"Half an hour ago, there was a young immortal master attacking the village, and now, the gate of the village has been captured by the imperial army, and I hope that the Song immortal master will prepare early......"

Song Qiaoqiao recalled the message of the deputy gang leader Feige, frowned slightly, and showed her eyebrows lightly, after a long time, she put on a hat, covered with a black veil, put a swift charm on her slender thigh, and ran towards the Hongyue Gang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few months ago, Song Qiaoqiao was ordered by Elder Fang Ming to go out to look for the missing Wang Gang, and after a secret investigation, Song Qiaoqiao found that Wang Gang was likely to die in the hands of Hong Shan.

In this regard, in addition to feeling deeply puzzled, Song Qiaoqiao also concealed the news he had found for the time being, planning to catch Hongshan, and after learning the truth after some torture, he reported it to the sect.

It is conceivable that Song Qiaoqiao should have noticed something at that time and had a selfish heart.

However, when Hongshan killed Wang Gang, he became extremely cautious, and he didn't even dare to go out of the gate on weekdays, for fear that as soon as he went out, he would be killed by the immortal master's ghostly means.

Helpless, Song Qiaoqiao retreated and begged, at about eight o'clock one night, in a brothel in Huai'an City, he arrested the deputy gang leader who was on two beauties, and caught him in a secluded place, controlled him with a pill of poison, and after several tortures, he learned the truth that Wang Gang's junior brother had been killed.

Subsequently, Song Qiaoqiao learned about the situation, and the pastoral language knew basically the same, from the door deputy gang leader, searched out the second incomplete ancient silk book, and Song Qiaoqiao is also a well-known outsider, erudite and well-informed talented woman, familiar with the ancient Tongjian, four books and five classics, and also has some understanding of the ancient characters of Dakang.

Knowing the extraordinaryness of the ancient silk book, Song Qiaoqiao hesitated several times, simply gritted his teeth and turned his back on the sect!

Because, the place recorded in the ancient silk book is very likely to be the Xianjia Cave Mansion left behind by a certain ancient great monk! If you can inherit the inheritance of that ancient great monk, let alone build a foundation, even if it is a knot, it is not a luxury!

Although once discovered by the sect, Song Qiaoqiao is by no means as simple as a death, and will definitely go through bloody torture, including his family will be implicated. However, as long as they perfectly disguised themselves as missing or even dead, after twenty or thirty years, they would have the confidence to argue with the Leaving Sword Sect, and they would not dare to offend a powerful monk easily.

About ten minutes later, Song Qiaoqiao came to the gate of Gyro Mountain and Hongyue Gangzhai. Just as she was about to enter, suddenly, a loud shout came out, which made Song Qiaoqiao slightly stunned.

Swish!

A sword slashed, and the snow-white sword looked unusually poignant under the moonlight.

This is Niu Dazhuang, looking at the petite woman in front of her, her expression is uncertain, but judging from the body she showed before, she is definitely not an ordinary person, so the knife edge is not merciful, and if she touches it, she will either die or be injured.

"Hmph. Song Qiaoqiao snorted coldly, pinched the trick with one hand, raised an earth shield, snorted a few times, and the sharp knife slashed on the earth escape, only a few ripples.

"Immortal Master!?" Niu Dazhuang gasped, and his battle intent suddenly retreated by eight points, as long as he was a mortal, even if he was an innate master, he would inevitably be afraid of the monk from the bottom of his heart.

Burst!

A fluttering palm was slapped out, this was not an internal force turned into a spiritual palm, but a spiritual palm made by the spiritual power in the body, communicating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, directly slapping Niu Dazhuang away, and the ground within a radius of three meters under his feet sank slightly.

Compared to two years ago, Song Qiaoqiao's cultivation has improved even more, and he has reached the peak of the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Period, and if nothing else, he will be able to break through the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period next year.

Now that he was discovered, Song Qiaoqiao no longer hid his disappearance, Xiuzu touched the ground lightly, as if flying, and swept out more than 20 zhang in a few breaths.

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The place where Hongshan lives is a thirteen-into quadrangle courtyard with its back against the cliff, you know, the scale of a royal mansion, that is, the nine-into quadrangle, whether it is from the scale or the style, has far exceeded the level of the palace, and is close to the palace.

Whoosh~~

Suddenly, when the figure of Mu Yu approached here, from this thirteen-entry courtyard, a dense rain of arrows suddenly came.

Mu Yu whispered the incantation, a cloud of runic light bloomed, and the iron shield flew out, quickly enlarged, and suspended in front of him.

Only to hear a tinkling crisp sound, all the arrows were bounced away, waves of runes rippled on the iron shield, and Mu Yu's big hand reached out, pinching a quenched needle accurately.

This thin needle, called the Pear Flower Needle, is made of a certain fine stainless steel, and can easily penetrate thirty kilograms of heavy armor defense and shoot into the skin of a second-rate master.

I saw that nearly a hundred warriors indifferently raised the rainstorm pear blossom crossbow, and in the pitch-black card slot, there were thirty pear blossom needles, all aimed at the pastoral language.

For the rainstorm pear crossbow in the world, the pastoral language is still quite jealous, this kind of bow and crossbow has great energy and strong penetrating power, and it belongs to the absolute control of the military.

"Immortal Master is above, I, Hongshan, have no grievances with you, why do you want to lead the imperial court eagle claws to attack my Hongyue Gang?" a voice came from a hall. A little calm, revealing a hint of fear.

"The Hongyue Gang is rich and unkind, bullying and dominating the market, despising the laws of the imperial court, and specially sending Ben Immortal Master to lead an army of 30,000 to level the Hongyue Gang!"

"Immortal Master Discernment! Although my Hongyue Gang is a gang of rivers and lakes, I am in awe of the imperial court, and I pay tribute every year, this is something that Lord Taishou of Huai'an City can testify for me!"

Taking advantage of this time, the spiritual power consumed by Mu Yu was replenished, and after running for a few small weeks, and after a big week, his physical strength also recovered a lot, and he immediately stopped pulling his skin and rushed towards that hall.

Swish!

Dozens of pale cyan wind blades swirled around Mu Yu, intertwined into a blade net, and flew the pear blossom needles that flew to the side.

Immediately, Mu Yu's sneering hands were broken, and five firebombs fell, and more than 20 people were blown up in the air, their bodies shattered, and a large area of blood mist and stumps were scattered.

Boom!

The strong internal force in the right palm produced a spiral-shaped cyclone, which directly slapped the door plugged into the latch of the door.

Mu Yu rushed in, looked at it intently, and found an ordinary middle-aged man with no internal strength, his eyes couldn't help but tremble, and he looked at Mu Yu with fear on his face.

"What about the Hongshan people?" Mu Yu's eyes burst out with a ray of murderous intent.

"Immortal master spare life, immortal master spare life......" The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, and his voice was the voice that was suspected of being Hongshan before.

"I ask you, what about the Hongshan people?" exclaimed.

"Follow, follow the secret path...... Escaped......" The middle-aged man trembled and pointed to a vase behind the table.

Mu Yu cast a wind blade, like cutting tofu, cut the vase, and sure enough, a dark dark passage appeared in front of him.