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The silent and uninhabited mountain road is even more desolate and eerie.

The pitch-black carriage had long since disappeared into the endless darkness.

Yan Jiu sat opposite Wang Chan and the three of them, without the slightest expression on his face, this person seemed to never know what laughter was. And it was only then that Wang Chan knew that the other party was not a groom.

This carriage may not have needed a groom in the first place.

After a while, another woman in white stepped into the carriage, and the moment the door opened, the night wind blew her long hair like a chaotic cloud, which was indescribably amazing.

It's a pity that only Wang Chan is willing to appreciate it, Xie Tiange has already been drunk and unconscious holding the wine jar, and in Tuoba Liuyun's eyes, there is only the difference between the living and the dead in this world.

After glancing at everyone, the woman in white sat in her place, holding the long sword in her hand, leaning against the car window and began to close her eyes and recuperate. Then there was another arrogant son-in-law, looking at the clothes he was wearing, he should be another top strength in Moyang, the heir of the Nangong family.

After that, a long time passed, and no one got into the car, and Yan Jiu didn't seem to have any intention of waiting any longer.

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, breaking through the silence.

Inside the carriage, it was still terrible silence.

Wang Chan lifted the curtain and looked at the receding scenery outside the window, only to see that on this long mountain road, it was crooked and slanted, and sharp swords were inserted everywhere.

He was amused, and suddenly asked, "Where are we going?"

"Naturally, I went to the Hidden Sword Peak, the Ten Thousand Sword Cave, I don't even know this, I really doubt how you got into the carriage?"

After some understanding, Wang Chan knew that this arrogant son was called Nangong Ao, and he was the leader of the younger generation of the Nangong family, and there was a great possibility of becoming the head of the next generation of the Nangong family. The "Burning Mountain Palm" in one hand is perfect, and he has a proud record of killing three spiritual powerhouses alone, as his name suggests, but he does have the capital to be arrogant.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Cave is very dangerous, when you get there, what you can get depends on yourself, life and death are in peace, at noon, the carriage will be waiting for you at the entrance of the cave, and it will not wait. Yan Jiu, who had been silent, said in a deep voice.

Nangong Ao snorted coldly and did not respond.

At this moment, a strange shout suddenly came from the silent and uninhabited mountain road.

The voice is poignant and sad.

Like some of the oldest and most mysterious ritual incantations, the sound was intermittent and ethereal.

Wang Chan listened attentively, the sound was very clear in his senses, but he couldn't hear the specific content clearly, and there were a few cries similar to lonely souls and wild ghosts, which were indescribably weird and terrifying.

"Put the windows down and protect your spiritual platform. Yan Jiu opened his eyes and looked at Wang Chan and said.

Wang Chan smiled, glanced at Nangong Ao, who was glaring at him, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

He shrugged his shoulders and closed the window again, and the strange singing outside was gone. It's just that Wang Chan has a feeling that the sound has never disappeared, and even has passed through the carriage and entered the carriage, although in fact, the carriage at this time is silent.

Tuk Tuk ......

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard three rings outside the car door, as if someone was knocking on the door.

Xie Tiange still fell asleep in his position, and the woman in white and Tuoba Liuyun were also unaware, only Nangong Ao's face changed color.

I saw him shouting, "Who?"

No one responded, but there were three more "tuk, tuk, tuk" rings outside the car door.

"I'd like to see who is pretending to be a ghost here!" Nangong Ao frowned, his right hand stretched out like lightning and opened the car door.

The doors swayed, and the road flew backwards, and there was a half-figure somewhere.

"Guts bandits!"

Nangong Ao snorted coldly, and was about to pull the car door up, when at this moment, an extremely pale hand suddenly hung down from the roof of the car. This sudden change startled Nangong Ao.

Just when he was subconsciously about to fight back, in the carriage, Yan Jiu suddenly spoke: "It's windy outside, why don't you ask Mr. Yang Ming to come down?"

The feet of the two clothed shoes, which were clean and not stained with the slightest dust, were shaking in the air with the trembling of the chariot and horse.

One can't help but worry that this person will fall off the roof of the car at any time.

Who knew that the figure flashed, and this person suddenly arrived at the carriage, and it was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, and the Xiucai robe he was wearing had already been washed white. But even so, his face was not as pale.

The middle-aged scholar, that is, Mr. Yang Ming, stood in front of Yan Jiu, his eyes half-open and half-open, staring directly at each other.

"No matter how cold the night wind is, it can't be cold. Mr. Yang Ming paused, and then spoke. "I heard that the man came down from Nanshan. ”

"Manpower is not enough to win the sky, but it is just a farce of grasshoppers shaking the tree. Yan Jiu sneered and said slowly.

"See ....... I have met Mr. Yang Ming. Nangong Ao saw the person who came clearly, and immediately changed his expression. Obviously, the person in front of him is not the object of his pride.

Mr. Yang Ming, the famous residence of the Youzhou True Martial Arts Palace, is still the uncle of the current palace master, and his strength is already mysterious, and many people in the rivers and lakes are even rumored that he has crossed the bridge between heaven and man.

Mr. Yang Ming didn't mean to pay attention to Nangong Ao at all, he directly crossed over to Xie Tiange, picked up the wine jar on his body at random, and raised his head to take a sip.

Looking at Tuoba Liuyun and the woman in white on the side, he shook his head lightly and sighed lightly: "Why bother, why bother ......"

He finally stopped in front of Wang Chan, and he looked at Wang Chan at the same time.

Of course, Wang Chan was also looking at him.

"What is the gentleman staring at me? Is there a flower on my face?"

Mr. Yang Ming nodded first, shook his head again, turned around and left, but jumped out of the car directly.

At the same time, a voice came from a distance.

"If you don't die in a catastrophe this time, remember to come to Youzhou True Martial Arts Temple. ”

"What a weirdo. The corners of Wang Chan's mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled.

"Mr. Yang Ming is one of the three great gods in the world, and his 'Seven Signatures of Yun Ji' is passed down from the ancient ancestors, and has the name of 'knowing the past and the future, and predicting the changes of good fortune and evil'. It seems that Brother Wang, this trip is very bad. Xie Tiange woke up at some point, looked at Wang Chan, and chuckled.

"It turns out that drunkards also believe in fate. ”

Regarding Mr. Yang Ming's calculation, Wang Chan did not care at all.

"Haha, I don't believe it either, Brother Wang knows, I only believe in the sword in my hand and the wine in the cup. Xie Tiange smiled.

"What I want to know now is when we'll get to the Ten Thousand Swords Cave. ”

"I want to know this question as well. Wang Chan chuckled.

Writing brush!

A horse roared suddenly.

Yan Jiu spoke: "We have arrived. (To be continued.) )