The young man was stunned by the oncoming tiger head hook, and stretched out his finger to be a little calmer.

This rotten silver tiger head hook is one of the "nine soldiers" of the Huang family's secret tradition, which cost almost one-tenth of the family's family foundation at the beginning, and it took more than 20 years to refine, and it has been passed down for more than 300 years for four generations. But as soon as the silver hook came into contact with the faint light of the young man's fingers, it immediately turned into a pile of powder and sprinkled on the surface of the lake.

The young man easily destroyed the tiger's head hook, and it seemed that he had only done something insignificant, and he did not take it to heart. He turned and leaped, landing in the clearing next to the crowd.

A young man beside Huang Murong stared at the young man, his face was frightened, and then he shouted in a panic, "Yes... It was someone from the Song family who came in. ”

Huang Zhengtu was stunned, his eyes widened, and then his blood and qi surged, like a red morning glow. He roared angrily, raised his serpentine sword and slashed at the mysterious young man, with a fierce momentum.

Of the more than ten people standing behind Huang Murong, four or five hesitated, but their legs were nailed to the spot, and the remaining five or six hesitated slightly, all of them pulled out various Qimen blades from their sleeves and rushed up with Huang Zhengtu.

Huang Zhengde, who was lying on the ground, turned pale, and hurriedly struggled to stand up, and hurriedly retreated in the direction of the bamboo house. It's just that although the evil qi in his body has disappeared, his body has not recovered in the end, and he fell to the ground.

Huang Murong looked at it and shouted, "Wait...". Before he could finish speaking, the six or seven people who rushed forward all "plopped" and "plopped" and fell crookedly to the ground, covering their heads, hands and feet, and moaning incessantly.

It turned out that the young man waved his hand, and an invisible wall composed of moon-white light appeared in front of him. Huang Zhengtu and more than a dozen other people rushed into the wall, only to feel that it was stronger than fine iron, and almost shattered bones under the collision, and they could no longer move.

Huang Murong said loudly: "Don't panic. Look carefully, this is by no means a person from the Song family. Everyone was dizzy, and they looked up at the young man in front of them blankly.

This young man is tall and tall, with a graceful demeanor, wearing a dark Taoist shirt and stepping on cloud brocade and dark cloud boots. Although the shape and color of the dark dark clothes on his body were somewhat similar to the Song family's clothing, the ornamentation revealed an indescribable mystical meaning, and no one present could recognize it. A pair of dark cloud boots are very different from the fox skin boots of the Song family. The neckline of the clothes was not embroidered with the family emblem of the Song family.

The face of the person who had just shouted was embarrassed and flushed. Immediately knew that he was in a hurry and recognized the wrong person.

Huang Zhengtu rushed the hardest, holding a sword and slashing desperately. Under the slam blow, it encountered a strong rebound force, and the tiger's mouth cracked when he landed, and the blood flowed profusely. The long sword in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a pop. Looking closely, this divine soldier "Cold Frost Serpentine Sword", which had been carefully cultivated for seventeen or eighteen years, was actually bent into two at this time, like a sickle.

Huang Zhengtu is honest by nature, although he suffered a big loss, but since he took the initiative to rush up and do it, it was his mistake. Trembling struggled and threw his hand at the young man. It's just that he is not a person of articulate art, and he doesn't know what to say for a while. He raised his hands, and it looked even more bloody, which was terrifying.

The young man was slightly stunned, and took out a pill in his palm. Raising his hand and crushing it, it turned into a ball of powder and floated in the wind on the wound on Huang Zhengtu's right hand. Huang Zhengtu only felt that his palm was crispy and numb, like an ant gnawing it, and he couldn't help but snort lightly. It's just that the pain is indescribably comfortable, but after five or six breaths, not only did the bleeding in the palm stop, but even the traces of the wound disappeared completely.

