"I'll tell you," the short-haired middle-aged casual cultivator sold Guanzi, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were full of admiration, "The second brother was the same as me at the time, he was a tabula rasa, a poor jingle, and he was able to save the day, but the few fools who were left in the cave mansion were all people with a lot of wealth, let me ask you, where is this?"

"Naturally, this is the Asagama Sect. Only then did he know that he needed to cooperate at this time, so he said respectfully, and handed over an additional half-ripe spirit fruit to express his worship.

"By the way, among those few people who are quite valuable, there are two heads, and one of them is the head of this shallow mountain sect. How's it going?"

"Let me do it?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but say.

"This brother is knowledgeable, he must have read a book for a few days. ”

"No, I just like to read some miscellaneous notes. Jiang Feng missed the topic, "Wouldn't the second boss be able to go back and take those people's goods and make a windfall?"

"You've read too many books. "In that case, who would dare to go back, hehe, but if it's you," he whispered, "will you tell me that you went back to get something?"

Several people laughed evilly at the same time, tacitly, and the relationship became a lot closer for a while.

Jiang Feng listened to a few people gossiping and bragging for a while, and with the help of urinating, he broke away from the crowd and hid in a corner and thought to himself, the old people in the sect all said, Ren My Dao is to go to the Troubled Stone Sea to collide with the chance, then nine times out of ten it is to go to the "Begonia Sanren Mansion" that this person said, this person has never heard of it, on the one hand, the prefecture-level monk is not a big deal, on the other hand, it may be fake.

The question is, most of him is gone with the people of the Huadi Sect, how does the Huadi Sect exist, the head of the sect will definitely not fall into it, so who is the other leader? This relic, the head of two sects at the same time, will it be a trap itself?

He decided to wait a little longer to see if he could find out more about it, and if he could find the remains or relics of Ren Dao, the mystery of his choice might be revealed.

............

Luoyingmen, eighty miles northwest of Taoyuan City, Dudian Mountain.

A black mist fell in the sky, and as the smoke and dust cleared, a muscular man flashed out of it, and the bat-like wings behind him folded up and merged with the skin, and it was difficult to find something special on his red and strong body without careful observation.

"Old Devil, you should find a piece of clothing to wear. ”

"You're troublesome, boy, do you see that I'm not hurt this time, and my heart is a little unbalanced?"

"Where, I have long guessed that you will go well this time, how about it, I said to go to the hinterland of the Red Dragon Gate, right?"

"You're smart. He stretched out his big hand like a sharp claw and condensed two pale red demon pills, "It's far away, if you are not afraid of being besieged, you can collect all seven." ”

"Don't worry, aren't there six of them, only one missing. Chen Kun picked up the demon pill and put the four in his hand together, "Angry Wind Canyon has been in the limelight recently, should we try our luck?"

"You want to go in?"

"No, not at all, but I love the feeling of hunting in the wild. ”

"I like it very much. ”

"But, old devil, you have to do one thing for me first. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that Biyun Sect has a secret treasure, which is very beneficial to my wife's cultivation, I need your help to contain it, so I can get it." ”

"Biyun Sect?" a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Old Demon.

............

Raging Wind Canyon.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and the sky is dim, as if it has been splashed with oil paint.

Every year in this season, there will be countless sand and dust from the north, covering the sky and the sun, covering the original color of the sky, and also making the people near the canyon faint in their hearts, and the battles and frictions are often twice as much as usual, before the war of the Seven Alliances, there are still monks from the Biyun Sect, Luoyingmen and Gujianmen to preside over justice, and now the three sects have lost two sects, although the Chixia Gate and the Tianli Gate have entered the mastery here, but as if it is not their own business, indulge the battle here, and it was chaotic for a while.

Today, at the northern end of the canyon, at the junction of Luoying Gate and Chixia Gate, a group of mysterious monks came.

There were nine of them, they were low-key, they didn't ride any flying magic weapons, if Jiang Feng was here, he could easily recognize one of the monks with an obvious appearance, on his forehead, there was a vertical eye, it was the ground-level monk Liao Shencang.

