Night is approaching, and the eastern sky is dawning. Walking on the road leading to Baiyun Town, the trees on both sides sway in the autumn wind. No one spoke, only the sound of the wind whistling in their ears, and the occasional crunch of someone stepping on the broken leaves.

Suddenly, there was a string of hurried horses' hooves on the road. When everyone raised their eyes to watch, a crimson fat horse Luan Bell fluttered and galloped over. When they came near, the strong man on the horse tightened his grip on the reins, and the horse was caught off guard by raising its front hooves high and neighing.

"Huh!" the strong man's face was anxious, and he jumped off the horse and said, "Brother Wolf Warrior, something is wrong!"

"Don't panic, speak slowly!" the wolf helped the strong man tighten the reins and looked at the visitor.

The strong man bowed down and took a few breaths, and then said, "Someone has attacked the White Mountain Sect, and several disciples have already suffered accidents. ”

"What?" the wolf frowned, stared at the strong man, and asked, "Who are the people here?"

"I don't know! Those people were so fast that they couldn't see anyone at all. ”

"This!" The standing wolf's face suddenly changed, thinking of several recent bloody cases, the situation was very similar, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"It must have been done by that group of people again, it seems that the Baishan faction is more than lucky this time!"

"It's useless for us to go!"

"That's it, we people are not anyone's opponents at all!"

The dozen or so people who had returned from the temple shook their heads and sighed.

Seeing this, the green-shirted woman from the Baishan faction stood up and said, "That can't scare them!" As she spoke, she peeked at Mo Cong, bit her red lip and said, "Brother Mo Cong, Miss Liu Yun, aren't you here to save the Baishan faction!"

"Don't worry, we won't do anything," Mo Cong finished speaking, and asked the strong man again, "Dare to ask this eldest brother, have the people from the Poison Dragon Mansion arrived?"

"When it hadn't arrived, if it weren't for Mrs. Lan and the guards of the Dry Poison Dragon Family, I'm afraid the White Mountain Sect would have been bloodbathed by now!"

"That's good, big brother borrow your horse for use, Liu Yun, let's go!"

Mo Cong and Liu Yun couldn't say anything, jumped on the horse, rode the horse, and galloped away. The horse didn't recognize his life, and raised his four hooves and ran all the way to the Baishan faction.

"When did you learn to ride a horse?" Liu Yun asked suspiciously, sitting behind the horse and hugging Mo Cong tightly.

"Not on the way to your house yet?"

"Go to my house?" Liu Yun was even more puzzled, "The road to my house is full of mountain roads, how can you ride a horse?"

"Oh, don't ask, I don't have time to explain to you right now!"

Hearing this, Liu Yun raised his fist and hit Mo Cong with a hammer on the back. Mo Cong didn't care, he just cared about driving the horse.

The horses galloped, and when the sky was just dawning, I saw a large mountain rolling and blocking the way. In front of the mountain gate, there is a stone archway, and there are three big characters written on it: "Baishan School". A large road bends upward, and the mountains and forests on the left and right are shrouded in mist, and at this time the autumn wind has fallen leaves, the branches are withered, and the vision is quite bleak. The two of them rode their horses up the mountain for several miles, and the mountain road was sometimes smooth and sometimes steep, and although the horse was fat and strong, it was a little unbearable to gallop continuously.

"There's still a long way to go!" Liu Yun asked, jumping off his horse.

"It should be!" Mo Cong tied his horse to the side of the road and glanced up the mountain, but the trees blocked his vision and couldn't see it clearly.

The two of them then jumped and galloped through the mountains and forests, much faster than the horse. After walking for several miles, when the two jumped on the treetops to see, there was a magnificent building in the hermit in the mountain forest not far away, with blue bricks and blue tiles forming a piece, and the eaves and corners were connected with each other.

"Mo Cong, you see we've arrived!"

"Yes, but it looks quiet!" Mo Cong also saw a plaque hanging on the gate of the blue brick courtyard, "White Mountain Martial Realm".

"Maybe they've been beaten away by the people of the Poison Dragon Mansion!"

"That's good, I'm most worried about my aunt right now, as long as she's safe!"

