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In the mountains outside Sioux City, the clear glow of the moonlight made the mountains more and more lonely.

Ye Qinghuan and Zhou Hu wore black robes to cover their faces. The two waited here for a long time, and the other party made an appointment to trade here.

"Ye Gongzi, it's past the hour." Zhou Hu reminded. He watched cautiously around him.

Ye Qinghuan held his hands on his chest, held the long sword in his hand, and leaned against the big tree. He said slowly, "Wait a little longer. Since the other party has made an appointment here, they will not miss the appointment. ”

Zhou Hu nodded, he felt that this matter was more interesting than giving a bodyguard.

A child is worth 1,000 taels of silver, which is several times higher than the black market. Even the family who sells girls in the Qinglou only gets about three hundred taels.

Obviously, this buyer is not here to buy these children.

"Here we are." Ye Qinghuan spoke.

The next moment, a black shadow walked out of the mountains, and the figure was also shrouded in black robes, and the face could not be seen clearly.

Zhou Hu skillfully stepped forward and asked, "A stick of incense, or a flower?" ”

Incense refers to boys, and flowers refer to girls. It's all the slang of human traffickers.

Zhou Hu has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he knows these things clearly, and he is also decent to say.

The other party glanced at Ye Qinghuan and Zhou Hu, and let out a deep voice. "It doesn't matter. I want children. You must not be more than eight years old. ”

Zhou Hu's mind was lively, and he immediately smiled and asked: "After doing this business for so many years, I have seen people who are older, have great strength, and have a big butt and are easy to raise, but I have never seen anyone who was small in the past." ”

Zhou Hu also wanted to say more. Qinglou wants a girl like a flower, and the gambling house wants a young man with a clever brain, like these children, only the poor family who can't give birth to a child in the mountains will buy it to continue the incense, and the silver given is very little.

It's not a good thing to spend a thousand taels of silver to buy a child.

The other party's tone was cold, and he said, "You just need to do what I ask, and the silver will naturally be indispensable to you." ”

A large stack of silver tickets appeared in the hands of the black-robed man, and at a cursory glance, there were several thousand taels of silver.

Zhou Hu patted his mouth and said with a smile: "It's me who is too talkative." Let's go and see the goods. It's up to you. ”

As he spoke, Zhou Hu turned around and walked away.

The black-robed man was none other than Fu Bo from Fan's Mansion.

Killing young children, eating people's hearts, can cure all diseases. Take the blood of the heart, fry the ginseng, and live for a hundred years.

Fan Liren's prescription is this rumor, and this rumor is also Fan Liren's prescription.

Martial law was imposed in Sioux City, and traffickers did not dare to commit crimes against the wind, and those homeless children were also heavily guarded by the Sioux City Army.

After Fauber captured the eight children one after another, he did not dare to venture into the area guarded by the Sioux City Army.

Fortunately, there are really people in Suzhou City who don't take the Su City Army in their eyes and take the remaining children away.

For Fan Liren, for Fu Bo, spending some silver is nothing. As long as you can find these medicine primers, silver is really nothing.

There is still a child's heart left, hidden in the ice cellar under the pharmacy.

There is only one medicine left, and Fauber must take precautions to find a new child.

Late at night quiet.

Zhou Hu shouted, "Hey, hurry up." Time is gone, and it won't be easy to wait until dawn to do these things. ”

Only then did Fu Bo take a step forward and follow Zhou Hu.

Airplanes!

A sword groaned and swung away!

Before the sword was unsheathed, the sword light was already flashing in the mountains.

Ye Qinghuan made a move, and the long sword in his hand flew out, straight into Fu Bo's abdomen.

"Frost extinguished!"

Thousands of snowstorms, like a blizzard on the Arctic ice field, swallow the whole world.

The prototype of the sword intent has been formed, the wind and snow are both sword light, and the sword light is also the wind and snow.

Frost extinguishing is several times more powerful than the sword taught by Li Haomiao to summon the wind and snow.

This is Ye Qinghuan's own martial art, a martial art that fuses the frost sword intent.

Fauber stopped, his heart was shocked, he was already in the wind and snow, the frost condensed on the black robe, and the biting chill pierced into Fauber's body like countless sharp blades.

Strong... Zhou Hu opened his mouth, feeling that his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word. The grand wind and snow in front of him once again made Zhou Hu realize how amazing the young man in front of him was.

What is the realm of Ye Gongzi, this is probably a height that I will not be able to reach in my life.

Ye Qinghuan took a step forward and stepped into the wind and snow. He had heard Yu Zhi say that this person could kidnap children from under the nose of Su Chengjun, and he obviously had some strength.

However, Ye Qinghuan was confident that he would be able to take it down.

At this moment, Fauber had already understood.

Traps, specially set traps. Could it be that they have already discovered my identity and found out about Fan's house?

No, it shouldn't be. Otherwise, why hasn't there been an accident in Fan's Mansion yet?

Fauber was thinking about how not to reveal his identity.

The reputation of the Fan Mansion is very important, if the Fan Mansion of the scholarly heirloom is known to have done these angry things, the reputation accumulated by the Fan family for several generations will be ruined.

The wind and snow continued to cover Fauber's body, but the light snowflakes became heavier and heavier, like a mountain pressing on his body.

The sword light is raging, and the wind and frost are rushing.

The pale frost and snow were all sharp blades, and Fu Bo raised his foot and stomped on it, a low roar erupted, and the true qi on his body erupted like flames.

The sound of gold and iron rang out.

The frost and snow covered by Fauber's body disappeared without a trace, and since it was a trap, he could not be entangled. Taking advantage of the fact that his identity was not revealed, Fauber touched the ground with his feet and flew back towards the mountains behind him.

