Early in the morning of the second day, Zhang Peng and the four of them packed up and continued to go south, heading in the direction of Luoxia Valley.

The further south you go, the more influential Luoxia Valley becomes. Gradually, Zhang Peng and the others were able to see the outgoing disciples of Luoxia Valley in some southwestern towns! Instead of declining because of the fall of Luotianming, Luoxia Valley today has a trend that is even worse than it was back then.

Looking at these Luoxia Valley disciples who were in a hurry, they could feel that the area around Luoxia Valley at this moment did not seem to be peaceful, and there were many first-class masters among them. It seems that since the appearance of the impermanence Yama, the patrol force of Luoxia Valley has been strengthened a lot, and it is rumored that in order to avoid startling the grass and snakes, Luoxia Valley has also hired some outside masters to conduct secret investigations, vowing to get rid of this impermanence Yama!

Here, there are still more than 200 miles away from Luoxia City, if nothing else, with the speed of Zhang Peng's four people, they will be able to rush to Luoxia City at noon tomorrow! However, at this time, night has fallen, and this place already belongs to the southwest plateau zone, and the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large, and it is absolutely impossible to spend the night outside.

But now Zhang Peng and the four of them are in a barren mountain range, and there is no village in front of the village and no store in the back, this kind of situation is difficult to see in the Central Plains, but if it is in the southwest border, it is very ordinary.

At this moment, Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun were setting up a carriage and moving forward in this barren mountain range.

"Peng, where are we spending the night tonight?" Xiao Yajun asked in the carriage.

Zheng Yingjun turned around and said, "There are wild beasts everywhere here, and it's not safe to spend the night anywhere, so why don't you rush overnight?"

Zhang Peng shook his head and said, "Even if we can, the horses can't stand it, it's better to find a place to rest for the night!"

As they were talking, Xiao Yajun and the iron-faced Yanqing also poked their heads out and looked at the mountains that had been shrouded in night. A mist shrouded the mountain peaks and the bright moon, making this southwestern realm even more mysterious.

At this moment, the mountain wind was already blowing, and a hint of coolness hit, and even the horses couldn't help but be surprised.

Zhang Peng hurriedly stretched out his hand to comfort the horse, and heard Zheng Yingjun shouting.

"Haha!

As he spoke, he pointed his finger not far ahead. Everyone followed Zheng Yingjun's fingers and looked forward, only to see that two or three miles ahead, there was a small ruined temple, and through the broken windows of the temple, a glimmer of fire seemed to be visible, obviously there was already a fire there.

"There seems to be someone there!" Xiao Yajun said.

Zheng Yingjun said with a smile: "Someone is good! Someone said that it is indeed possible to spend the night! Let's go, it is estimated that this radius of a hundred miles can be used for a night!"

Zhang Peng nodded, and then rode towards the ruined temple.

This is a small broken temple, it was once supposed to be a big Buddha hall, the outer wall is painted with red paint, but at this moment the mottled red wall has been eroded by the mountain wind, the two large wooden doors that are still intact are tightly closed at the moment, the windows on both sides of the wooden door are now in tatters, but at least, this broken temple still has a roof, shelter from the wind and rain is more than enough!

Outside the ruined temple, there was a horse shed that was almost broken, Zhang Peng parked the carriage here, pulled the horse into the shed, and put some forage in the trough in front of him.

After settling the horse, Zhang Peng and the others looked at each other, and then walked towards the wooden door of the broken temple.

"Click, boom!" A thunderclap on the ground frightened Xiao Yajun's face to change, and then the wind suddenly rose, mixed with stones and dust flying in the air.

The rain of Douda instantly wet the earth, and it also drenched Zhang Peng and the four people who were still standing in front of the broken temple.

"Damn, what the hell is this weather, why is the rainstorm coming!" Zheng Yingjun scolded loudly.

While saying that, several people quickly ran to the temple gate, and Zheng Yingjun pushed the closed wooden door open. After the wooden door was opened, a wave of warmth hit instantly, making Zhang Peng and the four of them suddenly feel refreshed.

