Along the way, listening to the complaints of the scarface surnamed Bai, Qing Tong also learned about the structure of Wanjun Mountain and what they had to do.

The guards of Wanjun Mountain are all under the orders of what prince guards this Wanjun Mountain, which is regarded as the border of the Dongcang Dynasty. The scarface surnamed Bai is the third master, and the descendants of the Han family, who holds the world's first poisonous weapon, the Yuxu Kunlun fan, are the second masters.

After learning the identities of the two, Qing Tong was really surprised. In a frontier place, there is a relatively normal configuration of a master who ranks sixty-third in the Hundred Spectrum of Weapons. What's even more terrifying is that the descendants of the Han family, who can completely kill people invisibly, are still only the second in charge! Even if Qingtong has no common sense, he can still feel that the power contained in this frontier place is too abnormal.

And all this because they are waiting for someone here, waiting for a nirvana. From the intensity of their patrols and the speed of supporting each other, it can be seen that the two people who can be regarded as peerless masters are ready for battle. It can even be said that they clearly know that they are not opponents at all, and they will even be killed in seconds......

Qing Tong estimated that he would have to see a lot of blood to escape from such a predicament with his own strength, and how strong would he be? Besides, there were many roads from the north to Dongcang, so why did he have to go through this Longtan tiger's den? But speaking of which, his own head seemed to be quite iron......

Qing Tong also suddenly understood why the surname Han directly used the Kunlun fan as soon as he saw him - he was not too good with the person they were waiting for in terms of strength. If he had killed Scar at that time, then the later surnamed Han would definitely not have used only the means of fascination!

The more he pondered about it, the more interesting he felt, so he pretended to be unconscious and let Scarface carry him deep into the mountains.

Calming down at this moment, Qing Tong also had the mind to put his perception farther away, sensing the fluctuations of the aura around him. Anyway, with his absolute spiritual power, he will always be the only one who perceives others.

The descendants of the Han family left after accompanying him for a while, and he was accompanied by some guards whose spiritual power was not weak, but they were all scattered around him and deliberately hidden. Because it was too far away, Qingtong gradually couldn't sense it. The number of guards around Scarface is thirteen, and their spiritual power is relatively strong, all of them are wind attributes, and they are also scattered around and deliberately converging spiritual power fluctuations.

Scarface complained to the descendants of the Han family for a while, and began to mumble something in Qing Tong's ear again, which made Qing Tong upset. If he could, Qing Tong really wanted to give him a big mouth to shut up!

When the medicinal power dissipated, Qing Tong was already in a room that was quite well furnished, and Luoyun Jian was not by his side as expected. The Dongcang border also knows some talisman techniques, especially the closer to the frontier of the Jin Dynasty, the more you must know some talisman techniques. Qing Tong used his spiritual power to sense the forbidden spells around the room, and he was quite satisfied, not as spicy as the rumors. There are basically no major flaws in the rune formation, that is, the low point of the level. But once you want to escape, the warning message will inevitably be transmitted to someone who can check and balance yourself, and it should be the big boss. This Wanjun Mountain can be regarded as taking himself very seriously, but ......

Qing Tong conjured up two sword qi at his fingertips, lightly drew a few strokes in the talisman array, frowned and pondered, then made up a few more strokes, checked a few more times, and finally nodded with satisfaction and meditated quietly. If there is a master who is familiar with the method of talismans here, he will definitely be shocked, because after Qing Tong's transformation, the aura attributes gathered by the entire talisman array have slowly changed......

......

On the desolate yellow sand desert in northern Xinjiang, a handsome boy dressed in an exotic costume sat on a horse and walked slowly. Ahead, a servant he had hired led the horse, still chattering and persuading him. The young man in the green robe and purple stripes just smiled elegantly and did not make a sound.

"Childe, the front is Wang Sanba's territory, although you are friendly with our master, I don't dare to go forward with you anymore. The three kings are much more powerful than our masters. ”

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, the boy who led the horse reminded himself a few words: "After the territory of Wang Sanba, it is Wanjun Mountain, Gongzi, I still recommend that you don't cross this mountain, everyone has passed it, and there is no life if you cross this mountain." ”

The young man looked at the direction of the boy from afar, nodded and smiled at the boy for a long time, threw a few taels of silver to the boy, and rode away directly in the yellow sand.

The little boy looked at the back of the rushing away, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "What a young hero! He looks like an immortal, not like the master!" Recalling that the purple-clothed young man easily killed one of his master's big opponents, the little boy was even more excited-from now on, his goal is no longer the master, and he must become a character like this young hero!

Putting away the silver, the little boy suddenly appeared in his mind for some reason the smiling face of the child, he seemed to see, the child's eyes flashed with a strange purple light, his mind was a little blurred, the little boy calmed down, full of emotion to continue the return journey, he didn't know, his palm that took the silver has completely turned black......

Immediately, the face of the purple-clothed young man finally turned grim.

After entering Wang Sanba's territory, the atmosphere was completely different from the chaos in the entire northern Xinjiang, which made Situ Jiu a little surprised-could it be that this Wang Sanba did not match the rumors he inquired about?

The horse went straight into the blockade that Wang Sanba regarded as a forbidden place, and no one came out to stop him during the whole process, Situ Jiurang knew in his heart - it seems that this place should have changed. But after all, he has an extraordinary identity, and he knows what kind of behemoth Wang Sanba is behind him, although this matter has little to do with him, but he is also a little curious, who can make Wang Sanba fall?

Situ Jiu made his smile look particularly good, quite a bit of a humble and polite family. While resting in the restaurant, Situ Jiurang also inquired about what had happened here recently. Xiao Er saw that this son was arrogant, so he was happy to explain:

"No, it's a different day. I heard that it was the ancestor of the Wang family who came up, took the Wang Sanba away, and replaced it with a young man to govern this area. We also wonder where the ancestors of the Wang family came from, this Wang Sanba has always been a bastard thing with no father and no mother, how can he want to have such a show! Hey, we ordinary people, we don't care about the above things, anyway, Wang Sanba, it's good to die! We can finally live this day, and now no one is willing to risk their lives to go to the Ten Thousand Army Mountain. ”

Situ Jiurang nodded, and gave the little two more pieces of poisoned broken silver and sent him away. The things on his body are all poisonous, and this time the "kindness" went to the poison above, mainly because this little two is not so annoying, and it is also troublesome to die here.

Situ Jiurang drank again for a while, but he was still ready to meet the new "Wang family". Hmph, if the Wang family really has such a move as changing chess, can he Situ Jiurang know? What kind of character has emerged in this northern Xinjiang?