Huang Murong saw the young man's kind gesture, and his hanging heart relaxed slightly. He stepped forward and bowed, and said to the young man: "The servant is ignorant, and in a panic, he mistook Zunjia for a member of my Huang family's enemy, please don't blame." May I ask if you also inadvertently lost this "Ruyi Gate"?" he said and stretched out his hand and pointed to the two rows of bamboo houses: "If this is the case, there are still a few rooms left in the bedhouse that my Huang clan built here. If you don't want to be too simple, please stay temporarily, let's work together, and we may not be able to find the mystery of this valley. ”

Huang Murong's words were not leaky, secretly testing the details of the youth, and inadvertently revealing the meaning of closeness, worthy of being a figure who has been rolling in the world for nearly a hundred years.

When the Huang people went to the valley a year, two servants tried to get water from the two-color secret lake, but only a drop of water was stained, and the two of them screamed endlessly, and their bodies emitted white smoke, but half a pillar of incense turned into white bones. For more than a year, more than 100 mouths of drinking water of the Huang family have been drawn from the mountain dew from three stone walls, and no one dares to approach this mysterious lake for half a step. It was really appalling that the young man in front of him had rushed out of this lake.

When this young man heard Huang Murong's words, his face showed doubt. I saw that an extra oracle bone suddenly appeared in his hand, and he gently pasted it on his halogen door, and said in a harmonious voice in the extremely standard Rongzhou dialect: "What did the old gentleman just say?"

Huang Murong's face froze, but he still repeated Fang Cai's words.

The young man listened to Huang Murong's words and said with a smile: "This is a backyard of my house. Isn't it ridiculous to say that you have accidentally entered this place?" he said that it was ridiculous, but the smile on his face instantly retracted, his eyes shot a sharp light, and he glanced at the two rows of bamboo houses not far away: "Tell me, how did you get into this place? It seems that you not only trespassed into my cave mansion without permission, but also settled here for a long time. This young man's edge was exposed, and Huang Murong and the others immediately felt a heavy pressure, and they seemed to be out of breath.

Huang Murong's heart swelled with turbulent waves, and he exclaimed, "You said this... This "Rongzhou Six Wonders" one of the Chunfu Mountain Ruyi Gate, is... Be... The Cave Mansion?" But after carefully looking at the young man, he recalled the rumors that had been circulating since ancient times, and he couldn't help but believe it in his heart.

There are six secret realms in the territory of Rongzhou, among which the Ruyi Gate in the west of the Rongzhou Peninsula and the branch of Chunfu Mountain is the most mysterious and ranks first. This "Ruyi Gate" is the entrance of a canyon mountain road surrounded by mountain cliffs on three sides, green bamboo and fragrant grass, blue light, quite a bit of misty and misty magical scenery. However, once someone steps into it, they will be divided and manifested in front of them. After walking around for a while, you will spin around and return to the entrance.

It is said that in history, there were no less than 100 people who had explored this "Ruyi Gate". However, if a mortal or a True Qi Realm monk gets lost, he just returns to his original place, and those who have cultivated more deeply will fall to the ground on all fours and fall to the ground and fall asleep for several days when they are thrown out by this "Ruyi Gate". These "seniors" were also embarrassed and did not dare to try again easily.

There are also people who try to climb from the cliffs on three sides, trying to get a glimpse of the bottom of it. However, this cliff, which seems to be only three or four hundred zhang high from the outside, once climbed, it seems to be in the sky, and it will never end. Even if you have deep perseverance, you will have climbed hundreds of thousands of feet to a height if you persist for two or three months. But there was still no end in sight, and finally had to give up.

According to the legend of the old people, thousands of years ago, there was a woodcutter who was collecting firewood, and he happened to see a young man in Xuanyi who was in his twenties and stepped into the "Ruyi Gate" and never returned. However, there are not many believers in such strange things.

Huang Murong hesitated slightly, and said: "When my Huang clan was in danger, I rushed into this wishful gate in desperation. Originally, it was just a fluke. I never thought I would be able to enter it. strayed into the mansion of his predecessors, and hoped for forgiveness. ”

He barely held his breath at this time, not panicking. Thinking about it in his heart, the appearance and clothes of the person in front of him were indeed similar to the legendary young man who had never returned to the valley. It is highly likely that this is his mansion. Although this man looks young, he does not know how many years he has lived. Either a master with vast magical powers, or a demon alien.

The young man smiled and said, "I can't afford to be a senior. Mr. Huang is over 90 years old this year, right? I'm just a little curious, how did you get here?"