Yan Long left the Red Leaf Villa, and after bidding farewell to Ye Yunxuan, he boarded the boat on the return trip. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Boating in the sparkling lakes and mountains, as if wandering in the secret land of Taoyuan, is refreshing.

There are many ways to get to Momiji Mountain Resort, but the most recent one is to cross Lake Yishui by boat.

When the boat arrived at the pier, Yan Long disembarked, and after the boatman of Momiji Mountain Villa said goodbye to him, he rocked the oars and sailed back.

Yan Long left the dock.

After a long time, the ship went away.

Yan Long peeked out of the trees in the distance of the pier. By this time, he had already put on a human skin mask and had also changed into a black night suit.

There are several different sets of clothes and human skin masks of different appearances in his system space at all times.

Yan Long had already become a different person at this time.

It was nearly dusk. The winter night comes very early, and in a short time, the night covers the land.

Yan Long was underwater, and he kept diving in the direction of Red Leaf Villa. At this time, his Purple Yang Nine Dragons Technique had already been practiced to the fifth realm, and breathing in the water was like breathing on land.

After going ashore, he turned on the map function in the system, and the overlook map of the entire Momiji Mountain Villa was in his heart, and he found a cliff on the west side of Momiji Peak, and then went around to that side and began to climb the rock.

With Yan Long's skill at this time, it was easy to climb such a peak.

At the top of the peak is the manor of Momiji Mountain Villa.

He wants to return to the place where he senses Hua Fei's true qi and look for Hua Fei's traces, because he trusts his instincts.

The periphery of the manor is full of masters full of true energy. Yan Long didn't dare to get too close, he was almost more than a thousand meters away from these people, and he lurked among the trees waiting for his opportunity. At this time, it began to snow again, and the world was covered in silver.

As long as Yan Long doesn't move, the internal force true qi on his body can be completely hidden, like a dead thing, as long as it is not directly touched, it is impossible for anyone to find out.

After the patrol passed, Yan Long spotted a vacancy, and like a cold wind blowing wind blowing wind and snow, he crossed the courtyard wall as high as three zhang with the snow.

Within the courtyard walls there is a two-zhang wide separation zone, which is full of all kinds of poisonous mechanisms.

When Yan Long's figure fell, the system immediately sent out a prompt! The other person was in mid-air, suddenly turned over, his palms downward, and slowly spit out a continuous amount of true qi from his palms, just like two buffered rocket launchers, and the true qi softly and without a trace crossed many silk threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and caressed the ground. With this force, he leaped up again, and the man flew out four feet away, and then fell to the ground.

As soon as he touched the ground, his toes touched lightly on the snow, leaving no trace, and the man had already jumped out, and a few rabbits fell into the darkness.

At this moment, another patrol, carrying torches and lanterns, walked towards the place where he had just landed!

Yan Long stayed in the dark corner for a while, and when the patrol passed, he began to sneak towards the flower room in the manor.

The flower house is not far from the stone staircase up the mountain, and is located outside a separate courtyard.

Yan Long came to the outside of the flower room, there was no one in the flower room, only some plants that were not tolerant to the cold and needed to avoid the snow were placed. Yan Long took a look and began to search the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there was a bleak atmosphere, and no one cleaned up the fallen leaves and snow all over the ground.

There's someone in the courtyard!

Yan Long could feel it, but the distance was too far, and he could only get closer to determine if it was a flower concubine.

It's not a flower concubine!

It's a trembling true qi that is so powerful.

Yan Long didn't stop, he restrained his breath and slowly continued to go deep into the courtyard.

Since experiencing a moment of life and death in the old city and being promoted to the level of a grandmaster, he has nothing to fear about the affairs of the world.

He went round two or three more rooms and came to a small garden.

The small garden was covered with snow at this time, and on the opposite side of the garden there were rows of wings and various buildings, and in some places they were lit up. Yan Long decided to go over and take a look.

He walked lightly on the snow, and with his light skills at this time, he could already reach the state of stepping on the snow without a trace.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Because more than a hundred meters behind him, that strong true qi was rapidly approaching him like lightning!

Yan Long Huo turned around, and in an instant, a pair of eyes as bright as the moon on the sea were already looking at him from forty meters away!

Seeing Yan Long turn around, the owner of these eyes stopped suddenly.

Yan Long looked at the visitor coldly.

Yan Long's expression now will never change, because this human skin mask is actually not very good, if it is the handiwork of the thousand-faced demon fox An Xiuyun, it will be different. An Xiuyun is a master of camouflage, and the human skin mask she makes is vivid, even if it is a subtle expression.

Yan Long immediately saw the sword in the hand of the person who came.

The sword was not ornately carved, the scabbard was ebony, the swallow was brass, and the long hilt was densely wrapped with a white cloth band, which was very white and dry by the moonlight and snow, without even a trace of stains or sweat.

The man holding the sword stood like a javelin, and his face was as gloomy and dead as an autumn leaf.

His limbs are slender and his fingers are long and powerful.

Everything in his body seemed to grow for the sword.

Such a person, Yan Long had seen one before. That person is called Qingfeng Sword Sect Zuo Xingtang!

However, it is very obvious that this person is not Zuo Xingtang.

Yan Long knew who this person was, and even if he didn't know, the system would know it.

This man, along with his sword, is one of the few legends in the rivers and lakes that is still alive!

- Huayang Sword Sect Yu Zhenqing.

There are only two people who can be called the Sword Sect in the rivers and lakes.

Yu Zhenqing and Zuo Xingtang.

It has been 30 years.

They have never met, but their fame and their swords, like the blades in the rivers and lakes, each carved out a piece of the sky in their own field, and it is inevitable that the day will come when they meet.

To be honest, Yan Long didn't want to meet this person very much. Yu Zhenqing's sword qi is said to be able to strike down the eagle soaring in the sky.

He was staring at Yan Long's eyes now, like looking at an eagle that was about to die.

In Yan Long's induction, the other guards of Red Leaf Villa did not find themselves.

And Yu Zhenqing doesn't seem to be a person who will ask others for help.

So Yan Long settled down, he had already decided, he was ready to run.

Yu Zhenqing spoke, his voice was like a god, majestic and clear: "You are not from the villa, everyone in the villa knows that this is a forbidden place. ”

Yan Long didn't speak, he immediately urged his body to fly towards the parapet wall on the south side of the villa.

It is the closest to Yishui Lake, and once you are underwater, you have a much better chance of escaping.

Yu Zhenqing drew his sword. He drew his sword with a dashing and calm manner, just like the first word written by a calligrapher.

The brilliance of this sword instantly enveloped this annex and shone the heavens and the earth.

Yan Long had never seen such a fast sword.

Even half a year ago, the sword of Zuo Xingtang he saw was not so fast, so strong, and so impressive!

The blade of the sword came in an instant.

The distance of forty meters is just a gap between Yu Zhenqing's fingers.

The sword was about to pierce Yan Long's chest!

Yan Long can only make a move!(To be continued.) )