"Stop!"

Walking in front was a nun, her face covered by a black veil, and above her white arms, a red-eyed frog was lying there, with a black spot that seemed to solidify on its grass-green back, and its eyes moved slightly, as if looking for a suitable prey.

"Your Excellency, we haven't reached the entrance yet. ”

A Xuan-level monk behind him stepped forward to report, and there was a quaint compass in his hand, shining with a red-gold light in the dim sunlight.

"Here he comes. ”

When everyone heard this, their colors all changed, and the six Xuan-level monks immediately gathered in one place, while the woman Qiu Nanjia, who was known as the "Left Envoy Lord", and Liao Shencang, as well as another prefecture-level monk Chen Xuanqing, flew around, and the three of them formed horns, guarding carefully.

The wind died down, everything became quiet, and the wind that was still swaying the barren grass for many years came to an abrupt halt, and the sound of the tapping of the eardrums sounded in the ears.

The voice, which seemed to carry the ethereal spirit of a late-night watch, was also like a beating through the heart, plucking the heartstrings of everyone present, even the highest cultivation of the left envoy Qiu Nanjia, there was a hidden anxiety on his fair face, and he seemed to be very jealous of the mysterious existence hidden in the shadows.

Wail!

A frog chirped, breaking the silence in the arena.

The originally solidified black spot, with this chirp, seemed to melt, turned into a cloud of black gas, running to the empty place dozens of zhang away, with its appearance, the left envoy Qiu Nanjia, who was covered with black veil, picked up seven or eight silver flying needle-like magic weapons in his hand, and quickly threw them away in the direction of the black qi surge!

Ding! Ding!

The flying needle seemed to touch the solid metal, and at a distance of five feet, it was blocked head-on, only the black gas, which seemed to be unobstructed, ran towards the depths of the grass.

Wow!

In the withered yellow and green grass, three huge fires shone one one after another, and the fires came so quickly that they exploded almost at the same time, and the black smoke was dispersed by the waves of air, but it condensed again not far away, rushing into the deeper grass.

"The wind is coming!"

Liao Shencang recited a sentence softly, and the whole person instantly sat cross-legged, becoming majestic and solemn. Three waves of qi rushed out of his body, one quickly chased towards the black mist, and the other two chose almost opposite directions, forming a left and right flanking momentum, like a fast-swimming python, rolling forward in the grass, the initial power of the air wave was not great, but it seemed to be able to absorb the aura in the air, and it grew rapidly, and after a while, it became a tornado, and the year-old withered grass on the entire wasteland was quickly flattened, or cut off by the roots, and no longer densely covered by the previous one.

Syllable!

The two waves of qi converged half a mile away, and a roar sounded, and a thin figure flashed out from the strangulation of the gale, heading straight for the six Xuan-level monks among the nine.

"The wind is back!"

Liao Shencang's expression was not flustered, the wind that was originally swept outside instantly dissipated into invisibility, and returned to his side, forming a whirlpool, becoming bigger and bigger, until it stretched to the size of fifty steps, and as his arm was slightly raised, the wind wall quickly flew towards the six Xuan-level guards in one place, guarding them in the center.

"Humph!"

The thin figure let out a cold snort, seeing that he could not make a contribution, he did not retreat, but floated in the air, folded his hands, and began to chant, and suddenly, the percussion sound that had already dissipated resounded in his ears again.

The sound pierced through the wind wall, and one of them, who had a slightly lower cultivation level, immediately bled from his seven orifices, as if he had been seriously injured by this sound wave.

Several green vines quickly burst out from the soles of the wounded monk's feet, wrapping him around the spot, and bits of green light spilled from the star-shaped blades, seeping into the wounded man's skin. The blood quickly steamed and dissipated, and his pale face became rosy again, which was the masterpiece of the remaining prefecture-level monk Chen Xuanqing, at this time, he was not wearing any magic weapons, and it seemed that there was still extra combat power that had not been used.

