As if he didn't see everyone, the young man of the Wind Clan walked straight to a table in the center of the restaurant, and the old man followed behind the young man half a step behind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Soon, the wine and food of the two people came up, looking at the red liquid filled in the man's cup, everyone was shocked, "Canghai tears, this person actually drinks Canghai tears, a random cup is worth a thousand gold, and the young man's table is full of jars."

One meal, 100,000 taels of gold, how domineering?

The young man chewed the food elegantly, and he hadn't said a word since he went upstairs, and he didn't seem to have changed even a trace of his expression, but it was the old man of the Wind Clan, his eyes glanced around, and he threw out a stack of gold with a cold voice.

"Old man Qingyang, elder of the Wind Clan, this trip is specially for Tianyi to protect against the dust and wind, now buy news about the autumn wind stream, one news, five thousand taels!", Qingyang stretched out a palm and said gesturely.

Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened, "Heavenly clothes and dust winds, the wind clan even came to snatch the heavenly clothes and dust winds, how much hope do we have?"

"Senior, this seems to be a bit out of order, the Wind Clan already has one of the three different blue flags, the Heavenly Blade and the Dark Wind, why do you want to snatch the Heavenly Clothes and Dust Wind now?"

The old man snorted coldly: "Boy, the old man will teach you a lesson today, what is the respect of the strong?" As soon as the words fell, the previously dissatisfied person was suddenly surrounded by a hurricane, and his body was like a knife, and in an instant, his neck was wiped off and he died.

"Can you reveal the information of the Autumn Wind Stream now?" the old man glanced around with gloomy eyes, and said with a little annoyance.

Everyone unconsciously lowered their heads at the moment when the old man's eyes swept over, and the ambition that originally wanted to obtain the Heavenly Clothes and Dust Wind dissipated a lot, "Against the Wind Clan, even if you get the Heavenly Clothes and Dust Wind, so what?"

Jun Qinghan looked at Yu Zhange, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "Is it a strong enemy?

Yu Zhange smiled jokingly, "With your and my strength, if you want to snatch the heavenly clothes and the dust, you have to fish in troubled waters, and now you have been scared away by Qingyang, can you fight the Purple Banner powerhouse?"

"I can't fight it, but I can muddy the water again, and these people have a certain amount of worry in their hearts, and they will be timid to do things, and it is easy to be led by the nose", Jun Qinghan smiled indifferently, refuting Yu Zhange's point of view.

When most of the thoughts in their hearts disappeared, and everyone looked at the dazzling gold around the old man, their eyes suddenly widened, five thousand taels, just to buy a news, it can no longer be described as extravagant and extravagant, this is the real spending.

"I heard that three months ago, the autumn wind stream began to fill the fog, and now, people are in this stream, and their eyes are only three feet", a person around said worriedly, his eyes staring directly at the gold he pushed, "What the elder of the Wind Clan said, it shouldn't be a bad debt, right?"

Qingyang withered his hand waved lightly, and suddenly a hurricane rolled up a bag of gold and flew over, everyone suddenly boiled, they saw the real sweetness, just a few words? Five thousand taels of gold can be easily obtained.

Suddenly, the voice of boiling blood came to mind in the restaurant, "Autumn Wind Stream is located ten miles behind Autumn Wind City."

Qingyang's face suddenly darkened, and everyone was also startled at the same time, looking at the man who spoke incredulously, Qingyang snorted coldly, and an arc blade slashed in the restaurant in an instant, and after spinning around the man, the blade let out a long roar, instantly wiped the man's neck, and a trace of red blood splashed into the wine glass of the young man of the Wind Clan.

From beginning to end, the young man of the Wind Clan did not change in the slightest, eating unhurriedly, and the blood splashed on the wine glass did not seem to pay attention, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Everyone looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and a trace of pity flashed in their eyes, "The people of the Wind Clan are all here, don't you know that the Autumn Wind Stream is behind the Autumn Wind City, do you want to treat others as monkeys?"

"Some people want to regard my Wind Clan as the God of Wealth, but they have to weigh their own identity", Qingyang said angrily, the hurricane on his body turned rapidly, staring at everyone fiercely, "Now, you continue to ......"

After restoring the temporary calm, everyone began to discuss loudly again: "It is said that behind the formation of the fog of the autumn wind stream, there is a lingering love."

With a wave of Qingyang's withered hand, a bag of gold suddenly flew up......

"There is a long pavilion in this autumn wind stream, which should have a great relationship with the dust and wind in the sky, but it is shrouded in green fog all year round, and I can't see anything clearly."

"Smack!"

A bag of silver flew out again and landed on a table.

Seeing the bags of silver being thrown out like steamed buns, everyone suddenly opened the chatterbox, as long as they were not too idiots, those who could catch up with the autumn wind stream all said out, watching the silver smash towards themselves, and suddenly smiled.

"There is a divine sword in the autumn wind stream, guarding the long pavilion, but anyone who comes close to Baizhang will be mercilessly killed."

"All the plants in the autumn wind stream, a hundred years of flowers bloom, a hundred years of flowers".

"Smack, smack, smack......"

The sound of gold falling on the restaurant kept ringing, everyone said a word, I said a word, watching the gold fly in, and said happily.

On the side, Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed tightly, and he sighed slightly in his heart, "I don't know what Dongfang Youchen is doing now?"