Walking into the broken temple, the iron-faced Yanqing turned around and closed the wooden door anew.

Zhang Peng and the four of them found that there were not only people inside, but also not just one group of people, but four people! Looking at the clothes and the blades on their bodies, they knew that all of them were people from the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, Zhang Peng's eyes froze, because he suddenly felt that in this warm and dilapidated temple, there seemed to be a faint killing intent hidden in the almost inaudible way! And this killing intent was stunned because of the sudden intrusion of the four of them!

Could it be that the sudden visit of the four of them disturbed anyone's big event?

The four groups of people in front of them sat separately, and at a glance they knew that they were not familiar with each other.

The largest group was seven people wearing Luoxia Valley costumes, and the leader of them was an old man over seventy years old in a white shirt, and at this moment the old man's eyes were slightly narrowed, looking at Zhang Peng and the four of them indifferently.

The other group is three people, but it doesn't seem to be from the Central Plains in terms of clothing, but more like people from the desert area of Saibei, among the three people, the leader is a young man with a bit of evil spirit, with a blue felt hat on his head. A pair of scimitars stuck in his waist. The other was a middle-aged man with a small beard, with long narrow eyes and slear, thin cheeks, and a navy blue lama robe, but this person did not look like a lama no matter how you looked at it. Especially his hands, which were curled up in his sleeves and did not show half of them, which made Zhang Peng very strange. Finally, there was a bald man with a huge round earring on one ear, a large sheepskin jacket, and a huge steel knife randomly inserted next to the big man. There are several steel rings strung on the back of the steel knife, which is called the big ring knife, and it opens and closes when it is wielded, and the momentum is extremely fierce!

The other was a middle-aged man, with an extraordinary appearance, dressed in a green shirt, with a folding fan on his legs, and he was sitting by the fire, roasting a pigeon on the fire, as if these fierce men in front of him had nothing to do with him. This fearless Yiran made everyone dare not underestimate this middle-aged man.

Finally, there was a man who sat alone in a cold corner and could not see his face, because he wore a hat on his head, and the eaves of the hat were pressed so low that it obscured his whole face. This man was slender, dressed in cloth, and was sitting with his head bowed against a pillar with his back, I don't know if he was asleep. The elbow of his right hand is propped up on a sword, but this sword seems to be very short, a normal sword is three feet, and this sword seems to be only one and a half feet. The dagger supported the man's arm like a stick. And this person's left hand is casually resting on his lap, and he is holding a copper coin in his hand!

When Zhang Peng and the four suddenly broke in, except for the mysterious man wearing a hat, who did not look up, the rest of the people raised their heads and looked at Zhang Peng and the four. The eyes of the seven people in Luoxia Valley were cold and vigilant. The three of them looked at each other with a scrutinizing gaze, and the young man led by him also showed a trace of an inexplicable smile, but this was definitely not a kind smile.

Only the middle-aged man who roasted the pigeon was stunned for a moment, and then showed a kind smile to Zhang Peng and the four of them. It seems to welcome them.

Zheng Yingjun first looked around, then grinned and said: "It's really lively! Everyone, the four of us went out to play in the mountains and rivers, but it was getting late, and we were in the wilderness, which happened to be a violent storm, so I came here for a while, I guess you won't mind!"

After speaking, without waiting for these people to answer, Zheng Yingjun took a step towards the fire. Then he sat on the edge of the fire, baked the fire with his hands, and said to the middle-aged man with a smile: "This brother, borrow a fire!"

Then he turned back to Zhang Peng and the others and shouted, "Come here, it's warmer!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Come on, come on, you're welcome, the so-called solo happiness is not as good as everyone's happiness! It's rare to have this fate with a few people, come and sit together!"

Zhang Peng smiled at the middle-aged man, and then walked towards the fire with Xiao Yajun and the iron-faced Yanqing.

"Humph!"

