After the news that the Dangshan Mountain was destroyed and passed back, the old man Song Benshan in the Hundred Refining Soldiers Road thought that there was a problem with his own intelligence, and when the news that Chang Kezong got the hunting bow and Mu Ziyun and Huzi got the three-edged stone hammer came back, an old man had already walked away for about seven minutes, lying on a soft bed at the moment, covered with a cotton quilt, covered with a wet cloth on his forehead, and spoke without strength, and it took a long time to lift his hand out of the quilt.

Song Benshan trembled and pointed at Song Hua and Luqiu Gongliang and said, "You... You guys... Two of you give me a way, think of a way!"

"Grandpa, don't worry, Chang Kezong won't be able to open Fang Zun for a while, not to mention that Qingshan Peak is fighting with Chang Kezong, whether it's hunting for a bow or a triangular stone hammer, we still have a chance to get it back." Song Hua said so comfortingly.

And Luqiu Gongliang is not so optimistic in his heart, he is very depressed, once the Death Dangshan is exposed, everything there will not be able to be retrieved, and this south of Huzhou is not something he can say about the hundred refining soldiers. This is also the place where the Hundred Refining Soldiers Dao is very helpless, thousands of years ago, the piece of material used to make Fang Zun and the Hunting Bow is falling on the Dead Dang Mountain, and the material is still oozing fire molten slurry, the fire is too strong, and the material is surprisingly heavy, at that time, the Hundred Refining Soldiers Dao did not have the strength to transport it away, so they had to establish a base in the Dead Dang Mountain.

For thousands of years, Dangshan has relied on the things on the material to create a lot of famous treasures, and the four treasures are all caused in Dangshan Mountain, it is not an exaggeration to say that the loss of Dangshan Mountain is equivalent to the death of half a hundred refining soldiers. If the hunting bow is in hand, it can be more comforting, but the hunting bow is lost, but the angry thing is that even the three-edged stone hammer is lost, listening to the information that came, the two boys of Qingshan Peak are clearly able to use the hammer, isn't it like a wolf's claw, with someone else's surname, and can no longer get it back.

"Gong Liang, Gong Liang..."Song Benshan shrugged his eyelids and shouted several times.

"Ai, master, Gongliang is here."

Song Benshan took a breath and said, "Go... Go and put us... Let's move out, let's fight, let the boys, the girls equip themselves, and go... Go and have a good fight. ”

"Okay, master, who are we going to fight?"

"Ahem.... Beat... Hit Aoyama Peak! That bastard boy wants us to fight with Chang Ke Zong, and then sit back and enjoy it, hum! Lao Tzu didn't let him succeed, so he hit Qingshan Peak and beat him to death. “

Luqiu Gongliang said hesitantly: "Then hunting for the bow..."

"If you hunt for a bow, I'll leave it to Song Hua, grandson.. grandchildren..."

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"From today on, you are the owner of the fog awning, no one can find you when you wear it, but don't take it lightly, the fog canopy just makes you invisible, your body is still there, if the other party's net is big enough, you will still be caught!"

"But grandpa, I can enter the Changke Sect, but I can't move Fang Zun."

"Don't want it, just hunt for the bow" Song Benshan struggled to stand up and grabbed Song Hua's arm tightly, "As long as you hunt for the bow, you must not let it fall into the hands of others." ”

"My grandson knows, and my grandson will do it." Song Hua stood up straight, took two steps back, bowed to Song Benshan, and then immediately rushed out.

"Gongliang, how do you want to fight this battle"

"The apprentice feels that he can't fight with his head in a hurry, since he has chosen the target, he has to think about it, and the few sects in the south have to make good use of it."

"You have a heart, but also pay more attention, this sect war is different from the last time, the last time was around the two sects of Qi Miao Peak, Cha Mountain, you can get in, you can find a way back, this time it is a chaotic war, each has its own purpose, I ponder that the sky in Huzhou is going to change, the Fallen Leaf Sect, Chang Ke Sect, these ambitious sects must do something big, remember, to take the lead, don't be afraid of how many lives to sacrifice, if you lose, you are a sinner, no one will remember who you are in the past few years, you are a hero if you win, No matter how many disciples are buried in your hands, they will be wiped clean. ”

"I know." Lu Qiu Gongliang nodded and said.

"Gongliang, you are also in charge, I will no longer ask about the sect in the future, this world, in the end, it is the world of young people, cough cough, my old bones are really useless, before you asked me to kill that little ghost in Shimen Pass with all my might, now I really lost everything, cough cough..."

After Song Benshan slept well, Luqiu Gongliang quickly retreated, hurriedly ran into the main hall, summoned all the elders, distributed the tasks in turn, and moved out all the utensils stored in the inner door, leaving the youngest generation of disciples, and the rest of the disciples chose the tools at will.

Mu Ziyun and Huzi rushed back to Qingshan Peak when the moonlight was just right, and there were not many people in Qingshan Peak at this time, there were only two heads in the sect, Zheng Qiao and Haohan, while Li Ziwen and Zhang Kui took the disciples and elders of the three sects and exchanged hands with Chang Kezong separately.

After briefly explaining most of the things to Zheng Qiao, Mu Ziyun and Huzi rested for a while, and then rushed to the battlefield by moonlight.

The way out is not as fast as going back, as soon as they walked out of Qingshan Peak for twenty miles, Mu Ziyun and Huzi were surrounded by black-clothed people all over the mountains and forests, these black-clothed people were all masked, staring at the two of them in unison, the breath on their bodies was cold, extremely well-trained, and there was not a trace of noise coming out.

Mu Ziyun and Huzi stood back to back, Huzi clenched the three-edged stone hammer and said in a low voice: "When we returned to the sect, we also took this road, why did there suddenly become so many more people." ”

"There are spies in the sect!" Mu Ziyun said: "They learned that we returned to the sect, so they waited here, eh? I don't think they look familiar. ”

"You say that.... Uh, do you remember when that group of demons came to Qingshan Peak to ask for treasures, a group of people in black rushed out? It looks like them. ”

"So, they're all the way." Mu Ziyun thought to himself, the Lu birch pile on the Luoma River is the head of the black-clothed and masked line, could it be that this group of guys was sent by the Changke Sect? In other words, the spies in Qingshan Peak are related to Chang Kezong, who has such skills? Mu Ziyun and Huzi are not clamoring to go out of the sect, they are very hidden, you must know which way they go, they must always follow, Mu Ziyun and Huzi both have martial arts, they are not aware of this, it can be seen that this spy is not ordinary, could it be... Is it at the level of the head?

Mu Ziyun suddenly thought of some things in the Tiannu Slave Cemetery, and at this moment, a hoarse sound came from the night sky overhead, this hissing sound Mu Ziyun couldn't be more familiar, Huzi raised his head and recognized the natural thing, opened his mouth and scolded: "Wasn't this beast burned to death?" How is it still alive? ”

"Eagle?" Mu Ziyun muttered, "During the Lianzhuang War, the demon once said that Chang Kezong's... The ghost-faced baby, the baby.. Eagle .." Mu Ziyun, who suddenly realized, laughed, and said, "It turns out to be such a ghost-faced baby, Chang Kezong really has a powerful guy." “