Saying this, the gate of the White Mountain Sect appeared in front of him. A tall gatehouse is very imposing, and the two vermilion lacquer gates are tightly closed. Someone on the gatehouse had already seen Mo Cong and Liu Yun.

"Open the door!

"Wait for the Poison Dragon Mansion!" the people inside whispered to the people around them: "They said they were from the Poison Dragon Mansion, do you know each other?"

"I haven't seen it," the person who spoke was obviously an ordinary strong man from the Poison Dragon Mansion, and naturally he hadn't seen Mo Cong either, and said to the people from the Baishan faction around him: "It means that two young people came by water, you ask what their names are." ”

When Mo Cong knocked on the gate, there was a flurry of footsteps in the courtyard, but after a while, it was quiet again, and someone asked from inside, "What are your names?"

"My name is Mo Cong, if you have to go back, I will say that Mo Cong and Liu Yun have arrived!"

"Wait!"

The footsteps inside the door hurried away, Liu Yun shook his head and smiled: "It seems that he was scared!"

"Who is not afraid of things related to the life of the family!"

Hearing this, Liu Yun's eyes blinked, and he said with a sneer: "I ask you a question." ”

"What's the problem!" As he spoke, Mo Cong saw that a few strands of hair on Liu Yun's forehead were glued into a lock, and helped her tidy it up.

Liu Yun glanced at him and said with a smile: "If I and Chu Ci are in danger at the same time, which one will you save first?"

"That can't be. Mo Cong said casually without thinking about it.

"Huh!" Liu Yun frowned, obviously a little displeased, "What if?"

"I'll save you first. Mo Cong's eyes turned.

Hearing this, Liu Yun was full of suspicion, thought for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "Why?"

"Because you're more powerful, I'll rescue you first, so I'll go with me to save my sister!"

"you!"

As he spoke, a crack was owed to the gate, and a senior guard from the White Mountain Sect and the Poison Dragon Mansion inside first stretched out his head to look left and right, and lowered his voice and said, "Come in!"

As soon as Mo Cong and Liu Yun entered the gate, the two vermilion lacquer doors slammed shut, and someone immediately went to the latch.

"Mo Cong, Yun'er, why did you two arrive?" Mrs. Lan looked at Mo Cong's clothes that were already in tatters, and saw Liu Yun's gray face, she was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Are you guys in trouble?"

"Auntie, you don't have to worry, it's just a little trouble. ”

Mrs. Lan didn't believe it, and just wanted to ask again, when the old head of the Baishan Sect came to greet her with a group of disciples. The old boss arched his hand again and again: "Welcome! Welcome! Alas, Mo Cong, I haven't seen you grow so tall for a few years," After speaking, the old boss shook his head and sighed: "If my little tiger is still there, it should be about the same height as Mo Cong!"

I haven't seen him for a few years, but the old head has aged a lot, and recently there was an accident in the sect, and his face was even more depressed. After a few words of greeting, the group entered the reception hall of the Baishan faction, and the head of the Baishan faction who did not come to the aid was seated in the hall. However, Mo Cong and Liu Yun immediately rushed to the depression of the atmosphere. The faces of the people in the hall were gloomy.

"Auntie, have you fought with those people?" Mo Cong asked suddenly.

Hearing this, the people in the hall seemed to be frightened, and they all looked panicked.

"We've fought each other, but those people are so powerful that they killed the four of us in the blink of an eye!"

"What about them?"

"Alas, they don't show up at all, they're in the dark, we're in the light, we can only wait. ”

"That's it!" As soon as he heard what Mrs. Delan said, and heard the discussion of the people in the house, Mo Cong had a number in his heart, "It seems that this is not the old way, if he comes, I'm afraid there will be no living mouth here!"

"Auntie, let's go find out!"

Before Mrs. Lan could rush forward to dissuade her, a disciple of the White Mountain Sect ran into the hall, and the person who came looked panicked and exclaimed, "Master, it's not good, two more have been killed in the south." ”

"What?"

Hearing this, everyone stepped forward, and the nervous look on their faces was no less than that of the disciple who reported the news.