Hazy, hazy. Bai Mingming slowly opened his eyes, and in front of his eyes, a street appeared, with people coming and going, and there was a lot of traffic.

The people on the road are very strange. Everyone went their separate ways and did not speak. It was a busy street, but it was surprisingly quiet without the noise.

Bai Mingming walked forward, and he found that the people on the road didn't look at him. It's like a ghost, unnoticed.

Bai Mingming didn't think it was anything, so he kept walking all the way, and kept walking and walking, until he came to a teahouse and stopped.

That teahouse was only two stories and not very tall. On the signboard of the teahouse, the words "Drunken Breeze" are written, and it is clear that this is the name of this teahouse.

When the three words "drunk breeze" were reflected in Bai Mingming's eyes, he couldn't help but calm his body. At this time, his whole body was weak and weak, his hands kept shaking, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his lips trembled and muttered, "This is not ......"

"Help, help!" Suddenly, a man in a straw coat stumbled and rolled on the ground. Behind him, there was a row of black horses, and in the middle of the black horses, there was a white horse.

The white horse was noble, not as vulgar as the black horses on either side of it. But it doesn't have the domineering atmosphere of a dark horse, but it has a cold feeling, noble and cold.

The man on the white horse is also very elegant and noble. The man was dressed in white, with a pair of boots like a silver moon, a white hair, and a long sword like snow hanging from his waist. The man sat on a white horse, as white as a patch, and if he were walking on the snow at this time, I am sure that few people would have noticed it.

The man on the white horse is very cold. He said coldly, "Catch me back." ”

"Ahh Soon the man on the black horse took him over.

The man on the white horse slowly turned his horse's head and was about to go back. Suddenly, an astonishing scene happened. I saw that the man in straw clothes who was escorted overturned the man on the black horse when the man in white did not pay attention.

The man in a straw coat, wearing a pair of straw sandals and a gray cloth color, revealed his very mediocre atmosphere. But he was able to overturn the two people on the black horse without much effort.

"Bold!" the man in white turned his horse's head back and shouted angrily, "Escort him back for me!"

Suddenly, a row of black horses rushed towards the man in straw. But the man in straw did not panic, but sneered. I saw that he took out a few bead-like things from his pocket, and then threw them forward, and they detonated.

It turned out that those bead-like things were gunpowder. Suddenly, the people on the black horses were blown upside down, and they lay on the ground unable to move. And at this street intersection, a small fire was also ignited, and the people on the street were also in a panic and ran their own ways.

Soon, the slightest flame gradually spread, and the whole street was lit with a raging fire.

"Hahaha...... "The man in straw clothes laughed loudly, "Lao Tzu is going to burn this town." With that, he threw a few more gunpowder at the street stall. A few explosions led to another fire.

"Look for death!" the man in white stood on tiptoe and flew off his horse. A palm slapped straight at the man in straw. That palm seems to be very ordinary, but there is a strong killing intent in it. At this time, the man in white felt that the person in front of him was no longer something that could be solved by arrest, but had to be killed on the spot.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man in straw clothes rolled over and staggered away from the palm. "It's so dangerous, this kid is simply going to kill Lao Tzu!" the man in straw rejoiced.

The fire had spread to half of the town, and the black smoke was almost smoking. The man in white stood in the midst of the raging fire, his eyes were very cold, but there was a very heavy killing intent. He said coldly, "You can't leave anymore." ”

The man in straw smiled, "Try it!" He took out a few more gunpowder from his pocket, threw it in front of the man in white, and exploded.

The man in white was on tiptoe and dodged very lightly. He flipped his palm, and a white light appeared in the palm of his hand. With a palm, the white light touched the sky, and the white light was boundless.

The man in straw was shocked, turned over several times in succession, and took more than ten steps back, only then did he barely dodge this palm. In front of him, a large seal was blasted out, but it was not a palm print, but a holy lotus seal.

"The white lotus palm of Kunlun Mountain really lives up to its name. The man in straw was panting and boasted. His condition at this time is very bad, he is not the opponent of the man in white at all. Even if he tried his best, I am afraid that he only had a 10% chance of winning. So, the best thing to do now is to run away!

The man in straw sneered and shook a few gunpowder, "Farewell!" The gunpowder exploded, restraining the man in white for only a second, but this second was enough. The man in the straw coat was a little on tiptoe, and he fled.

"If you want to run, there's no way!" Seeing this, the man in white was on tiptoe, and he also carried light skills and chased after him. The light skill he learned was the snow treading without a trace of the Tianshan Sect, and it was one of the best among the light skills.

Everything that happened in front of him had been seen by Bai Mingming. He looked at the man in white's light steps, which were as light as stepping on snow, gradually disappearing into his eyes, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he choked up, "Senior brother......"

It turned out that the man in white on the white horse was not anyone, but Bai Mingming's senior brother, Bai Hua. However, the Bai Hua who disappeared in front of him was the Bai Hua who had not yet met Bai Mingming. And the grass-clothed man arrested by Bai Hua was not an ordinary person, it was the gunpowder master, the rebel of the Thunder Gate, who was killed.

However, Lei Qianzhi was already dead twenty years ago. And this town, too, was burned down twenty years ago.

The corners of Bai Mingming's eyes were moist, "Could this be...... A dream?"