How could Ye Qinghuan let Fu Bo go?

The figure changed, turning into a cold ice and snow and shooting out.

Everything around was frozen and lifeless.

Feeling the terrifying cold aura coming from behind him, Fu Bo turned around and threw a punch, and a fierce beast phantom pounced towards Ye Qinghuan, I don't know if it was a wolf or a tiger, the sharp and sharp claws slapped on the wind and snow, shaking away the wind and snow, turning into a diffuse white mist.

Ye Qinghuan was not surprised, and a little cold ice bloomed at the tip of the sword, and then quickly condensed into a line of cold in the air, and the cold was overwhelming.

"Binghua!"

Under Ye Qinghuan's soft groan, countless rays of light bloomed, through the ice blade, and the moonlight through the frost and snow, turning into countless rainbow-like bright lights.

The ice flickered in the mountains and forests, condensed into ice, and then burst, piercing through all the trees in the mountain forest.

Patches of woods fell, and behind the flat cuts were unimaginably sharp.

Among his peers, Ye Qinghuan's kendo was by no means inferior to anyone. is not much better than Li Haomiao back then.

The roots, understanding, and heart are all good seedlings for sword cultivation.

Li Haomiao often has a sentence on his lips - Xiao Yu'er picked it up casually, and he picked up a kendo genius, and there was no one else who had this luck.

Fu Bo only felt the breath of death rushing to his face, and he knew that the young man in white behind him would never let him go, but this realm was really terrifying.

The black robe hunted in the wind and snow, revealing a corner of his face in the moonlight.

Fu Bo ran his true qi, and the surrounding wind, snow and ice could no longer get close. At the same time, Fauber's figure suddenly accelerated, like a beast fleeing in a hurry.

But how could Ye Qinghuan let him leave so easily.

Ye Qinghuan tapped his toes on the ground, and the next moment his figure disappeared into the mountains and forests.

He has always been cultivating alone in the Taoist Academy, and when it comes to swordsmanship, only Bai Yu can compete with him in the entire Kyoto.

But Ye Qinghuan disdains to compete with Bai Yu.

It wasn't until after going north, facing the assassination of the black-clothed killer, and the persecution of the Ye family and the Shaowu Marquis Mansion, Ye Qinghuan tempered himself step by step in life and death.

The swordsmanship has become more and more proficient, and the realm has also been raised to another level.

Ye Qinghuan, who stepped into the opening of the monument, has completed a new transformation, just like reading a book a hundred times to see its righteousness. Having sensed his own kendo and created his own martial arts, he has officially stepped into the path of kendo.

"A sword leads to thunder!"

A cold voice appeared in Fauber's ears.

Immediately after that, the thunder, which was as thick as a hundred-year-old tree, fell from the sky and fell directly on Fauber's body.

A scorched earth smelled strong, and Fauber's figure danced in the thunder. He could only endure the sharp pain and paralysis caused by the thunder and escape from this area.

Where did this come from, these martial arts are much stronger than You Yuanju.

Fu Bo's eyes were gloomy, in the face of such a powerful martial art, he had no idea of resisting, but even if his robe was broken and scarred, he did not shake his belief in survival.

For the sake of the eldest young master, I must also return to the Fan Mansion!

The few emotions that Fu Bo revealed were also about Fan Liren.

For so many years, he has long regarded Fan Liren as his own child.

Escape!

Fu Bo changed direction, but rushed in the direction of Ye Qinghuan. The burly body is more like a beast foraging for food in the night.

"Are you going to fight hard?" Ye Qinghuan was in front of him, ready to give the other party the final blow.

In the previous fights, Ye Qinghuan was always pressing the other party to fight, and it can be roughly estimated that the other party's realm is only the realm of opening the monument.

In the same realm, who was Ye Qinghuan afraid of?

Airplanes!

The long sword trembled slightly, and let out a sword groan.

At the moment when the two were about to fight, a phantom of a fierce beast suddenly appeared in Ye Qinghuan's eyes, and when he raised his hand to deal with it, the phantom exploded, and a puff of green smoke wafted out of the air.

Ye Qinghuan surged his true qi and swept away the green smoke, but this smoke was really weird, it was as heavy as pig iron, making it difficult to disperse.

What's even more terrifying is that the true qi in Ye Qinghuan's body is like thick mud, which is difficult to mobilize.

After a while, when Ye Qinghuan dispersed the smoke, Fu Bo in front of him was gone.

Ye Qinghuan could no longer feel the breath of Fu Bo.

"What a strange martial art." Ye Qinghuan frowned, sighing helplessly in his heart.

This time let the other party run, I'm afraid it will be difficult to lure the snake out of the hole again.

The mountains and forests were destroyed, the branches of the trees were covered with frost and exuded cold, and there was scorched earth on the ground, and bursts of white smoke came out.

The sword cultivation of the seven grades of the monument is placed in the army to take the head of the enemy general.

Fauber wanted to escape, but he finally found a chance.

Ye Qinghuan looked at the blood stains on the ground again, and the sword just now made the phantom of the fierce beast explode, and it also fell on Fu Bo's body.

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An hour later, Ye Qinghuan came to the small courtyard.

Yu Zhi, who knew everything, frowned, he didn't expect Ye Qinghuan to miss.

Ye Qinghuan said: "I was negligent. ”

Yu Zhi didn't mean to blame, he knew that Ye Qinghuan had done his best.

"You are not to blame for this. The other party kidnapped the child under the defense of the Sioux City Army, and apparently also had some hole cards. ”

Yu Zhi sighed and continued: "Let him escape this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch someone again." ”