It's not that he's too sensitive, it's that today in this foggy place, where there is no way to see.

It's a bit unreasonable for someone to come here, and nine times out of ten, it's to do something unseemly.

The disciples of Feng Yu Peak generally do not go down the mountain much, but concentrate on cultivating on the mountain.

After all, the previous fight with the Black Hand Gang caused them to lose a lot of disciples.

Most of them died because they didn't practice kung fu at home.

For this reason, Akabane Majin ordered that disciples were strictly forbidden to go down the mountain and cultivate well.

Akabane real people have spoken, who dares to disobey.

Shen Luo is out of caution on the one hand, and curiosity on the other.

In such weather, there are still people who go out, or go down the mountain to carry out tasks.

Or do something shady, if that's the case.

He doesn't want to be chased and killed by someone because he bumpersed into other people's privacy.

However, if you are safe and sound, there is no danger.

To listen to some other people's little secrets, Shen Luo is still happy to do it.

He is not a rigid hypocrite, and he will not turn away good things like this.

“…… Black Qiongmen ...... Door...... Time...... Person...... Helper ......"

Bursts of low-voiced words came intermittently from afar.

At this time, the wind on the mountain was very strong, and most of the words were blown apart by the strong wind, and only a small part of the words reached his ears.

Shen Luo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to overhear a terrible secret.

In this land within a radius of hundreds of miles, he can be called a helper.

There is only the leader of the Mafia Gang, "Ghost Hand" Yin Qi, such a great enemy of his own sect, who is heard here, which is really intriguing.

Yin Qi, in the minds of the disciples of the Black Qiong Sect, is an out-and-out bloodthirsty devil.

According to rumors, he has a tyrannical temperament and looks like a man who came out of the underworld.

However, according to Mr. Zhao, this is not the case.

Yin Jiu is a thin and handsome person, and he is not very old, only in his early thirties, dressed like a scholar.

Shen Luo thought back to his memories of Yin Qi.

I gasped in my heart, and hurriedly curled up my body even more, and my breathing became slower.

At this time, another whispering sound came faintly.

It was much clearer than just now, and the two of them should be closer to Shen Luo at this time.

Shen Luo didn't dare to speak out, knowing that if he was discovered.

There is only one way to die, and these two must be the spies planted by the Mafia in this door.

If they knew that Shen Luo was eavesdropping on them, they would definitely kill him.

Slowly, the two of them talked in lower voices, and seemed to talk to the heart of the matter.

After a few moments, the sound was amplified a bit.

But then I couldn't hear it clearly, only the whirring sound of the wind passing by my ears.

They had already walked the mountain road in front of Shen Luo, and their figures gradually faded away.

For a moment and a half, Shen Luo was still lying behind the tree and did not dare to move.

It wasn't until a long time passed that he used the transcendent perception ability of the third layer of the Immortal Sutra.

After making sure that there was no second person within dozens of feet, he slowly jumped down from the tree.

This time, he should have picked up a life.

Fortunately, he discovered the movements of the two spies in advance, otherwise he would have met these two head-on.

Judging from the identity of the other party, he must have been killed.

Although with his current skills, he can win it without much effort.

But in this way, his knowledge of martial arts was revealed.

Shen stayed in place and didn't move, rubbing his chin lightly with his fingers.

Staring at the direction in which the two disappeared, his expression was slightly thoughtful.

Judging by the incomplete content of their conversation, it seems that the other party is in the near future.

There is to take some kind of action that is not good for the Black Qiongmen, and this action seems to be not small.

For fear of being discovered, Shen Luo hid in a tree and never dared to sneak a glance.

I'm afraid that these two people are extremely agile and can sense their own gaze.

If they find out, it will be more than worth the loss.

As for the matter of the spy, he couldn't report it to the top of the sect, but he could tell Jiang Fugui.

Although he himself didn't have too deep feelings for Heiqiongmen, he was still half an elite disciple.

You can't ignore the things that happen under your nose that endanger Heiqiongmen.

What's more, he has already found Jiang Fugui, the best person to deal with this matter for himself.

Jiang Fugui's heart for fame and fortune is much heavier than ordinary people, and he has a lot of ambitions.

He has always dreamed of entering the upper echelons of the Black Qiong Sect, and cultivating more advanced martial arts has become the focus of attention.

After this incident, the road to the surface after sinking was relatively smooth.

All the way to the top of the peak, fortunately, Jiang Fugui is currently cultivating in the gate and has not come down the mountain, so naturally he saw him.

Shen Luo looked at Jiang Fugui who came out, and pulled him aside before he could speak.

The two came to a relatively remote place, and Shen Luo told Jiang Fugui everything he had heard just now.

Jiang Fugui listened to Shen Luo's words, his eyes lit up, this was a great opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

He looked at Shen Luo and wanted to ask him, since you have met.

Why didn't you take them down, but Shen Luo's words didn't mention these at all.

Shen Luo didn't say anything, and he didn't continue to ask.

After explaining these things, the two chatted for a while, and Shen Luo wanted to invite Jiang Fugui to go down the mountain for a walk, but was politely refused.

Jiang Fugui said that he was now practicing a particularly powerful swordsmanship.

There was no way, Shen Luo had to return the lost way.

After he left Fengyu Peak, he did not go directly to the Valley of No Return, but came to the martial arts arena of the Black Qiongmen.

This is the inner disciple of the Heiqiong Sect, a place to practice.

Anyway, if you are idle and have nothing to do, come here to see how those inner disciples practice swordsmanship.

In the martial arts arena, there were many inner disciples practicing swordsmanship there at this time.

When Shen Luo walked to the martial arts arena, he saw a burly young man in the front with a hideous scar on his face wielding a sword move.

They were practicing a set of swordsmanship in unison according to the moves swung by the young man.

And those disciples who practiced swords saw Shen Luo come up.

They stopped their movements one after another, and there were many disciples.

was already carrying the sword, and he hugged his fists to Shen Luo from afar, and walked with a smile on his face.

Among these inner disciples, he has seen many faces.

After all, when the Black Qiongmen and the Black Hand Gang fought before, the Black Qiongmen lost and injured many disciples.

Most of those disciples were sent to him to be healed.

So naturally he knew a lot of people, Shen Luo scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Although the grace of a drop of water is reciprocated, he only did what he should have done.

"Hello Senior Brother Shen!"

"Hello Senior Brother Shen!"

"I've seen Senior Brother Shen!"