"According to the records of the Autumn Wind Stream for thousands of years, those who have cultivated to exceed the Blue Flag realm cannot enter the Autumn Wind Stream, and none of the people who have entered have ever come out."

One stone, stir up a thousand waves!

As soon as Jun Qinghan's words fell, Qingyang suddenly shot a sharp gaze towards him, "There are two people from his Feng Clan this time, if he can't enter the Autumn Wind Stream, then only the third prince will fight alone!"

Everyone's eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and Jun Qinghan's words gave them hope, "If Qingyang can't enter the Autumn Wind Stream, then what about the Young Master of the Wind Clan, kill him like this! How can he Qingyang know all kinds of cats in the Autumn Wind Stream?"

Yu Zhan Ge choked on a sip of wine, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Jun Qinghan and couldn't cry or laugh, "This thing really dares to say anything?

Does Jun Qinghan know anything about the autumn wind stream?

Qingyang's eyes glanced at everyone, and found that their expressions were all the same, and they all expressed one sentence: Indeed!

His eyes glared, looking at Jun Qinghan gloomily, and his hoarse voice became a little cold: "If you want to deceive the old man, but you need to pay the price, don't lose your life for money", subconsciously, Qingyang thought that Jun Qinghan had taken a fancy to his gold, because he was unable to associate the eighth section of the gray flag with the heavenly clothes and dust.

The people here, which realm is not higher than him, no matter how it is his turn, it is not his turn to seize the heavenly clothes and the dust.

Jun Qinghan stood up and said lightly: Yuanwu Venerable Liu Yanfeng, the fourth stage of the Purple Banner, entered the Autumn Wind Stream four hundred years ago to look for Tianyang Grass, and he is gone!

The magic knife should be invincible, a section of the black flag, two hundred and eighty years ago, entered the autumn wind stream to explore, and there was no news!

The world's sword Venerable Liu Mohan, the peak of the purple flag, strayed into the autumn wind stream one hundred and ten years ago, and his life and death are unknown!

......

Jun Qinghan faced Qingyang and talked eloquently, "These people are still missing!"

After speaking, Jun Qinghan looked at Qingyang with a sincere face, Qingyang's eyes looked at the black-robed man in front of him, and he paused word by word, "Boy, why haven't I heard of these people you are talking about?"

Looking at the old man's gloomy eyes, Jun Qinghan felt a ripple in his heart, "Why haven't you heard of it?" because he made it all up blindly, how much does he know about the history of the mainland?"

Yu Zhan Ge on the side of the table, wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, burped, his heart moved slightly, the curved bow on his forehead instantly turned into a yellow lotus, stood up, looked at the old man and said indifferently:

The Willow Sword God King Han Chenfeng disappeared in Autumn Wind City for no reason eighty years ago.

Tianyin Fairy Yue Tianyin, entered the autumn wind stream forty-two years ago......

Xiao Yuting, the son of the jade flute, died in Qiufengjian eighteen years ago, and his family searched for three years before his skeleton was lifted.

Listening to what Yu Zhan Ge said, Qing Yang's brows were obviously furrowed, he had heard all these people, and they were not bad at all with what Yu Zhan Ge said, his eyes swept back and forth on Jun Qinghan and Yu Zhange for a long time, "If you dare to deceive the old man, you will die without a place to be buried", after speaking, with a wave of his hand, two large bags of gold were smashed towards the two of them.

Yu Zhan Ge glanced at Jun Qinghan proudly, he was born in the Yu clan, and his knowledge was naturally wider than Jun Qinghan, the disappearance of these people caused a great sensation at the time, Qingyang naturally knew about them, so he was deliberately provoked by Yu Zhan Ge, so Qingyang couldn't believe it.

Qingyang believed part of it, but the people around him almost believed it, "Look at these two people, their faces are sincere, and they are still a little stunned, how can they be like liars, talking eloquently, and what they say is the Tao, how can it be false?"

And everyone subconsciously hopes that what the two of them say is true, if so, they have the slightest chance to snatch the clothes and the dust, so the two hit it off, they believe that this is true, and they must believe that this is true.

After Yu Zhan Ge finished speaking, the restaurant immediately quieted down, and everyone looked at the pile of gold, and seemed to feel less dazzling, and even regretted it in their hearts, "Since Lao Tzu has the hope of snatching the heavenly clothes and the dust, and he has told so much information, it is really a big loss!"

After a long time, the young man of the Wind Clan finally finished eating, took out a silk scarf from his cuffs, wiped his mouth, stood up and looked at Qingyang, and said lightly: "Let's go, Uncle Yang!" After speaking, he walked down the stairs, and he only said this sentence from beginning to end, and his eyes did not look at anyone present.

"Yes, Third Prince!" Qingyang's face was straight, and he immediately followed behind the young man of the Wind Clan.

When the people of the Wind Clan left, Yu Zhan Ge was relieved, stared at Jun and said ruthlessly: "You are ruthless, you dare to be so honest, if there is a little flaw, there will be two more corpses on this upstairs."

Jun Qinghan smiled undeniably, his eyes moved at will, and suddenly he applied for a meal, looking at the street outside the restaurant from the window, his face froze:

"Who is he, who kills people in the street like dogs?" (To be continued.) )