After some delay in the hospital, it seems that these people have already begun to do something to the Lingyin Dao Temple.

Yebei walked forward with an indifferent face, the shadow followed behind him wearing a grimace mask, and there was another person next to him, that is, Huang Chongjin, this guy was unwilling to leave.

At the intersection leading to the mountain, there are six people on duty, all of whom are God of War level, and it can be seen from the clothes on their bodies that they are obviously not from the same force, and they are checking and registering the climbers.

This is the only entrance to Juncen Mountain, and everyone who comes has to pass the relevant examination, and most of the people obviously have relevant invitations and other items, and they are allowed to pass if they show their identity.

Of course, there are also many people who do not have such things, and apparently come temporarily.

"Which force comes from, explain the identity." A guard stopped a middle-aged man and asked.

"Meng Qizheng, all these years he has been practicing alone in the valley and mountains." The middle-aged man replied with a smile on his face.

"That's the seclusion, go over there to register, Brother Han Kang, it's your person." The guard spoke aloud to another Tsing Yi robed guard next to him.

The Tsing Yi warrior named Han Kang was a hermit, and the six guards were the family, the sect, and the hermitage, and each registered and collected the corresponding martial artist.

"Wuzun?"

Seeing the other party write the word Wuzun on the registration book, Han Kang's eyelids jumped.

"It hasn't been a long time to step into a martial artist, and now that I have been practicing hard for several years, I have reached the bottleneck of martial arts, give me another three years, and I will definitely be able to step into the god of war." The middle-aged warrior always had a smiling face, slightly humble.

"Go back, if you don't see the God of War, you're not qualified to come."

The cold words fell, and Han Kang directly ordered the expulsion.

A high-level martial artist, in a prefecture city, already has some weight, when a worship, it is easy to earn tens of millions a year, but here, he is not qualified to participate at all, except for dragging his feet, it is useless.

This martial artist suddenly showed embarrassment, as a martial artist, who doesn't want to enter the Guwu swamp to find an opportunity, but he knows in his heart that with his own strength, there is no support behind him, if he wants to go, it is tantamount to going to death, only by taking refuge in the group, there is hope.

"Don't get out of here!"

Han Kang saw that the other party was reluctant to leave, so he roared directly.

The middle-aged Wuzun named Meng Qizheng suddenly left in disgrace, and a few people nearby wanted to step forward, but when they saw this scene, they also turned around and left, obviously, the strength has not reached the God of War, and they don't want to embarrass themselves.

At this moment, in front of Yebei's group of three, there was a white-haired old man, supported by a young girl.

"Old Rong, I didn't expect your old man to come too."

Han Kang saw the person clearly, and immediately bowed a few steps forward to greet him, and his face could not hide his respect.

Seeing that the rest of the guards were standing still, obviously not knowing who came, Han Kang cleared his throat, looked solemn, and said, "Ahem, everyone, let me introduce you, Rong Tianxiang, Rong Lao, and the king-level forging grandmaster." ”

As soon as the words fell, the rest of the guards bent down one after another, looked respectful, and shouted in unison: "Elder Rong." ”

The four words of forging grandmaster are enough to make the world's martial artists respect.

"Old Rong, we didn't expect your old man to come." Han Kang whispered and bowed slightly.

Rong Tianxiang is not only a hermit, but also rarely goes out of the mountain, so this time, he was not notified.

"Take my granddaughter to see the world, after all, I am also old, and from now on, it will be the world of their young people."

Rong Tianxiang stroked his white beard, his face was full of age spots, and he was old like this, which meant that his life was about to come to an end.

"Grandpa, you're not old at all."

The girl next to her scolded, looking at most about twenty years old, snow-white skin, coupled with delicate facial features, can be called white and beautiful, but it gives people a slightly cold feeling.

"Haha...... Don't be old, go, grandpa will take you to see the world, which will be good for you in the future. Rong Tianxiang said, stepping on the bluestone steps, and the girl was supporting her.

"Old Rong walks slowly."

Several guards bowed to see them off.

A forging grandmaster, no one dares to offend, they all want to be familiar, and it is inevitable that there will be a time to ask for each other in the future.

The three of Yebei and his party were behind him, stepping forward, but they were stopped by Han Kang and asked tentatively, "Are the three of you with Rong Lao?" ”

"I don't know them."

The girl on the bluestone steps heard the guard's words, turned sideways, saw the three of Yebei, gave a cold drink, and helped Rong Tianxiang to walk away.

Suddenly, Han Kang's face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted, "Register!" ”

Yebei ignored it and didn't stop.

"Presumptuous!"

Seeing that the young man in white wanted to break through, Han Kang suddenly released his golden true qi, but he was forced to retreat a few steps by an extremely powerful invisible force.

Qiang Qiang ......

Seven or eight steps back, Han Kang forcibly stopped, slowly turned his head in horror, and stared at the person wearing the grimace mask, this force was sent by the other party.

"Seal, seal the king."

Han Kang's eyes showed a look of shock.

This scene naturally alarmed the rest of the guards, and their scrutinizing eyes swept back and forth among the three of Yebei.

"The Emperor of the National Doctor."

One of the family guards, named Tang Junyan, obviously recognized Huang Chongjin and exclaimed.

Then he stepped forward, smiled, and said: "It turned out to be the imperial doctor, and you are not welcomed, you are the person who must be invited in our family, but I have not been able to contact you." ”

"Do I need to register?" Huang Chongjin said indifferently.

Although he didn't know the purpose of Yebei's trip, he had the Beiwang Sword hanging from his waist, which meant that a bloody storm would be set off at any time.

"No, no, please."

Tang Junyan piled up a smile, bowed, and pointed to the bluestone steps behind him with one hand.

The two of them are both god of war level, but the identity of the other party's national doctor is far above him, and Huang Chongjin is indeed the person they want to woo.

If you enter the Guwu Swamp, the role of a national doctor is far more practical than that of a forging grandmaster.

Huang Chongjin stepped forward, always following behind Yebei, this scene made Tang Junyan's pupils shrink suddenly, and he immediately realized that the identity of the white-clothed young man walking in front was very likely to be above the national medicine emperor Chongjin.

The bluestone steps go straight to the top of the mountain, and the further you go, the stronger the true qi fluctuation.

Yebei hurriedly climbed the mountain, and the shadow followed closely behind Huang Chongjin.

Not far ahead, an old man and a young man strolled forward, and it was Rong Tianxiang, the forging grandmaster, and his granddaughter Tian Qingyi.

Along the way, people kept bowing and saluting, and Rong Tianxiang responded with a smile, but Natian Qingyi was always indifferent and directly ignored these saluteers.

Feeling a strong wind behind him, he couldn't help but turn around, and when he saw the young man in white walking quickly, he immediately frowned.

When she was down the mountain, the other party wanted to follow her in, which made her quite disgusted.

"How did you guys get in?"

A cold snort came from Tian Qingyi's mouth, and it was determined that these people were mixed in, and it was very likely that they were acquaintances who pretended to be their ancestors and grandchildren.

Yebei's footsteps did not stop, and he passed by directly.

"Stop! You're deaf! I'm talking to you! ”