In the cave of the branch altar of the Poison Burial Valley, it is quite quiet, and many turquoise miasma is swirling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The people here will not be harmed by miasma, but need to absorb a lot of miasma to improve their martial arts cultivation.

The black-robed elder sat on the white bone chair, looking at the air with a distant gaze.

After a long while, his subordinates couldn't help but ask, "May I ask the elder, do you want to send someone to kill these two potential disciples of the Cloud Sky Sword Pavilion?"

"You know how to kill all day long! Do you know that what we lack most in the Poison Burial Valley now is potential disciples? Send five iron-masked messengers to find a way to capture these two people. The black-robed elder said.

The subordinates immediately received the order and went to do it immediately.

In the Poison Burial Valley, the status is quite strict, and it is completely judged based on strength.

The lowest are ordinary disciples, and then there are inner disciples. Then there are the people with status: the Iron Mask, the Silver Mask, and the Gold Mask. Further up are the elders and the valley lords.

Even the subordinates beside the black-robed old man just now were all golden-masked envoys, but they didn't wear masks. Don't look at its submissive appearance, if you put it in the martial arts, it is also the ferocious existence of the megatron side.

Under the cold moonlight, in the snow, five figures flickered quickly, these were the five iron-masked messengers sent by the black-robed old man.

Their light skills are quite good, they can be described as stepping on the snow without a trace, their body style is not elegant, they are very fast, like a cheetah-sharp.

In fact, the spies of the Poison Burial Valley have been following Ding Xiaoyu and Xu Shaoquan all along.

The spies flew the news of the important news in time, and after receiving the order, they prepared to answer the Iron Mask Messenger. Because the spies were quite good at concealment, Ding Xiaoyu was unaware that he was being followed.

On a moonlit night, Ding Xiaoyu drove a carriage and carried his parents to find a peaceful and suitable place to live in seclusion.

It is not good to say that it is a completely deserted place, it is likely to encounter vicious beasts, and it is not convenient to buy some things in life.

In this way, the best place to live in seclusion is still a small town in the middle of nowhere.

In such a place, you can not only stay away from the hustle and bustle of the red dust, but also not be disturbed by the wicked, and you don't have to be self-sufficient in everything.

After searching for more than ten days, Ding Xiaoyu finally found a suitable town named Lion's Head Town.

It is located under a large mountain in the shape of a lion's head, with beautiful mountains and rivers and a pleasant climate. What's more, it's always been quite peaceful, with locals saying that generations have lived here peacefully.

After Ding Xiaoyu settled his parents, he rode in the direction of the Yuntian Sword Pavilion. At the time of parting, Ding Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Father, mother, I will come to see you often, just wait to hear the good news of my fame." ”

The father sighed and said: "Young people should have the ambition of thousands of miles, but the rivers and lakes are sinister, you have to pay attention to save your life." If the situation is too dangerous, don't fight hard. ”

Ding Xiaoyu nodded, rode his horse and whipped, and sped up to leave, because he couldn't help but want to cry, but he didn't want to be seen by his parents crying.

As he passed through Flying Snow City, Ding Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the air contained a decaying and dead breath.

"It's not an illusion, it's just the smell of a corpse that has been rotting for too long. Ding Xiaoyu's heart sank.

If it was the smell of decay emitted by so many corpses in Flying Snow City, Ding Xiaoyu felt that it was unreasonable, after all, the heavy snow had already covered everything. What's more, the last time he was in Flying Snow City, Ding Xiaoyu didn't smell any strange smell.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, so let's rush out of this area. Ding Xiaoyu said in his heart.

As a result, Ding Xiaoyu became faster and faster.

But with a crisp sound, the horse neighed and fell, and could not get up again.

The horse's blood stained a large area of snow red, but the horse's head was pierced by a stone.

"Who is coming? If you have the ability, you will face it head-on, why hide in a dark corner and use a hidden weapon!" Ding Xiaoyu said loudly.

"Boy, you're quite bold, I see you're not flustered. A black-robed man in an iron mask leaped out from behind the rocks, blood-red scimitar in both hands.

The cold wind blew the sleeve robe of this black-robed iron-masked man into a hunting sound, and on the surface, this person's martial arts realm had reached the fourth layer of quenching bones.

"This guy's martial arts are similar to the leader of the cold-blooded Nine Wolves, and he is really not good. Ding Xiaoyu said in his heart.

So, Ding Xiaoyu asked tentatively, "Are you here to avenge the cold-blooded nine wolves?"

"That's a mistake, the cold-blooded Nine Wolves have nothing to do with me. Would you like to join the Poison Burial Valley?" the black-robed iron-masked man sneered.

"It's ridiculous, I'm a dignified disciple of the Cloud Sky Sword Pavilion, how can I be in the company of you people from the Poison Burial Valley?" Ding Xiaoyu said.

At the time of this crisis, Ding Xiaoyu said such things not to be stupid, but to be his principle. If you retreat at this moment, and you are vain and wronged, then you will lose your heroic spirit, how can you become a real strong person in the future?

"Some courage, maybe you think that my martial arts are not much higher than yours, so you plan to be arrogant. But look around. "The black-robed iron-masked humanity.

Ding Xiaoyu smiled: "Don't distract me, if you plan to take the opportunity to seize the opportunity, it will be too earthy." ”

The black-robed iron-masked man clapped his hands, and suddenly three black shadows jumped out from behind the surrounding rocks, all of them holding blood-red scimitars, standing in four corners, besieging Ding Xiaoyu in the middle.

Ding Xiaoyu was a little shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the Poison Burial Valley behind the Snow Mountain would directly send four masters to come.

"I really can't defeat the four of you, since you're not here to take revenge, what is the purpose?" Ding Xiaoyu said in a deep voice.

"As I said before, as long as you are willing to join the Poison Burial Valley, then you are our junior brother, and this will take you back to the Poison Burial Valley. The black-robed iron-masked man on the opposite side said coldly.

"What if I don't want to?" said Ding Xiaoyu.

The black-robed iron-masked man was silent, because the elder gave this order, which was to capture Ding Xiaoyu and come back and join the Poison Burial Valley. From this point of view, if Ding Xiaoyu is unwilling, he can only catch it alive, but not kill it.

After thinking for a moment, the black-robed iron-masked man on the opposite side said: "Then catch it alive, knock it out and carry it back, and we will complete the task." ”

The four black-robed iron-masked men all screamed strangely, thinking that this time the task was very simple, just to capture a young junior. What's more, Ding Xiaoyu's martial arts realm is only the second layer of quenching bones, even if he is extraordinary, he is only equivalent to a black-robed iron-masked man.

In an instant, four black shadows rushed towards Ding Xiaoyu, and blood-red sword shadows swirled in layers.

Ding Xiaoyu had thoughts in his heart, knowing that he would soon lose if the fierce battle continued, but it was impossible to beg for mercy.

If you take the initiative to join the Poison Burial Valley, it will be completely unprincipled. If he is caught, it seems that there is no way out.

The thick aura of decay and death spread, and the blood-red sword shadow was like a death scythe.

Ding Xiaoyu used the dragon swordsmanship, which could be whirled around, but the internal force slowly became stagnant.