Seeing Cai Tiejun's actions, the Taoist priest also showed a surprised expression, but he immediately stretched out his hand and flicked it gently, and a strong force came, and Cai Tiejun involuntarily floated up with this force.

The Taoist priest bowed slightly: "Yes, it's my subordinate exercises, but it's too weak!

"Disciple, the disciple doesn't know! The master came and went without a trace, and he didn't tell the disciple his origin, but the portrait of the patriarch was seen by the disciple!" Obviously, although Cai Tiejun was excited, he also knew that the secret of the three of them could not be told, so he vaguely found an excuse, and the portrait of the Taoist priest he had indeed seen since he was a child, and his grandfather told him that he was the ancestor of his own sect.

The Taoist priest's face was already much kinder, and he groaned slightly, "You come with me!" As he spoke, he turned around and walked, his steps did not seem to be big, but one step was a few feet away, and his figure was like a slide, flashing and flashing, and he was already hundreds of meters away.

The three of Le Chen looked at each other, and they were also shocked in their hearts, the legendary shrinkage into inches?

Castrated version, Le Chen had a strange thought in his heart.

But even if it's a castrated version, it's unpredictable, and in the real world where you came, this kind of magic has long disappeared.

"Let's go. Le Chen jumped out of the carriage, thinking that it seemed that the old Taoist priest had gone away, but the three of them were afraid that every move was under the control of others, and it was too late to escape.

The three of them followed the direction in which the old Taoist priest had disappeared, and walked along the gurgling stream, bypassing a small forest, all three of them were stunned, but in front of them was in a valley, with towering trees on both sides and steep cliffs. But at the bottom of the valley, there was a loud noise. The black gas was pervasive, and there was a faint flicker of sword light. Le Chen's eyesight was so good that he gradually saw the outlines of two hazy figures in the black fog, as if someone was fighting.

The old Taoist priest was standing on a rock waiting for them, and at this time he beckoned to them, and the three of them glanced at each other and walked over stubbornly, and they also saw it at this time. Around the rocks, there are sparse and sparse twenty or thirty people, some vulgar and Taoist, some men and women, most of them carrying long swords behind their backs, and the momentum is compelling.

Far away in the valley, there were also dozens of figures, all dressed in strange costumes, many people. Covered with a black robe, it looks extremely weird.

"Since you're here, it's a good thing to do. The Taoist priest pointed to the black mist at the bottom of the valley in the distance, and said, "We are fighting with shamans and witches to prevent the Jurchens from winning the luck of the Central Plains. How many of you have taken a closer look at such an opportunity?!"

Le Chen was picking up the water bladder to drink, and a mouthful of water almost squirted out.

Old novels from the past. I like this kind of bridge, and the change of dynasty is written as a fighting method between the two immortal groups. Typical ones such as "Fengshen", "Speaking of Tang" and so on.

Because Le Chen has been influenced by ancient books since childhood, he is extremely interested in this kind of novel. But after reading, I also know that this is absurd.

At this time, the two groups fought for the fortune of the dynasty, but it happened in this different time and space.

Le Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, did these monks really regard themselves as saviors and masters of this world?

At this time, he exclaimed, but saw that in the black fog at the bottom of the valley, a huge sword suddenly rose up in the sky, the light was dazzling, but it was condensed by sword qi, and it paused in the air for a moment, and then smashed down into the black mist.

"Peng!" was far from the bottom of the valley, but the ground trembled violently.

Le Chen's face changed color in shock, so strong!

However, Le Chen immediately sighed in his heart, after all, these people are not real immortals, and they don't use immortal magic, but they are more like the swordsmen and sword immortals in the chivalrous novels of the Republic of China.

Or?

Thinking about the Jurchen after entering the Central Plains, they slowly entered the countryside to worship the gods of the Central Plains, shamans and wizards were only prevalent in the royal family, and Le Chen had some insights.

At this time, in the valley, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the giant sword fell across the air again and again, the black mist became thinner and thinner, and suddenly, the gong sounded, and in the distance, a shrill voice came, "This is over! Fight again tomorrow!" The shrill voice spread throughout the audience, even Le Chen and the three of them could hear it clearly, Zhang Lei's face suddenly turned red, he snorted, and fell to the ground. Obviously, the other party's voice contained an aggressive method, Zhang Lei's cultivation was too low, or rather, there was almost no cultivation, although it was extremely far away, he couldn't help it.

At the bottom of the valley, a black-robed man staggered back, his whole body was covered in blood, and the black robe on his body was scattered, obviously injured by the sword qi.

A woman in white stood with her hands tied, the ribbon was flying, fluttering like a fairy, looking at it from a distance, but she would also be intimidated by her peerless elegance.

Le Chen didn't have time to be shocked, he instantly arrived in front of Zhang Lei, rolled his eyelids to check Zhang Lei's injury, and then felt slightly relieved in his heart, it seems that there is no big problem, as long as he will raise his spirit.

Zhang Lei has some spiritual cultivation, but his cultivation is too low, almost none, so he will be injured by the other party's small method that affects mental fluctuations.

Le Chen was also a little helpless, and when he scratched his head, several eyes looked over at the same time, obviously surprised who this was?

With a cough, Le Chen really wanted to kick Zhang Lei and draw a line with him, and nodded to the people around him, "Accident!

At this time, the woman in white disappeared, as if she didn't want to get together with the team here, I don't know if it was because of her personality or for some reason.

"Tomorrow I'll meet the Central Plains warriors in Oman!" In the midst of the strange laughter, a black-robed man walked out of the opposite camp, his voice was strange and stiff, obviously, he was a foreigner.

Le Chen, his eyes suddenly condensed, although he was far away, Le Chen could see clearly, this black-robed man named Amangu had strange blue and red patterns tattooed on his face, which looked extremely hideous, but Le Chen's eyes were fixed on his chest, and among his countless ornaments made of various animal bones, shells, feathers, etc., there was a copper coin ornament, a copper coin with seals!

Although it is not very real, this copper coin seems to be very similar to the copper coin in his hand.

Le Chen gasped, and faintly, he felt that this copper coin was very important to him, perhaps, it was related to how he returned to the real world.

By this time, Amangu had drifted away.

Le Chen looked up, and saw that the madman was looking at him thoughtfully, Le Chen's heart sank, and he wanted to ask the madman if he knew the origin of the copper coin in Amangu's neck ornament, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back to his stomach. In fact, although this mad Dao man may be able to kill himself easily, his eyesight may not be able to see clearly as much as he cultivates alchemy. (To be continued.) )