The old man of Luoxia Valley snorted coldly, then turned his head and ignored Zhang Peng and the others.

In the face of Leng Hu, Zhang Peng and the others didn't react, if they argued with others because of this matter, it would be too measured.

The young man led by Sebei smiled and said, "It's very lively!And it's getting more and more lively!" After saying that, he smiled weirdly, and then stopped talking!

Zhang Peng and the four of them sat around the fire to warm up, and Xiao Yajun said, "I don't know who this gentleman is?"

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, and then said: "It's just an idle person, walking around, doing nothing, it's not worth a damn!

Zhang Peng smiled and said, "We're just playing around!"

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, and stopped talking!

At this moment, I could hear the old man in Luoxia Valley snorting coldly: "Hmph!

Zheng Yingjun shook his neck from side to side, and then said casually: "Old man, be careful when you speak, don't say the wrong thing, and then ruin your old life here!"

When the old man heard Zheng Yingjun's words, he stood up and glared at Zheng Yingjun angrily, and the six Luoxia Valley disciples around him also stood up.

Zheng Yingjun turned his head and smiled: "What?

The old man's eyes turned cold, as if he wanted to kill someone.

Xiao Yajun frowned, and said to the old man: "This senior, we have never met, I don't know where we offended you, and let you threaten us!"

"It's just that you're not happy!" shouted a Luoxia Valley disciple.

Zhang Peng smiled and said, "What's the matter? Not what? I don't think it's because we're not happy, I'm just afraid that our appearance has disturbed your big things! Actually, it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want, we are just passers-by, and I don't think it's a good thing to have multiple enemies!"

The middle-aged man also laughed and said: "Everyone is walking in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable that there will be an inconvenient time, tolerate each other, and it will be over!

After that, the middle-aged man took out a few suckling pigeons from the baggage on the side, and then threw them at the people in Luoxia Valley and the three people outside the plug. He also threw one to the mysterious hat-bearer, but the mysterious man did not catch it, but let the pigeon fall in front of him.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to care, handed Zhang Peng two pigeons, and ate them by himself.

For a while, the ruined temple was unusually quiet. Only the violent storms outside, and the occasional explosion of thunder, resounded in the world.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, it was already time. The middle-aged man has fallen asleep leaning against the wall, and it is unbelievable that he can sleep so peacefully in this environment. This person is either a master of the arts, a bold person, or a heartless and lungless person! But no matter how you look at it, it is not like the latter, maybe he is a mysterious master, and it is not known!

Zheng Yingjun leaned lazily against the wall, but he didn't sleep, and his small eyes looked at the people in Luoxia Valley with bad intentions.

Zhang Peng and Xiao Yajun were still sitting by the fire, staying quietly. They both felt a little wrong, but no one spoke, but just quietly roasted the fire, but their eyes were as bright as stars, very energetic.

The iron-faced Yan Qing sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, as if she was meditating.

The seven people in Luoxia Valley seemed to be a little nervous one by one, clenching their blades from time to time, but their eyes were staring at the mysterious man wearing a hat in the corner!

The three people outside the plug each ate a mouthful of a pigeon, and from time to time took out a wine bag from their waists to pour a few mouthfuls.

And the mysterious man wearing the hat was just like Zhang Peng when they first met, holding a short sword, bowing his head, and sitting motionless with his back against the pillar!

"Beep beep pop!" The fire made a soft sound from time to time, and the violent storm outside made the already somewhat cold atmosphere even more eerie.

"Alas, since you don't want to eat, you might as well let us eat!

Suddenly, a disciple of Luoxia Valley stood up and said with a big grin. With a sword in his hand, he walked towards the mysterious man with a hat. And the purpose seems to be the pigeon that just fell to the ground. However, his pace was unusually slow, and his eyes were fixed on the mysterious man. The sword in his hand became tighter and tighter.

This ruined temple was so big, and the group of people in Fallen Leaf Valley were not too far away from the mysterious man himself, and now they were gradually approaching.

