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Lightning swept across the night sky, thunder roared, and then crackled and rain poured down.

The window of the room was closed, and listening to the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the window, Zhao Lingtai felt that he did not follow the crowd, and it was really a wise move to go to the South China Sea in the middle of the night. In such bad weather, it is difficult to find a place to spend the night, let alone treasure hunting. It is estimated that those who flock out of the city will be doused in the soup on the way.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhao Lingtai was a little uneasy, the previous light was in the sky, reflecting the form of those two treasures, which had been lingering in his mind.

As a sword cultivator, there is actually not much demand for other magic weapons, and even if they are obtained, they may be exchanged for them, unless they are auxiliary treasures that can be used.

It's just that Zhao Lingtai's plan is not small, and he needs to keep reserves, so as to get more help, whether it is people or things, the more the merrier.

The Dragon Cave Secret Treasure has only revealed two treasures so far, but there must be a lot of good things in the cave.

These are also what Zhao Lingtai wants.

The world has been withered for a long time, and most of the high-quality resources have been monopolized by the three major immortal gates, and it is rare to have a pearl outside.

The Dragon Cave Secret Collection is an unavoidable opportunity. If it weren't for the cave mansion hidden in the vast ocean, I am afraid that it would have been divided up by the Xianmen long ago. Now that he was born, although the three major immortal sects have all come, they obviously can't control the scene, and they will definitely be in a mess. When the time comes, it will depend on whose luck is better.

......

The storm and rain lasted until dawn.

Zhao Lingtai woke up early, finished washing, took the cat demon, went downstairs, and prepared to have breakfast.

The downstairs was already full of people and noisy.

For a while, someone shouted: "Su Tu, the flying eagle in the South China Sea, did not ask for advice?"

"I am the second of one of the three tigers of Qilian Mountain, Zhou Shanyuan. ”

"Oh, look up for a long time!"

"Lucky will be fortunate to be ......"

In the ears, it is all these dialogues full of the flavor of rivers and lakes.

In the midst of the noise, one person performed light kung fu, jumped on a wooden table, clasped his hands into fists, saluted the surrounding groups, and then said loudly: "Brothers, the secret treasure is about to appear, but what can we do? There are immortal sects, there are ten major sects, we Jianghu people can't please at all, let alone seize the treasure, I'm afraid that we won't be able to eat a bite of cold rice, so I suggest that everyone should unite and form an alliance, only in this way can we confront the Xianmen sect......"

Hearing this, Zhao Lingtai secretly laughed, so he listened to it as a joke, didn't stay, and squeezed it out directly.

In fact, the man was right, individuals can't compare, and they can only pile up numbers. The problem was that he had no idea what was so terrifying about the High Monks, where could the improvised rabble be able to deal with?

I believe that at this time, there must be many similar scenes in Nanhai County in different regions.

Not to mention these people in the rivers and lakes, it is normal for the ten major sects to form alliances with each other.

"This little brother, I see that you are heroic, carrying a long sword, you must be a young man who roams the rivers and lakes, now we are forming a team to go to the South China Sea to hunt for treasure, there are already eight people who have joined, and there are still two missing, I don't know what you think?"

Zhao Lingtai walked to the street, and soon a man with a big waist came to talk.

Zhao Lingtai glanced at him: "I'm not interested." ”

Straight away.

Now there is chaos in the city, there are all kinds of situations, and there are still people who trick people into remote places in the name of "forming a team", and then kill people and rob goods.

But whether it's true or not, it has nothing to do with Zhao Lingtai.

He first found a good stall, ate his fill, and then walked out of the city gate.

At this time, it was not early, and most of the monks who had endured not leaving the city last night chose to set off in the morning.

There are a large number of people, batch after batch, and there is an endless stream.

From Nanhai County to Nanhai, it is about a hundred miles, which is not far. The night was stormy, everywhere was in shambles, the main official road was quite muddy and difficult to walk, and the trees on the side of the road were broken by the wind, and they fell there at a rapid pace, and no one dealt with it.

When he was in the city, Zhao Lingtai got a hat and now he is on his way.

"Da Da Da!"

There was a rush of horses' hooves behind him, and then someone shouted: "Get out of the way, don't have long eyes, we're from the whale gang!"

The whip flicked in the air with a piercing sound.

When many passers-by heard the name of the Whale Gang, they quickly hid to the side so as not to touch the mold.

Zhao Lingtai was originally walking on the side of the road, because there was no stagnant water in these locations, so it was easier to walk, so there was no need to give way.

Soon, the Whale Gang's cavalry overtook him.

Zhao Lingtai saw that there were as many as seven or eight horsemen, all of whom were men with a strong breath, with a full body and a Qimen steel fork on their backs.

They were racing all the way, and their mouths kept drinking.

"Old fellow, are you deaf?"

As soon as the leader rode up, he saw a white-haired hunchbacked old man walking unhurriedly in front of him, without the slightest intention of giving way, and shouted violently.

"Noise!"

The hunchbacked old man raised his head, his gaze was cold, his body was ghostly, and he already had an extra thin sword in his hand.

Snort!

The leader of the big man had a sword in his throat, and he fell off his horse in a daze.

"Big Brother Wu!"

The horsemen behind were furious, and they pulled out their forks one after another, but before they could attack, the figures in front of them flickered, and one by one they fell to the ground holding their bleeding throats, and they whimpered for their lives.

Assassinating a group of whale gang members, the old man continued to walk as if nothing had happened, and the thin sword that sealed his throat with blood disappeared, and he didn't know where he was hiding.

"A sword to seal the throat of Mo Hanli?"

Zhao Lingtai recognized him.

This is an old swordsman who has been famous for a long time, and he is an elder of the Qinling Sword Alliance. The swordsmanship is fast and ruthless, and you will see blood when you go out of the sword.

Back then, the Qinling Sword Alliance was also one of the top ten sects in the world, and it was quite prosperous, but after the rise of the Lingtai Sword Sect, it was replaced at the sect conference, and the Qinling Sword League was defeated.

A while ago, Anu threw himself into the mountain and seriously injured Luo Qianqiu, the leader of the Qinling Sword Alliance, with three hammers. After this battle, the Sword Alliance was even more damaged and collapsed.

Zhao Lingtai and Mo Han had nothing to talk about, and when he approached, he saw the corpses of the Whale Gang lying around, blood splattering out, staining the road red. These people are usually arrogant, but they didn't expect to encounter ruthless people on the road, and they died without saying a word.

Zhao Lingtai didn't care about those, and saw that there were seven or eight healthy horses left at the scene, so he chose the strongest one, turned over and rode up.

The horse, which was usually well-bred and strong, was ridden by a stranger, and immediately raised its hooves and neighed, unwilling to be harnessed.

Zhao Lingtai didn't talk nonsense, he slapped the horse's head directly, and it was strange to say, the horse suddenly had a cold war, and became docile, and he rode as much as he liked.

The roads are muddy, there are picked up horses, and they don't ride in vain. It provoked some passers-by to point fingers, probably saying that Zhao Lingtai rode the horse of the Whale Gang, and I was afraid that it would cause trouble. The Whale Gang didn't dare to find Mo Hanli for revenge, so they would vent their anger on Zhao Lingtai......