In the midst of a lofty mountain, Feng Xingyun was facing the siege of several black-clothed men at this time.

Although the opponent had an advantage in numbers, they still did not take advantage of the slightest advantage, and the situation that could not be attacked for a long time made them restless.

"Surround him, don't let him run away, see how long he can last. The leader shouted, and quickly dispersed with the rest of the group.

The man in the ink robe who was besieged in the middle, even if he was alone, his face still did not change, he was upright with one hand, his deep eyes looked around them indifferently, and the momentum he exuded was compelling, and his posture showed his dignity and calmness.

"Hold him. The leader commanded loudly.

Several black-clothed people suppressed the uneasiness in their hearts, and after looking at each other, they simultaneously mobilized the power of the spirit element, and waved their spiritual skills with both hands to shoot at the place where Feng Xingyun was standing.

"Boom-"

With a loud earth-shattering sound, the white spirit yuan was like lightning and thunder, and it landed violently, smashing out of a huge crater, and a strong wave of qi mixed with grass and trees and gravel rushed into the air endlessly.

Feng Xingyun's figure jumped into the air in an instant, flashed out of the encirclement of several people like a hurricane transit, and his feet shook, and he left the ground, and appeared in the sky in the blink of an eye, like a proud king, looking at the people below with contempt, his thin lips hooked lightly, and he let out a sneer,

"But Erl. ”

Several black-clothed men wanted to attack again, but they saw a sudden burst of white light in his hands, and the ink-colored sleeve robe flew up, and a terrifying aura like the waves of the angry sea rushed towards them, turning into several dragons roaring and rushing towards their bodies.

Then Feng Xingyun raised his other hand and put it to his ear, holding the seal letter used to communicate with Feng Ji.

"Ahh

Several black-clothed men who were smashed to the ground were full of horror, and their eyes looked vigilantly into the air, beware of his attack again, but they saw that this peerless man's face was getting more and more ugly, his sword eyebrows were frowning, and his two thin lips were pursed together, and the already terrifying aura around his body became more and more cold.

Everyone didn't know why, and they all looked at the leader, asking what to do next?

The leader couldn't make up his mind for a while, the sect master ordered him to find an opportunity to hit this man hard, if he could kill him, he would be promised the position of deputy sect master, but in today's battle, he found out that this famous man in the continent is by no means a waste of fame, and his profound skills can not be killed at will.

He hadn't made a plan yet, but Feng Xingyun had already listened to the contents of the letter, and he was irritable at the moment, he had only been away for more than half a month, and that girl had a good time with other men, it seemed that she was not as reluctant to leave as she showed, and she should really be arrested and beaten up. And the disciple of what sect, the person who dares to covet him, does he want to die?

Feng Xingyun's heart rose with murderous intent, and he felt more and more that the few people in front of him were extremely obstructive, his angry face was a little impatient, and the coldness in his narrow eyes was real, "You should die." ”

High in the sky, the breath suddenly dropped, like a dark cloud covering the top, a white arc of light suddenly pressed down, like a sword, and in an instant, the surrounding giant trees and stones were cut off by the roots, and a thick layer of dust and mist filled the entire mountain.

Feng Xingyun looked into the distance through the yellow dust and flying sand in the sky, and his sharp gaze seemed to reach someone.

"Girl, if you dare to forget me, try it. ”

The scenery of Moshan is extremely magnificent from a distance, the green daisy and the ink color complement each other, especially in the evening, the mountains and forests are covered with a layer of mist, hazy, and the shadow seems to enter the fairyland of the world. It's just that people walking in the forest don't feel so good, there are thorn vines that meander for more than ten miles in it, there are primordial ancient trees that stand up to a hundred feet in the sky, there are ordinary-looking poisonous flowers and poisonous plants that can instantly take away the life of cultivators, and there are high-level spirit beasts that will hurt people at some point......

There are cherished elixirs that countless cultivators dream of in Moshan, and there are also terrifying dangers that make people's hearts beat, some people get rich overnight, and some people die in one day.

There are always countless possibilities that can happen in Moshan.

In the middle of the mountain range, on a flat meadow near the end of the broken corner, more than a dozen bonfires gathered close together, some far away, and the jumping flames crackled and burned.

In the past few days, everyone in Jinyue City, who has traveled and cultivated, and even the major sects in the vicinity, all those who have received the news have either gone there in person or sent a good hand, and they have gathered here.

Although there is only one treasure born, due to the danger of Moshan, many people still discuss how to enter and explore together, as for after finding it, it is unknown who will kill the deer.

"I heard that the day the treasure appeared in the world, how come I haven't seen it since I entered the mountain?"

"Yes, I've been here for two days, and I haven't found any traces, no hints, and I don't know which direction to look for. ”

Dozens of cultivators gathered here, some were meditating and cultivating, some were talking, the sky had changed from evening to late night, and when they encountered this heart-warming thing, everyone was not sleepy, and under the surface of a friendly and harmonious situation, they secretly made their own plans.

"Yo, there are a lot of people. ”

The fat man rubbed out from the middle of the two giant trees, and when he saw the bonfire not far away, he couldn't help but laugh happily.

A group of four of them, after starting from Chaliao and entering Moshan in the afternoon, they have been until now, An Jinhao originally proposed to take his flying spirit beast and fly directly into Zhongwei, but Lu only felt that it was not only a treasure hunt, but he didn't know the detailed location, or it was safe to come on foot, plus the opportunity was rare, she also wanted to collect some elixir in case of emergency, so she rejected his proposal.

She followed the fat man and walked out of the gap in the trees, although she already knew that there were many people coming this time, but the large number of people in front of her still made her footsteps pause, and her beautiful eyes swept over, no one could let her see the level of cultivation, it seemed that among all the people present, only herself and the fat man's cultivation was the lowest.

An Jinhao walked a few steps quickly, came to her from behind Lu Wei, lowered his head slightly, and looked sideways at the girl who was only up to his chest, "It's okay, I'm here." ”

Lu Wei turned his eyes to look at An Jinhao, chuckled, and was a little moved in his heart, "Well, thank you." ”

This man with a gentle personality and extraordinary appearance has such a delicate mind, and one of her actions made him see his uneasiness.

An Jinhao was dazzled by her smile, and coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look." ”

The fat man's ridicule had already attracted everyone's attention, and the people who were chatting and chatting looked at them in unison, and the whole camp was still crackling except for the bonfire, and there was no sound for a while.

"That person can't be the Purple Flute Boy, right?"

Someone saw the purple jade flute pinned to An Jinhao's waist, and guessed uncertainly.

"Who are you talking about? Isn't that An Jinhao, the apprentice of the Sect Master of the Shengyang Sect?"

This voice made everyone whisper, the chief disciple of the Shengyang Sect, the first sect of the Ning Kingdom, An Jinhao, no one in the entire Ning Kingdom does not know, no one knows, and more importantly, he has another identity, that is, the sixth son of the emperor of the dynasty, the prince of the Ning Kingdom, King Jin.