"Who are you, and why do you have to keep your hands?" asked the emaciated figure as he stepped back and floated in the air, his voice piercing.

"We are the descendants of Lord Tianlei Thief, and according to the agreement he made with Venerable Yuan Chu during his lifetime, we want to enter the ruins and take the remains of our ancestors. ”

"Impossible! The Heavenly Thunder Thief has long been wiped out. The thin figure said affirmatively, "Moreover, with my ancient fire, it is impossible to let you enter the cave of Lord Yuan Chu." ”

The answer to him was a painting floating in front of him.

"First-class Qi Fanyi?" the thin figure recognized the person in the painting, his voice changed slightly, but he did not retreat, "It seems that you have killed him." ”

He looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he had lost a lot.

"In this case, fate is over, like a lamp going out. I don't have to worry about the old people on the White Mountain anymore. ”

"Qi Fan has already said everything, is there still a need to fight? It's better to open up, let's take the remains of the Heavenly Thunder Thief and leave. The woman with the black veil covering her face interrupted his emotion with her words.

"It's not a small tone. The spiritual power in the hands of the thin figure suddenly appeared, and the scroll turned into a pile of powder, floating around, "Do you think that Qi Fan once had some intersection with me, and he knew the real me?"

"If that's the case," said the black-veiled envoy Qiu Nanjia, "then don't blame us for being polite." As soon as she finished speaking, the black mist that she didn't know where to chase instantly appeared behind the emaciated figure and rushed into his body.

"Don't think about it! This level of soul impact can't help me!"

The withered figure rose to the sky, and at the same time, thirty-six huge iron plate-like pitch-black stone tablets floated from all sides, and above the entire wasteland, the wind howled, as if the end of the world was coming.

He has been guarding the tomb for so many years, and he has long run out of oil and lamps, and he can't last long!"

............

Chixiamen, Langgu Town.

After flying for two hours, the group decided to rest here. The casual cultivators went out in groups to "fight the grass valley" in twos and threes, which was actually to rob the business travelers who had no heels in the past.

Jiang Feng just knew that this team also had a very earthy name, called "Chi Huang", and the leading brother was Huang Xie, a person from the Wei State, at this moment, he and Yan Baihu and Lu Hook were gathering together to discuss tomorrow's itinerary. The three of them were not interested in the drudgery of robbing ordinary business travelers, but as a military advisor, Lu Hook was often responsible for buying better quality loot from the hands of casual cultivators, and although several people did not go out, they could also make a lot of money in acquisitions.

The head of the family, who has to worry about the livelihood of all people more than me, is happy, Jiang Feng said secretly.

Guo Shucai seemed to be lame unintentionally, and said in a low voice, "Cai Shu, do you want to go to the city to gamble money?"

"Do you think my name is suitable for gambling money?" Jiang Feng glanced at him, thinking that the other party had used his name, he was angry and funny, but he didn't suffer any losses, and he had already found his way.

"Hehe, then I'll go, Brother Shu, you have to be careful. ”

"Good. Jiang Feng responded, he knew that the situation was just an excuse to be alone and prepare for a trip into the valley, everyone has their own secrets, and naturally they don't need to expose them in person, with his "little picking" character, can he gamble?

Scold!

Fortunately, he also had to secretly refine the long sword "Modi", so he needed to find a quiet place and couldn't walk with the state book. And this thing must be completed before entering the valley, otherwise it will be passive, and on the other hand, if you want to make enough to refine the seven-pointed gray crystal, you still lack a law phase, but for the time being, it seems that there is no suitable opportunity.

So he quietly left the team, found a teahouse in Langgu Town, borrowed an empty house, and did not go to a tavern or inn, where there were many people, maybe there were still people in the team.

Dead.

Jiang Feng injected the last wisp of aura into "Mo Di", and with a faint clang, this magic weapon obtained from Chu Yiming finally changed hands.

However, what kind of broken skill this is, he suddenly discovered.