Who is this figure? It was the dark-skinned eighteen-year-old thin young man Lu Yinxiao. It turned out that Lu Yinxiao, who fell to the bottom of the valley, did not die!

In fact, in mid-air before, at the moment when Bu Shooting Silver was about to compete with Lu Yinxiao, the two sides had already made eye contact. The eyes of the two blinked and hidden, communicating with each other, signaling and looking at each other. Lu Yinxiao told the other party with a clear gaze and demeanor: He is too tired to compete in martial arts, and he is saving people, and he is still being chased by thousands of gangs in the Heavenly Perfume Pavilion, he really doesn't want to make a difference, and he has no intention of going to war, so it is better to postpone the day of the exchange to meet the other party's wishes. Bu Jiuyin's gaze was interspersed, and he also understood Lu Yinxiao's eyes, and with a heart of respect for the other party, he simply signaled: Okay, I also agreed with the other party's suggestion, agreed with the extension, and asked the other party to pretend to be defeated, go down to the valley to rest, and save and protect the two women by myself, promising that I would definitely be able to ensure their safety.

With the guarantee of the infantry shooting silver, and just because he was overworked, Lu Yinxiao agreed to the request of the infantry shooting silver and acted in a real drama of being injured and falling into the valley.

About three quarters of an hour later, the nervous and irritable super earthquake finally stopped, and the earth-shaking Bashu rivers and mountains were in a mess and infinitely dead.

Lu Yinxiao quickly surfaced and emerged, and then with both hands, he bounced on the water and went ashore. He has been practicing short-lived magic since he was a child, and he has already practiced the "simple" ability of stepping on snow without a trace and slapping water to ascend to heaven. Raising his head and looking up, he saw that above the peaks, the silver had long since disappeared. Looking back at the ground, the thousands of minions of the Heavenly Perfume Pavilion were all smashed by stones and their heads were bleeding, and their souls returned to their hometowns, all over the place, and there was no life left.

At this time, the right protector of the Heavenly Perfume Pavilion appeared out of nowhere, and happened to meet Lu Yinxiao, who had just walked into the valley, only to see him look nervous and hurriedly asked: "Brother Lu, I wonder if the Holy Lord is in your hands, and there is still Miss Hu? Thanks to your rescue before, the Holy Lord and Xiao Yu'er were able to escape, and I dare you to be the personal guard of the Holy Lord in the future." Oh yes, there's another thing, have you ever seen the singer of this faction, Miss Xu Ruofei?" Lu Yinxiao was asked "one question and three don't know", like a monk who was the second monk - confused, dizzy, had to shake his head violently, without saying a word or squeaking.

At this time, Xu Ruofei was still sleeping in the spring gorge at the junction of the two mountains, leaning against the stone wall, under the cover of many thick trees and vines, quietly and peacefully dreaming of some kind of incense, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She was stunned by the introductory silver, how would she know that a terrible and powerful earthquake had erupted around her.

As the sun sets, the orange glow of the sunset gradually dims, and after a while, the screen of the crescent moon radiates a dazzling brilliance, reminiscent of what is called the hot and cold state of the world, what is called the cloudy and sunny weather, and at the same time reflects the blessings and misfortunes of the world, and the fragility of life.

The earth-shattering day, just like that, passed unhappily.

Early the next morning, the deaf and well-informed Li Shuqian soon got the news of the earthquake in Qutang Gorge. I saw him with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky, looking at the emperor and the queen of heaven, and shouting to himself: "I heard that the Heavenly Perfume Pavilion has been collapsed by the earthquake, I don't know if Nangong is dead or not! If Nangong is not dead, his subordinates are almost dead, if I go to Nangong to collect the reward at this time, and beg him to let me find a position in the Heavenly Perfume Pavilion, I am afraid ...... I guess he'll have to give it, right?"

With this intention, desire, purpose and ambition, Li Shuqian, who is the helmsman of the Bagua Sect Qingcheng, went straight to Qutang Gorge single-handedly, and embarked on a road of "promotion and fortune" and "once powerful", but this road may also be an extremely dangerous road of no return. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, whether it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, whether it is sadness or joy, it depends on Li Huiqian's own ingenuity and luck.

Speaking of this, one can't help but recall the scene when Li Shuqian assisted Nangong to collect Lu Yinxiao on Qingcheng Mountain. Speaking of which, at that time, after getting the paper ball thrown by Nangong blood, he did not do as instructed, but had other plans and arrangements!

As a synonym for old treacherous and cunning, what did Li do with his money in those days?

(For more information, please see the next episode)