Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Scapegoat

With the strong wind in his ears, Xiao Guangling turned around violently and was about to do it, but he didn't expect to see a puff of flames rising between the lightning and flint!

The black shadow wailed in response, and fled in a hurry.

Between the firelight, Xiao Guangling vaguely saw that the thing was similar to the kobold demon he had seen in the valley just now, but this one was still carrying a mining shovel in his hand.

Thinking about it, if he was smashed on the back of the head with a shovel just now, it would probably be enough for him.

"Xiao Daoyou, don't be careless, this cloud iron ore cave has not been opened for nearly a hundred years, and there are not a few dog-headed demons in it. Sun Yuanwu reminded him and covered the wine gourd.

"Brother Sun, this wine gourd is your magic weapon?" This wine gourd has made many contributions, and Xiao Guangling seems to be pretty good when he sees it.

Sun Yuanwu's face was a little embarrassed, and he casually weighed the wine gourd, and said, "It's just a tool for the Sword Casting Division to replace the bellows to blow the wind and help the fire, and it's not a rare object." ”

"In this way, I haven't seen what Brother Sun's magic weapon looks like. ”

He mentioned it in passing, and Sun Yuanwu flashed the long sword behind his back with his backhand.

"When I cultivate to the realm of Yudan, I will be equipped with a Xuantie sword as an embryo in my master's sect, but I have never been able to forge my own sword. This time I came to this cloud iron ore cave to find materials. ”

Although he only lit up, Xiao Guangling could also see it.

The long sword was cold but not vigorous, and the blade of the handle was not decorated with carving, so it should be just an ordinary standard long sword.

While the two were chatting, Zhao Siming and the three of them had been following them from a distance, as if they were deliberately keeping their distance.

Xiao Guangling wanted to ask what happened in the valley just now, but seeing that they didn't follow, he didn't have the opportunity to speak.

Walking slowly all the way, you can still see a general route at the beginning, and you really walked into the middle of the mine, with the uneven tunnel, it is a bit of a maze.

The sound of the kobold waving the shovel could be faintly heard, but there was no movement.

Sun Yuanwu said that he was looking for materials, but he didn't mean to look down at anything along the way, and just walked along the tunnel towards the depths of the mine.

Gradually, the crimson cloud iron seen on the road was no longer as fine as the periphery, and even the big one could be about the size of a fist.

The red and bright were scattered around like red jade, but Sun Yuanwu still didn't look down.

Xiao Guangling saw that he had no intention of stopping, and casually pulled out a small piece of cloud iron ore from the earthen wall on the side, and pretended to be unintentional.

"Speaking of which, Brother Sun's fellow disciples have been in the back and have not had much chance to get to know each other. ”

"What about acquaintance? Zhao Siming is the great-grandson of Zhao Yuan, the elder of the inner gate, and he is not a figure that you and I can easily give each other. ”

Although Sun Yuanwu's words were restrained, Xiao Guangling could faintly hear a trace of anger that could not be concealed.

All the way forward, the cloud iron ore on the road became more and more huge, and even the big one could reach the size of a fist with an arm, which was very different from ordinary and mundane minerals.

The true appearance of these cloud iron ores seems to be a kind of hexagonal ice crystals, and the red eyes between the faint light and shadow are extremely strange.

The closer you get to the center of the mine, the deeper these tunnels become, almost as deep as the trenches, except for the roads in front and behind, there is no movement on either side at all, except for the fluorescence emitted by the hexagonal cloud iron ore on the wall.

"Almost. ”

"That's it?"

Xiao Guangling glanced at the front curiously, and there didn't seem to be anything strange.

Just when he thought that Sun Yuanwu would perform some secret method, Sun Yuanwu looked at the pit walls on both sides, which were about three feet high, and then suddenly jumped up!

Xiao Guangling didn't react for a while.

When Sun Yuanwu jumped out, Zhao Siming, who had never seen anyone before, caught up at some point, and just happened to take a look at him!

Xiao Guangling woke up and exclaimed, "Oh no!"

As soon as the words fell, a few cold light sword shadows suddenly swept over the mine road!

Xiao Guangling hurriedly gathered a touch of green mang, and made a palm gesture with both hands to condense a wall of qi in front of him!

It's a pity that the flying sword is too fast, and just listening to a few sounds brings out a puddle of blood!

"Hmph! I said what kind of master, it was such a piece of shit. Zhao Siming caught the flying sword casually and sneered.

After saying this, he didn't hear the two followers around him, he frowned and just wanted to look back, but a long sword was silently across his throat!

The long sword brings cold, and does not give birth to spiritual light.

Sun Yuanwu's originally peaceful eyes were filled with endless madness and rage at the moment, and even the long sword he was holding was trembling slightly.

"The surname is Sun! You are against the sky! You dare to move my people!" Zhao Siming was still a little flustered just now, but at this moment, seeing Sun Yuanwu's resentful appearance, he suddenly yelled!

As if it was a habit, a trace of cowardice flashed in Sun Yuanwu's eyes.

Zhao Siming was even more proud when he saw this, and with a sneer, he was about to kick Sun Yuanwu away.

It's a pity......

There was a soft sound of "呲", like the sound of cracking brocade.

Zhao Siming's eyes widened, full of disbelief, but Sun Yuanwu suddenly went crazy at this moment and slashed at him a few more times.

Seeing this good enmity and enmity drama, a hand slowly reached out from the edge of the pit, and then Xiao Guangling turned over and climbed up a little rusty.

He didn't want to hide his whereabouts, but Sun Yuanwu was slightly surprised, "You didn't die?"

"Why did I die?" Xiao Guangling stood up by himself, although the purple shirt was mottled with blood, his face was as usual, and he didn't see any serious injuries.

"When did you see it?" Sun Yuanwu shook off his robe and wiped his long sword on his cuffs.

"When I saw you on the opposite hill, you followed too closely and pretended not to see me. Besides, in the valley, the situation has been stabilized, why are you still pulling me in?"

Xiao Guangling glanced around, as if he saw a pillar of red light in the distance, and secretly wondered if he should go and see the movement.

Until this moment, he didn't think too much about this matter, whether it was Sun Yuanwu or Zhao Siming, he was not familiar with it in the end.

Not to mention that Sun Yuanwu's play is really a bit lame, when I first found him, I turned my head and followed Zhao Siming, no matter how I thought about it, it was a little strange.

The only possibility is that these people were Edgeworth's peers before, and they had already set their sights on him and deliberately set up this game.

"When I saw the freshness on my face, I thought it was just a casual cultivator who came to the bottom of the mountain, but I didn't expect you to have some skills. ”

The cold light on the long sword rose again, Sun Yuanwu tilted his head and looked at it twice, took out a sword flower casually, raised his head and looked at Xiao Guangling and said.

"I wanted to get rid of Zhao Siming a long time ago, but I wanted to find a stunned young man at the bottom of the mountain because I didn't have a scapegoat. Originally, I thought that this time it was done, but I didn't want this world to be unpredictable, but it was not satisfactory. But now that the big thing has been accomplished, it's the same whether you have the ability or not, die here, count me as thank you. ”

Xiao Guangling raised his eyebrows when he heard this, Qingmang rose up smoothly on his shoulders, and smiled angrily, "Thank me?"