Xuanyue Cave has discarded old things here for I don't know how many years, the vast valley is about to be filled, all of them are discarded by monks, lifeless, turbidity rising.

The fire god furnace in Yan Kuan's palm bloomed, and the terrifying fire erupted and swept the entire valley, and in the endless firelight, most of the sundries turned into flying ashes, and a strange light floated out and fell into Yan Kuan's hands.

This is a piece of remnant jade that can be the size of half a palm, and it is obviously incomplete. Holding it in his hand, he suddenly felt an ancient and desolate atmosphere, giving people a strange feeling.

"Lihuo Sect and Xuanyue Cave have been solved, and then there is Qingxia Gate, I can't sweep away the filth of this world, but since I have encountered it, then I will destroy it all!"

Yan Kuan casually put away the remnant jade, and then drove the other sect that flew away from the Fire God Furnace to this oasis, Qingxia Gate.

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Hundreds of miles away from Qingxia Gate, in an oasis with a radius of more than ten miles, there is an ancient stone village. Looking out from the stone village, at the end of the horizon, there is a lonely mountain, thousands of meters high.

The place where this high mountain is located, with no dirt and no vegetation, is completely rocky. The huge stone mountain, with its bright purple color, gives people an incomparably condensed feeling.

Outside the ancient stone village, the sound of people shouting and neighing broke the long-lost peaceful life, and the people in the village panicked.

"Chen Dabeard is here, he has brought more than a dozen people, hide quickly, hide the old and young, and the young and strong are all holding the guys."

"The bandits who kill a thousand knives know how to bully the people, why don't they go to those sects to loot and bully the soft and afraid of the hard."

"Many of them are from those sects, and they all have big forces behind them, and they are complicit and embarrassed."

Many young and middle-aged people in the stone village organized the old and young to hide, and then rushed to the gate with sharp knives, and many knights had appeared outside the gate.

These people's mounts are not ordinary horses, they are all shining, tall and long, very burly, this is a dragon scale horse, the shape is like a horse, the body is covered with green scales, four or five thousand miles a day, it is the favorite of the Northern Regions Liukou.

The young men in the village were very tough, and when they saw those rogues coming, they had no fear, and they were all ready to fight. Some of the old people had sad faces and solemn faces. Outside the stone village, the dust rushed to the sky, and dozens of horsemen and horses came close in the blink of an eye, and people shouted and neighed, and there was a burst of murderous energy.

These people were all riding on dragon-scale horses, their cyan scale armor flashing, hideous and fierce, and each of them smelled of blood. It's obvious that this is a gang of murderers who have killed a lot of people, and they are much more ferocious than ordinary rogues.

At the head of the dragon scale horse sat a bearded man about forty years old, with curly hair fluffy, like the sideburns of a lion, and he looked fierce.

"Get out of the stone village!"

"Dare to wait for us with a knife, you are really tired of being crooked."

Some people in this group of rogues shouted, and when they saw that the people of Shizhai were actually holding knives, they all looked bad.

An old man came out of the crowd, stood inside the stone village and shouted outward: "Everyone, adults are angry, who does not carry a knife in the northern regions, we have always been like this. ”

As he spoke, he opened a cloth bag, and it suddenly shone brightly, drawing the eyes of all the outlaws.

"My lord, this is the source of our stone village's preparation."

"The quality of these sources is still in the past, old man Zhang, you are not small."

The bearded rogues stepped forward with dozens of rogues, their eyes full of greed. The source in the cloth bag is about more than two catties, full of colors, overflowing with aura, and the colorful glow flows.

The bearded Liukou copied the source on the ground into his hand, weighed it slightly, and then revealed a sneer, "Old man Zhang, the quality of the source is good, but the quantity is not enough." Five catties, this time we want five catties, you don't even have half of them here. ”

"Five pounds! Isn't it two pounds? ”

The old man surnamed Zhang suddenly changed his face when he heard the words of this group of rogues, and the young man behind him was also in an uproar. Five catties of sources, the entire stone village is sold and there are so many sources.

"What are you arguing about?"

The bearded man carried a horsewhip and nodded on Zhang Wuye's head, "Zhang Lao'er, I have long heard that you are an old man with extraordinary eyesight and some skills, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a few days, but in your village, let's have some girls, I heard that the fool's sister in your village is good, bring it out for me...... Hahahaha......"

The bearded rogues laughed, and a group of rooks were also laughing, and then they were ready to overturn the protection in front of the stone village and rush into the village.

"Rest Rest Rest Rest Rest ......"

Just as this group of rogues was about to forcibly break into the village, a large roar suddenly fell from the sky, and dense stone spears nailed all the rogues to the ground, but the dragon scale horse next to them was not hurt at all.

A long figure fell from the sky, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with an extraordinary temperament, looking at these rogues with disgust.

"Who are you, to know where we come from? We have a big heritage. ”

The bearded rogue was fierce on the ground, he had been rolling in the pile of dead people all the year round, his intuition was very sharp, he knew that there was more luck today, and he intended to use the power behind him to intimidate the young monk who suddenly appeared.

