Liu Xuanchou jumped down from the Xianshui Rock, which was exactly the same as the posture of the woodcutter before, and even the stones that borrowed his strength were no different. He landed lightly on the edge of the hanging coffin, a chuckle on his lips.

This is a single-cave cliff cave tomb, which looks only five square meters in size, and there are some yellowed copper coins scattered on the ground. In addition, the cave tomb was empty, and only a withered vermilion coffin remained.

He looked at the closed coffin in disbelief, and in this small space, there was no fire for cooking or any other traces of life. So, the woodcutter was just resting in the coffin? Or was it ...... What's in the coffin?

The coffin is located on the edge of the cliff, and most of the whole coffin is suspended in the air. There is a turbulent river below the suspended position, and there should be no catty at the bottom, and the other end of the coffin is above the mountain rock, and it is very likely that there is a hole underneath.

Otherwise, how could a mortal human being live in a coffin without eating or drinking?

After thinking for a long time, he gently knocked on the broken coffin door, 'knock knock', 'knock knock', and a dull sound came from inside the coffin.

Knocking softly on the door is a sign of respect for the woodcutter, and if the coffin board is opened rashly, it will taste a bit of blatant provocation.

After a dead silence, a cold word came from inside the coffin, "In the holy land of Taoism, the idle people will leave as soon as possible, and then stay here, and there will be no mercy." ”

Liu Xuanchou was stunned and laughed, he didn't expect that there would be more people who would fight and kill if he didn't agree with him.

"The younger Liu Xuanchou, this time I came, just to learn a thing or two with the seniors, if there is anything to disturb, please Haihan. ”

There was silence in the coffin for a long time, and finally a cold cry was heard: 'Get out.' ’

The great coercion swept from the coffin, Liu Xuanchou only felt that the qi and blood in his whole body were churning, his body was unstable, and the soles of his feet were empty, and he fell from the tomb.

There was another exclamation at the bottom of the cliff.

The crowd of onlookers saw that the figure that was still extremely elegant just now fell down like a kite with a broken string, and their hearts were shocked, and their eyes looked up, the string in their hearts was tight, and they wanted to see the final result, but they were afraid to see the tragic scene of brains splashing, and the contradictions could not be described in words.

Liu Xuanchou, who fell like duckweed, was terrified in his heart, but he was not convinced, but after someone stopped drinking, he was heartbroken, and he couldn't help but have a kind of surrender.

He calmly observed the scenery from the cliff, his body flipped, and with one hand he grasped the trunk of a pine tree growing from the crack in the stone.

The trunk of the tree "babbled", and the huge reaction force caused his body to shake for a while, and then the trunk "clicked" and broke in response.

The hearts of the people at the bottom of the cliff also hung in their throats as the trunk of the tree broke. This is not bungee jumping, you can bounce back and forth non-stop, the tree is not broken, it is good to say, you can send a rescue team to rescue, this tree is broken, people will definitely fall to pieces.

As if confirming what everyone thought, Liu Xuanchou's body lost its center of gravity and fell straight down, slamming his head down on a protruding rock.

Although there was no bloody scene of brains bursting, this time it also made him almost faint.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, clasped his hands together into claws, and slapped the cliff with all his strength.

Ten knuckles were deeply embedded in the hard stone wall, and the sharp pain in his fingertips made him snort, and he almost let go and fell.

After stabilizing the downward trend, he stepped on the protruding stone all the way down with his strength, and when he was close to the bottom of the cliff more than ten meters, he turned over with a pigeon and plunged into the turbulent river.

A few waves hit, and there was no movement on the water.

"Did you fall into the river? Are you dead? This water is bottomless, if you know how to water, go down and save people, otherwise that person will definitely be drowned." ”

"I don't have the ability to learn to jump off a cliff, and I deserve to die. Someone didn't care about his life or death at all, and sneered disdainfully.

.....

Indeed, it's not to blame others for being cynical, for a mature adult, they won't do such a childish thing as jumping off a cliff at all. Even if you have the dream of soaring in the sky, you have to add a pair of invisible wings to your back, such a reckless idiotic behavior, you deserve to die.

Liu Xuanchou sank to the bottom of the river, and the whole person seemed to have entered a state of silence, not moving.

The word 'roll', the domineering word rolling, actually made him overturn the boat in the gutter, and fell into the dirty river water so embarrassed. At this time, he knew what it was to have people outside the human world and a heaven outside the sky.

The woodcutter was no match for him now.

What is his identity? What is the matter with the 'Taoist Holy Land' that he has mentioned several times? Could it be that he is as strong in martial arts as he is just a supernumerary guarding the mountain gate?

All this made him confused, and he couldn't understand it even after thinking about it.

I have never heard of a sect that uses a firewood knife in the rivers and lakes, and there are only a few sects with excellent knife skills, but none of them have anything to do with the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain.

A mouthful of river water choked on his mouth, which made him wake up suddenly.

Following the direction of the current, he walked all the way, and it was not until he was out of the range of Longhu Mountain that he felt that the chill on his spine disappeared.

"This is the ..... of a warrior"

A million miles of corpses in a rage......

At this moment, it seemed that a new door was opening to him - it was the world of real martial artists.

A military district compound

Chu Tianxing sat upright on the shore table, his tightly knit brows twisted into a rope, and the teacup in his hand was picked up and put down, looking worried.

"Feng'er, what do you think about the incident in Dragon Tiger Mountain?" he said to the young man standing in front of him.

"To remain unchanged should be changed, when the above calculation. The young man lowered his eyes, so that it was impossible to see your face.

Chu Tianxing frowned, glanced at him appreciatively, and said with a smile: "This is indeed the meaning of the above, Feng'er, you really have a good teacher." He paused, and then said coldly: "But this small country has repeatedly provoked incidents, and it is really too deceitful. We don't cause trouble, we don't stir things up, but if someone wants to on our heads, they have to ask me if I have a gun. ”

"Grandpa. Chu Feng chuckled, "But the instructions have already been given from above?"

"That's right, from today onwards, there will be a huge storm in the country......" Chu Tianxing was quite helpless in his heart, earlier, they had already heard Xie Aya say what happened in Nanhai Dao, and they were also fully prepared after that.

Despite this, the horror incident in Longhu Mountain still happened, which shows that there is something wrong with them internally, and now, it is time for a major reshuffle.