Han Leng pinched his nose with his hand, and his head was thinking, the disciple of the mountain guard was replaced three months ago, and the Qingfeng Hall stopped paying spirit stones at this time, the two were a little too coincidental, he took another sip of tea and asked: "Three months ago, apart from the change in the appearance of the disciple of the mountain guard, was there anything else that happened, did any strange people go to Qingfeng Hall?"

The bald boss only cares about his own business on weekdays, and he doesn't pay much attention to what happened at the Qingfeng Hall Mountain Gate, so he thought about it for a long time, but three months ago, it was his business that started to be bleak, so he remembered the events of those days very clearly.

"I'm really impressed by what you say. I remember that morning three months ago, two or three people in black robes came to Seifudo, and at noon, the mountain was shining with colorful glow, and I watched it with a few tea guests, and it was a truly spectacular sight. In the afternoon, the disciple guarding the mountain at the door became the ghost he is now. The bald boss recalled that there was nothing unusual that day except for what he said, and more news he had no way of knowing as a mortal.

After Han Leng listened, he also had a bottom in his heart, the colorful glow that the bald boss said in his mouth was most likely produced by the monk's fighting method, where have ordinary mortals seen spells, they just think that the light emitted by spells is beautiful, but they don't know the horror of spells.

"Boss, this ingot of silver is my tea money, you clean up and move the tea shed to another place, this place may be dangerous in a while. Han Leng took out an ingot of ten taels of silver and put it on the tea table.

The bald boss's face suddenly showed an excited expression, and his eyes became obsessed, these ten taels of silver, but it took him half a year to earn before, and he didn't expect to earn so much silver with a bowl of tea today.

"Okay, thank you, I'll leave now. The bald boss hurriedly put it in his pocket as if he was afraid that the silver would fly away, and thanked Han Leng vigorously, and then he quickly put away the tea shed, tied the table and bench with hemp rope, and left on his back.

Watching the back of the bald boss gradually disappear, Han Leng slowly walked to the front of the stone gate of Qingfeng Hall, and the monks guarding both sides of the stone gate drew their long swords as soon as they saw Han Leng approaching.

"Can't go in. One of the monks said, his voice very hoarse, as if something had blocked his trachea, and his tone was so strange that it sounded very uncomfortable.

"Don't panic the two Taoist friends, I am also a monk in the next place, and I came to visit you on the mountain, and I also ask the two Taoist friends to be accommodating. Han Leng said with respect, he carefully observed this sword-wielding monk with his eyes, only to feel that this person did not have the slightest anger on his body, and with the observation of the spiritual eye technique, he could not even see the existence of spiritual energy from this monk's body.

The disciple guarding the mountain didn't see the slightest change in expression on his face, but just said repeatedly: "You can't go in." ”

Han Leng was puzzled, raised his foot and took a step closer, his action seemed to anger the disciples guarding the mountain, only to see a faint light emanating from the long swords in the hands of the two monks, and without saying a word, he threw out a few sword lights.

Han Leng hurriedly stepped back, and his hands condensed a blue shield on his chest, blocking the sword light.

"Why don't you do it indiscriminately!" Han Leng said a little irritably after stabilizing his figure, but the two monks had no intention of explaining at all, seeing that the two of them didn't know what kind of secret method they had cast, and their originally thin bodies instantly became stronger, and a sinister aura emanated from the bodies of these two people.

This sudden change caught Han Leng a little off guard, these two monks obviously did not have aura in their bodies, how could they still perform such a strange secret technique?

But the two monks were not ready to give Han Leng time to think, after their bodies became stronger, these two people chased after them directly, and the magic weapon was covered with a layer of red light, which greatly increased the power of the magic weapon, and it seemed that these two people wanted to take Han Leng down in one fell swoop.

Originally, the two mountain guarding disciples who did not have aura on their bodies, after casting the secret method, actually possessed a cultivation comparable to the ninth layer of qi refining, such a powerful secret method, Han Leng was unheard of, he only knew now that two monks of the ninth layer of qi refining were not easy to deal with.

Han Leng didn't dare to be careless at this time, the blue light in his hand flashed, and the Cold Crystal Staff was in his hand, and the surrounding air was instantly filled with tiny droplets, circling around his body constantly.

As his mind moved, the beads at the top of the Cold Crystal Staff flashed a faint blue light, and the water droplets around him instantly turned into hundreds of ice balls, and then he waved the Cold Crystal Staff in his hand, and countless ice balls flew out and smashed down overwhelmingly towards the two mountain guarding disciples.

The two disciples guarding the mountain, facing the ice balls that shot at them, their expressions did not change at all, and they saw that the two of them danced the magic weapons in their hands, and they actually laid a tiny sword formation in front of them, and the ice balls that hit the sword formation instantly shattered into tiny ice slags, and flew out diagonally, but they failed to cause harm to these two people.

After the two of them carried the attack of the ice hockey, they rushed towards Han Leng again, and the two of them seemed to only use magic weapons to attack, and could not use magic techniques, which made Han Leng quite happy.

Seeing the two of them rushing towards him, Han Leng silently used the Wind Resisting Technique, he instantly felt that the air resistance around him had decreased a lot, this was the effect of the Wind Resisting Technique, and then he stepped on a swift snake step, quickly dodged the two long swords that stabbed at him, and also ran behind the two people in a flash.

