The journey is not far away, and when I see Guo Ziyi, they seem to be right in front of them.

This is the calculation and expectation in their hearts.

The road passed through a village, and at the head of the village was a mound made of mud, which was mound in all directions, and a few words were engraved on it. Three-Eyes Village. The village was located in a semi-desolate state, so it was sparsely populated, less than a hundred people, and each of them looked like they had not washed their faces since they came to this earth. The clothes were tattered, but they were neat after sewing and mending, and some of them were barefoot without shoes. The weather in November and February may be accustomed to it, so it can withstand the cold.

Everyone trembled, and looked at themselves with indifference and hatred reflected the arrival of strangers.

The house was made of mud, covered with wood, covered with thin branches, and then smeared with mud on the branches.

This is the structure of the houses and the scenes of people and things in this village.

Without any decoration, it looks like a piece of loess, and it is even more lifeless.

For such a scene, almost desperate.

Is this the case in the vast Northwest? The answer is, no. It's just a place.

Lu Feng's expressions on these people didn't know why, showing a sense of fear, and he grabbed the arm of the white-clothed Langjun tightly.

The white-clothed Langjun understood, comforted Lufeng and asked her not to be nervous.

The rest of the place is a mess, except for one that is pleasing to the eye.

The buildings here are magnificent, and the decorations are colorful and dazzling, which makes people overwhelmed.

There was a team of men on each side of the door, and a team of fifteen people. Each holding a big sword to show off its might, it seems unstoppable. The most important thing is that their costumes are so outstanding that it is impossible to distinguish which school and which school for a while.

Seeing the white-clothed Langjun Lufeng approaching him, he looked highly nervous, and shouted loudly when he was more than thirty steps away, and stopped.

The road was wide enough to take a detour, but when I saw that the buildings here were outstanding, I couldn't help but rush over with curiosity, but I was blocked.

Why are they so alarmed? It seems that there are many secrets here. Curiosity rekindled and decided to find out.

Instead of evading, he walked straight.

What are you doing, let you step forward, do you hear?

Look at this posture, don't even think about going in smoothly, if you have a good understanding of the internal situation, you have to break through. So he walked over to them despite their screams.

The guards shouted with their teeth and claws, they had never seen such a lifeless thing, but they had never seen such a lifeless thing. Brothers, widow the man alive for me, and leave the woman for the pleasure of the masters. Come on.

For a moment, various postures of grinning teeth rushed over.

The bravery of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals is admirable, can they overturn their opponents with their fists and embroidered legs?

The white-clothed Langjun was extremely indifferent to these people, and even ridiculed and sarcastic.

Sure enough, for a while, those guards were beaten to pieces and wailed to the ground.

There was a man standing in the doorway, and he didn't make a move, but watched the other person's movements. After observing for a while, I judged that the person who came was indeed powerful. The sword is not out of the sheath, and the moves are extremely fast as illusions, which is the first time in his life that such a master has been seen. They are so direct, there is no doubt that they must have come for the people inside, and even so, they must not be allowed to succeed and get ideas. What is the way to think of this kind of scene now? If you come hard, you must hit the stone with an egg, and the rest is to give in. It can be said that it is flexible and changeable, as long as the opponent is knocked down, the hard one is not good, and the soft one is not good. So he threw away his big knife and knelt down and begged for mercy.

Puzzled by his actions, what is the situation? The white-clothed man and the green phoenix looked at each other for answers, and their eyes could not be understood.

I wondered for a moment, it seems that there must be something strange here.

"You get up and talk back. The white-clothed Langjun said very seriously: "Which sect are you from? I haven't found your signboard for a long time, let's talk about it." ”

Hearing this, they didn't come for the people inside, so it was easy to do, and he took a breath of relief and said with a smile, Back to Uncle, we are not a gang, but law-abiding residents.

If you want to say that it is a sect, you will never be suspicious. The law-abiding residents make themselves suspicious, and it seems that there must be something wrong with them.

"Residents, who is so rich to build a mansion here, even the family is first-class. You'd better be honest, or you'll regret your actions. ”

The man looked aggrieved, and he was a good resident anyway.