Five-step, four-step, three-step......

Now the disciple of Luoxia Valley had already touched the pigeon on the tip of his toes, and he was only two steps away from the mysterious man. The mysterious man remained motionless, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.

Everyone else unconsciously turned their gazes, and the three people in Saibei watched the scene with interest.

The Luoxia Valley disciple slowly bent down, as if to pick up the pigeon, but his right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword. His eyes were always fixed on the mysterious man in front of him.

"Poof!"

"Smack!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Four sounds sounded in a row, and these four sounds were made in one go, as if they were issued at the same time. Looking at the Luoxia Valley disciple again, he was strangely bent over, and his right hand was still holding the hilt of the sword.

"Old Five!" another Luoxia Valley disciple shouted loudly.

As soon as the voice fell, the Luoxia Valley disciple called Lao Wu shook left and right, and then fell to the ground with a "pop!"

A stream of red blood flowed down his throat. After the fifth child fell, the mysterious man was revealed, and he was still sitting there at the moment, as if he had never moved. The only difference is that the short sword he was holding just now is now out of its sheath, and the silver sword body is still on the ground as it was just now, but on the blade, a pool of red blood is still flowing down the sword body.

"Shhh

Shi Cai's four sounds, the first sound was the sound of the old five pulling out his sword, but unfortunately his sword had not been completely pulled out, and he was pressed back by the mysterious person in front of him, which led to the second sound. Immediately afterwards, the mysterious short sword came out of the sheath, this was the third sound, the short sword out of the sheath instantly slashed through the throat of the fifth child, and the last sound of the "poof" was the sound of the blade cutting through the neck.

In such a short moment, completing these four movements, and not seeing a trace of procrastination, this speed even a fast knife hand like Zheng Yingjun felt a trace of palpitations!

The pupils of the three people in Saibei shrank sharply, and then looked at the mysterious person with a solemn face.

"Bastard!"

The old man of Luoxia Valley let out a loud shout, then stood up abruptly, glaring at the mysterious person in front of him.

"Humph!"

A soft snort came from the mouth of the mysterious man, who slowly raised his head. There was also a veil under the hat, and although I raised my head, I still couldn't see its face clearly.

"Elder Fire of the Five Elements Elder of Luoxia Valley!You've been looking for me for so long, you're not annoyed, I'm tired of you!" the mysterious man said coldly.

The mysterious man's voice did not carry a trace of emotion, and it was so cold that people felt a chill in their hearts when they heard it. However, listening to his voice, he doesn't seem to be very old.

Hearing the name of the Five Elements Elder, Zhang Peng's body trembled suddenly, the Five Elements Elder knew that these Five Elements Elders were "indispensable" in the encirclement and suppression of the underworld back then!

Zhang Peng's eyes gradually became cold, and Xiao Yajun on the side hurriedly pressed Zhang Peng with his hand and shook his head slightly. Zhang Peng exhaled deeply, and his mood slowly calmed down!

Ye Yan sneered and shouted, "Impermanence Yama, what kind of deep enmity do I have against you in Luoxia Valley!

These words made Zhang Peng's calm heart move again, and the person in front of him turned out to be an impermanent Yama. And looking at this person's skills, he is definitely worthy of this name.

At this moment, it was not only Zhang Peng who was surprised, but also Xiao Yajun, Zheng Yingjun and Iron-faced Yanqing. And the three people outside the Saiwai still looked at Impermanence Yama with a solemn face. As for the middle-aged man, he was still asleep. This kind of mentality made Zhang Peng a little impressed! He is really a master who can sleep when the sky falls!

Impermanence Yama slowly picked up the short sword in his hand, then reached out to wipe the blood stains on the blade, and put the blood-stained fingers into his mouth, this bloodthirsty appearance made everyone present feel a little depressed!

Impermanence Yama stood up and slowly raised the short sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at the Fire Elder, and smiled softly, this laughter carried an endless chill.

"If you win me, I'll tell you!"

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