in white took off his cloak and draped it on the old woman's body, with a look of regret in his eyes, "Find a place to settle down first, you take care of A-Ning, and I'll go and see how to get to the Taixuan Domain!"

The three of them, in the slightly crowded crowd, slowly left the ferry that connected to the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Before they could find a place to stay, they suddenly stopped when they passed by a stone arch bridge on both sides of a large river.

In front of the three of them, at the top of the stone bridge, there stood a monk dressed in snow-white monk's robes.

The monk looked at the river rolling down in front of him, so that the young man in white could only see the monk's side face.

Pretty.

It's so beautiful that it's a little weird.

The young man in white turned his head and glanced at the young man in green clothes and cloak, and secretly compared who of these two people was the demon who shamed thousands of women in the world.

The white-robed monk had no beads in his hands.

But there was a jug of wine.

The white-clothed monk's other hand, in this incomparably clear weather, holds a red and delicate oil-paper umbrella.

Well?

The face of the young man in white changed suddenly, "The monk holds an umbrella, lawless......"