"Qingxiamen? I just extinguished it. ”

The young man's voice was cold, and he casually took out a remnant jade from this person's body, and then he nodded to everyone in the stone village, and then flew towards the bright purple mountain in the sky.

"Old man Zhang, you guys, quickly open the stone village and take us in to treat ...... What are you going to do...... Ah......h

When the bearded rogue saw the young man leaving, he threatened the people in the stone village to get help, but he was greeted by a knife with a bright handle.

The people of the Northern Regions are fierce, and these villagers are already brave, but they just didn't have the strength to destroy them before. Now from the young man's mouth, he knew that they had even been wiped out of the backstage, so how could he let go of these bloody guys.

"Nine dragons arch a pearl, such a natural array, it is really mysterious."

On the huge purple mountain, Yan Kuan circled and flew, and compared with the two pieces of broken purple jade in his hand, he saw more extraordinary.

"Qingxia Gate is destroyed, and there are only Luoxia Gate and Seven Star Pavilion left, all of which have achieved good names, but why don't they do anything."

Yan Kuan put away the two pieces of imperial jade floating with Ruixia, and then flew towards the other oasis.

On the land of the Northern Regions, many people live in poverty like the people in Zishan Stone Village, who are exploited and oppressed by rogues and local small sects, and are even often wiped out by Liwei.

Yan Kuan alone can't solve all the rogues, but just the few bullshit factions around Purple Mountain, since he let him run into it, he will be wiped out, who let them get in the way. As for the rogues around him, he doesn't need to do it one by one, just cultivate some people.

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In the early morning of the second day, in the center of the stone village outside the purple mountain, the old man surnamed Zhang, who spoke on behalf of the stone village and Liukou yesterday, was bowing to the mountain in the morning glow.

"Hugh!"

Suddenly, a glow of light descended on the stone village, and a figure appeared beside the old man surnamed Zhang.

"Old man. This is not to be done. ”

Yan Kuan called softly, and the old man, who had already heard the movement, turned around, and when he saw that it was him, he hurriedly called out to Engong to prepare to bow down, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man surnamed Zhang.

"Engong came here for the sake of the Purple Mountain."

The old man surnamed Zhang was supported by Yan Kuan, and he gave up after failing to bow down several times, and then pointed to the mountain in the distance, sighed and persuaded him: "I know that Engong is a master of the world, but this purple mountain is an ominous place."

My ancestors once said that in the whole of the North, no one can provoke it. ”

"Your ancestors were."

Although Yan Kuan knew about Zhang Wuye's ancestor, he still pretended to be curious, mainly to prevent the old man from thinking too much.

"Speaking of which, I'm not afraid of Engong's jokes, the old ancestor was also famous in the Northern Regions, and he was the last generation of Yuan Heavenly Master. It's a pity that the inheritance of the Later Source Technique was lost, and when it was passed to the old decay, there was only a little fur left. ”

Zhang Wuye sighed and said: "Relying on this little skill passed down from his ancestors, he is also a famous source seeker within a radius of thousands of miles, if it weren't for the frequent raids and disturbances of the rogues, the village would barely be able to survive." ”

"The ancestor of the old man is actually the Source Heavenly Master."

Yan Kuan asked more curiously, and Fifth Master Zhang knew everything, except for some things about Zishan and Yuantianshu, the rest were basically said. And in this process, the relationship between Yan Kuan and Zhang Wuye has also become much closer.

"Fifth Master Zhang, you said that this stone mill was left by your ancestor of the Source Heavenly Master."

Yan Kuan helped Zhang Wuye to walk in the small courtyard, and when he came to a stone mill, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes flashed with golden light.

Zhang Wuye's heart moved when he heard his words, looking at Yan Kuan's performance, as if he had thought of something, and recalled again, "Engong has found something." ”

"This is the source stone, which has been transformed into a source stone for stone tools, or there is a divine source, the old man, your ancestors are really extraordinary."

Yan Kuan's eyes lit up, and he picked up the stone mill and examined it carefully, perceiving the source art formations crisscrossing the stone mill as if they were natural, and after a while, he said to Zhang Wuye: "Zhang Wuye, can you help me collect all the stone tools in the village." ”

Zhang Wuye nodded again and again, "If you can help Engong, the little old man should serve himself." But what the ancestors left behind, specific...... It has not been counted, and it will take some time. ”

Zhang Wuye's fingers trembled a little, his ancestors were a generation of strange people, the last generation of Yuan Heavenly Master. There are things in the stone tools left by this ancestor to future generations, and you can think of it with a little brain, and the things here must be extraordinary.

He then walked outside the courtyard and found two young men who had ordered the whole village to move, and the ancient stone tools were turned out and gathered in the courtyard of Zhang Wuye's house.

After a short period of time, in the small courtyard of Zhang Wuye's house, all kinds of stones were piled up into hills, most of which were foundation stones. Zhang Wu knew that Yan Kuan was not a mortal, so he naturally treated it carefully, for fear of missing something.