Heavy Thunder Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a taxi arrived, but the driver in the car quickly realized that he was going the wrong way, and secretly cursed himself in the car.

"Damn, why did you forget, there has been a martial arts conference on Chonglei Mountain in the past two days, and no foreign vehicles are allowed to enter, so they actually came here."

The driver secretly scolded that his memory was too bad, and he had to waste his fuel money when he ran here in vain.

He hurriedly stopped and turned around, just as he was about to speed away.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rolling thunder in the sky, followed by the sound of a breaking wind.

The sound of rolling thunder does not seem to be fixed in a certain place, but as if it is following a certain direction.

What's the situation?

The driver subconsciously leaned out of the window, only to see that above the sky, a large cloud seemed to be installed with some kind of tracking device, and it was moving rapidly in this direction from afar, as if it was a galloping army.

And under the cloudy sky, a slender figure is stepping into the air, with a gorgeous and rich green fluttering behind it, full of vitality, and under his feet is stepping on the avenue that seems to be paved with flowers and plants, step by step towards this side.

"Damn, what is this? Master? ”

The driver's eyes widened suddenly, he had been working overtime every day for the past two days, and he didn't have the energy to watch the martial arts conference at all, and he didn't know what he saw in his sight, but he only knew that someone with such might was not an ordinary person, maybe a grandmaster-level martial artist.

Looking at this posture, the driver instinctively felt that something was wrong, and was about to step on the accelerator and hurry away from this place of right and wrong, when suddenly a weak voice came from the direction of the back seat.

"By car, to the station."

Although the voice was weak, but at the moment it sounded, it still startled the driver, almost jumped up from the chair, looked through the rearview mirror, and saw that in the back seat of the taxi, I don't know when, there was a slender figure sitting in the middle of the back seat.

It was a handsome boy, however, the boy's face was a little strange, half of his face was as white as paper, but the other half of his face was bright red as blood, which looked extremely strange.

Is this a man or a ghost? How did it show up in my car? I didn't notice anything at all!

The driver's heart was already creepy for a moment.

The sound of rolling thunder sounded in his ears again, and he subconsciously looked back through the right mirror, only to find that the accumulated clouds were actually following and gathered over his taxi!

And in the accumulated clouds, thunder rolled, lightning flickered, and it was obvious that from time to time there would be rolling thunder!

Looking at the rest of the sky above, there was a clear sky, only above the head of his own taxi, there was a large area of dark clouds gathering, like a magnet, absorbing all the surrounding clouds.

Magnet?

My taxi drove all the way, and there was no problem at all, and the clouds were obviously followed by this young man who didn't know if he was a person or a ghost!

Could it be that this young man is really a ghost, so God will send down God's curse?

The driver was already trembling at this time, his hands and feet were trembling, and he didn't know what to do.

"Ghost ...... Uncle ghost, you raise your noble hand, don't toss me, I have the old and the young, you let me go, I'll come back and burn more paper for you......"

The driver was trembling, he had already closed his eyes, folded his hands, and begged for mercy at Wang Yan in the mirror.

However, before his words fell, the muffled sound of thunder rolling above his head disappeared.

Could it be that the ghost is really gone?

The driver opened his eyes a little apprehensively, but he was greeted by a wad of bright red banknotes.

The thickness of the pile of banknotes made the driver instantly without any fear, and even swallowed a mouthful of spit involuntarily.

"Let's drive, hurry to the station, I'm in a hurry."

Wang Yan's faint voice came from behind.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the driver seems to see the eyes of the young man in the back seat from the rearview mirror, as if there are two bright golden flashes.

He subconsciously glanced at the right mirror again, but found that the clouds above the sky were still converging, and he didn't know when it was gone, and the sky was clear without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

"What the hell, is it all a hallucination?"

The driver muttered in his heart, even if it was an illusion, the thick pile of banknotes in front of him was definitely not an illusion, he could clearly smell the smell of ink coming from the pile of banknotes in front of him.

"Okay, you're seated, I'm sure we'll get you to the station as quickly as possible."

Under the temptation of money, the driver took the pile of banknotes, kicked the accelerator, and was about to rush out.

But suddenly a sigh came from the sky.

Immediately after, a figure fell lightly from the sky, right in front of the taxi.

The taxi driver exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly twisted the steering wheel desperately, but the distance was too close, and the taxi still crashed uncontrollably into the figure in front of him.

Peng!

There was a loud crash, but it wasn't the figure that flew out, but the taxi.

Peng!

As if the taxi was a weak human body, and the figure in front of him was a big truck, the taxi overturned directly, and the world was spinning, the driver only felt like he was being lifted by something, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the side of the road with no scars on his body.

A weak voice rang in his ears.

"Zhong Zong, do you really want to stop me?"

"Wang Yan, don't blame me, I have no choice but to do it."

The figure standing in front of him shook his head, and there was regret in his voice: "You are a genius, an absolute genius, looking at the history of Great Xia for so many years, no one can compare with you." ”

"Being able to kill a great grandmaster with your own hands when you were a teenager, although I don't know how you did it, but if you look at history, no martial saint can do it."

"But, no matter what, no matter how genius you are."

"You're still going to die."

"Because you killed the son of Luo Sheng."

There was pity in his eyes: "You are too impulsive, you must know that Mu Xiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng, if you endure it for a few years, maybe with your talent, even Luo Sheng is not your opponent." ”

"However, you are too arrogant, when you were still weak, you killed Luo Zong and killed Luo Sheng's son, which is a catastrophe."

"Even if the Sikong Tianxiong Martial Saint comes forward, I'm afraid it won't be able to contain you."

"I have to make a move, because Luo Zong died in front of me, if I don't make a move to stop you, my family, my friends, and my martial arts hall will probably be implicated."

"So, I'm sorry."

"Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind?"

Wang Yan sneered.

"I've been holding back for a long time, and from today onwards, I won't tolerate it anymore."

He had been enduring it for so many days, but at this moment, he didn't need to tolerate it anymore.

His strength has all returned, and at this moment, a massive amount of true qi is rolling in his meridians, and his immeasurable sea is rolling, as if it is roaring full of battle intent.

"I am the building of the sky, if the wind wants to blow over me, I will only be smashed to pieces!"

"You want to kill me, Zhong Zong, you're not qualified enough!"