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Hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes all turned their eyes to the group of villagers with dull faces, and there was an unconcealed ecstasy in their eyes.

As long as you follow them, you will definitely be able to find the cave ruins hidden on Qingfeng Ridge.

Those who practice martial arts have a certain ability to see at night, and those with poor skills also bring lighting things such as fire folds, and a group of people follow those soulless people deeper and deeper. Wang Chan hung at the end of the distance, wanting to see what was going on and whether things were really as mysterious as Meng Tian said.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as Wang Chan, most of these are masters of the second-grade realm, and they are naturally more calm than those miscellaneous fish. It's just that up to now, Wang Chan hasn't seen the figure of the six gates, and the guards of the City Lord's Mansion and the people from the Flying Dragon Gate haven't seen it either.

Everyone walked through the hillside and began to walk towards the shady side of Qingfeng Ridge.

At this moment, a thick fog suddenly rose in the middle of this mountain range, Wang Chan and the others only felt a flower in front of them, and when the white mist dissipated, the lost people had completely melted into the night.

The bleak autumn wind swept away the barren grass and dead trees, but there was still a figure in Wang Chan's eyes.

There were people in the rivers and lakes who were close to each other, and they also disappeared together.

"Senior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Sun, where are you!"

......

A few of their companions who were still outside shouted loudly, trying to get a response from their own companions. The dead silence of the night, without the slightest reaction. Some are just echoes of the loneliness and emptiness of the night.

The night seemed to open a bloody mouth to Wang Chan and them, engulfing everyone.

"Things are really too weird, the fog just now came too coincidentally, but where did that group of people go?" Wang Chan frowned tightly, he didn't believe that so many people could disappear silently in front of him at the same time.

Wang Chan stood on the hillside, looking down, and there was darkness everywhere he looked, and there was nothing else.

And that group of people from the rivers and lakes originally came for the so-called Dongtian Ruins, and now they saw someone disappear in front of them, which confirmed the correctness of the news. Although the whole thing in front of him is all weird, the people in the rivers and lakes believe in seeking wealth and danger, and a few of them are bold and don't even want to think about it, so they go straight down.

At this moment, the white mist reappeared.

When the white mist disappeared, so did the people!

After that, people walked down one after another, and Wang Chan found that whenever someone went down to a distance of about ten meters, there would be that strange white mist. And in the end, without exception, people disperse with the fog.

There were fewer and fewer people beside him, until in the end, only Wang Chan and Luoluo were left, standing alone on the hillside.

When the night wind blew, Wang Chan picked up a stone from the ground and threw it down, the stone easily flew over a distance of ten meters, and finally fell to the ground with a "clang" sound. This time the white fog did not appear.

"It's kind of interesting. The corners of Wang Chan's mouth rose slightly, revealing an intriguing smile.

He had heard Meng Tian say that the Six Gates had adopted a method, that is, to let the red carp catcher who was about to go down have a hemp rope tied around his waist, and the other end held in the catcher on the hillside. But the result is the same as Wang Chan's experiment just now, the dead thing did not disappear, but the person disappeared.

"Brother Wang, are we going down?" Luoluo looked up at Wang Chan and asked.

"No, we can go back. "The purpose of Wang Chan's trip has been achieved, there is no need to risk it, then he just needs to go to that dormant volcano to cultivate quietly and break through the fourth level of his golden bell jar.

But when Wang Chan turned around, he found two malicious eyes looking at him. One of them, Wang Chan, had seen Yang Jun, a closed disciple of the head of the Flying Dragon Sect.

"It's really you!" Yang Jun stared at Wang Chan and said viciously.

There was an old man standing next to Yang Jun, looking up at Wang Chan along Yang Jun's line of sight.

"Uncle Shi, it was this kid who snatched the golden-eyed black feather young eagle, and I was originally worried that he had something to do with the Moyang Song family, but now that the matter has been clarified, he has nothing to do with the third son of Song, but it was just a meeting in Pingshui. Yang Jun said coldly.

"Boy, hand over the young eagle and cut off your arm, I can spare your life. The old man glanced at Wang Chan coldly and said lightly. As the Great Elder of the Flying Dragon Gate, Xiao Qian has the ability to be proud.

However, this seems very ridiculous in Wang Chan's opinion, the old man in front of him, but the peak of the second grade, it seems that he can't break through in this life at such an old age, as for Yang Jun, he didn't even have the courage to sword him in the cave of the golden pupil and black feather eagle last time, can he still be expected to defeat Wang Chan now?

After Yang Jun got the news of Wang Chan, he immediately rushed here. Although there was a feeling in his eyes that the road was narrow, Wang Chan was ready to leave here immediately, and he didn't plan to deal with him at all.

"Boy, didn't you hear what I said?"

Seeing that Wang Chan ignored him at all, Xiao Qian was furious and raised his hand to blast towards Wang Chan's chest.

Wang Chan stood up and slapped him.

The palms intersected, and there was a dull sound, and the wind was blowing and the leaves rustled around them.

Xiao Qian felt a huge force coming, and he took seven steps back in a row before he stood firm, only to see that every other step left a deep pit on the ground, and raised his head to look at Wang Chan, his face was full of horror.

The reason why Xiao Qian was able to sit in the position of the Great Elder of the Flying Dragon Gate was naturally not because of his high martial arts. As a second-rate force, although there are almost no innate masters, there are still some first-class masters. He can have today's status because of his old age and qualifications, but at the same time, he has made great contributions to the sect, and many of the first-grade masters in the sect are his juniors.

Moreover, Xiao Qian has been stagnant in the second-grade realm for thirty years, and the strength of his internal strength is not weaker than that of ordinary first-grade realm masters.

But at this time, he only felt that his whole body was surging with qi and blood, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he knew that he had broken more than two lower ribs in his left side without looking.

"Die!"

Only a dragon's groan sounded, and Yang Jun drew his long sword and flew towards Wang Chan.

The sword light in the sky lit up and fell like moonlight.

But Wang Chan didn't even bother to look at it, the bloody knife on his waist came out of the sheath, and the blood directly shattered the sword light in the sky, and slashed at Yang Jun.

With a knife to retreat the Yang army, Wang Chan didn't care about the other party's life and death, and was about to leave with Luoluo.

Rumble!

At this moment, the entire Qingfeng Ridge suddenly shook violently, as if a landslide and the ground cracked.

Not good!

Wang Chan's heart was tight, his face was a little pale, Wang Chan was a little restless from just now, and he always felt that something bad would happen, and now it was finally fulfilled.