Taking advantage of the sluggishness of the two of them and before they turned around, Han Leng threw out a huge fireball in an instant, and the scorching fireball flew towards the two monks, one of them raised the long sword in his hand and slashed at the fireball, with a roar, the fireball suddenly exploded, turning into a large spark, scattered on the ground, and the tiny sparks burned the weeds on the ground into black pieces of black.

The two monks seemed to be enraged by the fireball, and the speed at which they swung their swords actually increased a lot, and Han Leng's swift snake step, which had been blessed by the Wind Resistant, could only dodge the combined attack of the two.

A sword swept over, Han Leng did not dodge, but directly blocked it with the cold crystal staff, the sword body touched the eye of the cold Jiao on the cold crystal staff, with a burst of blue light flashed, the tip of the long sword was a thick layer of frost, and the frost has been spreading towards the sword body, instantly covering the entire sword body, the monk laboriously pulled the long sword out of the cold crystal staff, held it in his hand and shook it gently, trying to remove the frost on the sword body, but it didn't matter if he threw it, he directly shook the long sword into six or seven knots of fragments, it turned out that the frost just now had invaded the inside of the sword body, and completely scrapped the long sword。

Although the secret method used by these two monks was strange, the magic weapon used was very ordinary, and naturally it could not be compared with Han Leng's top-level magic weapon.

Ordinary monks' magic weapons are destroyed, and in most cases, they should be afraid in their hearts, but the monk whose magic weapon was broken didn't seem to be affected, as if the broken magic weapon was not his, and without the magic weapon, he condensed a bad aura on his hands, and the two still attacked together, not affected at all.

Han Leng secretly cursed a madman in his heart, a trace of anger ignited in his eyes, he recited a few incantations in his mouth, and a dazzling blue light suddenly bloomed on the cold crystal staff, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and within ten meters around, a white cold air began to appear.

"Chilling technique. ”

Han Leng shouted in his mouth, this is a spell that can only be cast with the cold crystal staff, it is a kind of water attribute spell, as he pronounced the name of this spell, the cold qi within ten meters instantly gathered more and more, and the temperature dropped directly below freezing.

The two monks in the spell felt it most vividly, their hair was covered with white frost flowers, and there were a few locks of ice on their eyebrows in their distracted eyes, and the movements of the two monks began to stiffen in this ultra-low temperature environment.

Just as Han Leng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the monk who still had a complete magic weapon actually used a sword technique, because his body was stiff in the low temperature and could not move quickly, but the magic weapon in his hand would not be affected too much, I saw him let go of the long sword full of evil energy, and the sword flew out like an arrow off the string, heading straight for Han Leng.

As the caster of the spell, Han Leng's position was only five meters away from the monk, and at such a close distance, the flying sword flew in front of his eyes almost instantly, and it was extremely likely that he would not even be able to use the swift snake step at this time.

At this moment, an unprecedented sense of crisis filled his mind and heart, he had never felt that he was so close to death, he almost stopped thinking, and felt that his cultivation career might be ending here, he was a monk in the foundation building period, and he was going to die in the hands of a monk of the ninth layer of qi refining, if it was transmitted back to the Tianmen Sect in the future, it would not make people laugh off their big teeth.

At the last moment, Han Leng relied on the willpower he had tempered in the forbidden land trial before, and forcibly exercised his mind to regain consciousness, and a special symbol lit up in the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly a purple light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, wrapping around the long sword that was only a few inches away from his heart.

This purple light is the time path method that Han Leng comprehended, with the appearance of the purple light, the long sword that shot extremely quickly, as if it had pierced into a piece of transparent tofu, the speed suddenly decreased, Han Leng also grabbed this opportunity to move his body to the right a little, the purple light was fleeting, the Dao method that he had just comprehended, the time that could be used was very short, and he still needed to improve the realm to increase the use time.

The purple light disappeared, and the long sword instantly regained its speed just now, and plunged directly into Han Leng's left shoulder, and the sword body was still halfway in, piercing out from behind his shoulder, blood gushed out instantly, and the sharp pain also hit his brain, and he showed a painful expression on his face, and then pulled the long sword out of his shoulder with his right hand, and hurriedly sprinkled the secret healing medicine to stop the gushing blood.

"So ruthless?" Han Leng's face turned pale, he secretly used his spiritual power to repair the wound inside his left shoulder, and then slowly walked in front of the two monks, he used the cold crystal staff against the arm of one of the monks, and the cold current gushed out directly, freezing one of the monk's arms into an ice sculpture, and all the meridians and flesh and blood in it were frozen, to Han Leng's surprise, this monk didn't say a word.

"Hmm, are you so strong!" Han Leng waved the Cold Crystal Staff, knocking his frozen arm into pieces, and there were black and red ice cubes all over the ground.

Han Leng glanced down, and an incredible expression suddenly appeared on his face, the color of these blood was wrong, how could a normal person's blood be black?

A frightened thought occurred in his heart for no apparent reason, and he leaned his face close to the monk's head and looked at the man's face carefully.

After seeing it clearly, Han Leng's whole person was like falling into an ice cave, only to see that this monk's eyes were blank, his eyes were hollow, and he didn't even breathe in his mouth and nose, what else could this be a dead person?

He felt extremely embarrassed at the thought that he had just fought with two dead men for a long time, and that he had almost been killed by one of them.