Not long after he left the city, three other fiery horses also galloped out of the city one after the other. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Three days later, Li Fan had arrived in a huge mountain range in the extreme west of Yunzhou.

The mountains are swayed like a dragon sitting here.

At this time, no matter how much the horse was beaten, it was no longer moving forward.

In desperation, Li Fan had to dismount and go to explore the way.

After walking about 100 paces, a rift valley about a dozen feet wide appeared in front of me. But I saw that the valley was covered by a white mist, and I couldn't see the bottom.

Streams of cold wind swept out from the valley floor, accompanied by a fishy smell, and swept towards the front.

The horse, as if frightened, threw out its legs with a grief and galloped away.

Li Fan hurriedly went to catch up, and there was still a hurry.

I saw that after the smoke and dust all the way, the horse disappeared without a trace.

He stood still, shaking his head helplessly.

At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and several fierce horses galloped in this direction. In the blink of an eye, he galloped to the top of the valley, and several people flew off their horses with a few exclamations, and surrounded him in the shape of a product.

After Li Fan saw the person coming clearly, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Except for the middle-aged Confucian who has no impression, the other two are not strangers at all.

These two are the two young masters of the Zhu family who robbed him in the alley three days ago, Zhu Wenlong and Zhu Wenhu.

I hid for three days, but they still caught up.

The red and black duo could barely cope with it, but the middle-aged Confucian was mysterious and unpredictable, exuding a cold and dangerous aura all over his body, giving people a sense of suffocating oppression.

This cold aura, but he is unusually familiar.

After Li Fan glanced at the black-robed and red-robed two, he coldly shifted his gaze to the middle-aged Confucian student.

"I am honored to be taken care of by Your Excellency at the carefree banquet, I have never known Your Excellency, why do I have to work hard with you. ”

Li Fan's words made the middle-aged Confucian student slightly stunned, and suddenly snorted after a while.

"Ben Xiu and Xiaoyou are very fateful, why don't you go back with us, set up a few tables, drink and talk, and rest when you get drunk. ”

"What do you call Your Excellency?" Li Fan said coldly.

"This is our master, Duan Daoru," Zhu Wenlong shook his fan and said proudly.

Li Fan sneered, but he was secretly pondering in his heart.

This middle-aged Confucian student has locked himself several times, and that cold aura alone makes people feel cold, and his cultivation should be more than a few levels higher than himself.

Looking at their frames, they have no intention of letting themselves go.

It seems that it is impossible to escape this catastrophe today, so let's find a backer.

Li Fan finally locked his gaze on the black-robed man.

The black-robed man was flustered by his staring, and hurriedly pulled out the Qingfeng sword, and with a burst of dance, a sword shadow came out, protecting himself inside.

The corners of Li Fan's mouth raised, and his two fingers flicked a few times.

Several crimson talismans shot out, turning into several fireballs as big as water tanks in mid-air, and beckoned towards Duan Daoru.

The fingers kept flicking, and several fireballs shot out and flew towards Zhu Chenglong and Zhu Chenghu.

Duan Daoru snorted coldly, the sleeves of his robe were raised, and a cold aura emanated.

The cold air swirled on the spot, turned into a powerful whirlwind, spun out, and met the fireball.

There was a loud bang, and the fireball and the whirlwind collided together.

With a "wave", the fireball burst open, turning into countless fireballs as large as human heads and scattering in all directions. The whirlwind also disappeared under the impact of the fireball.

Seeing the fireball coming, Zhu Wenhu rolled on the spot and rolled out more than a dozen steps away, which could be avoided.

With a "boom", the fireball exploded not far from him, and a huge crater was blasted out of the ground, and slag was splashed.

Zhu Wenlong staggered the paper fan, his figure fluttered lightly, and he withdrew ten steps away.

There was a "buzzing" sound, and a huge poisonous bee flew out and pounced straight towards Li Fan.

Li Fan hurriedly pasted a talisman towards his body, but at this time, a cold wind came from behind, and with a "snap", a huge palm slapped on his body.

Li Fan's body shook, like a kite with a broken string, and flew out a few feet away.

A sharp pain was mixed with an extremely cold breath.

Li Fan's chest rolled like waves, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. An extremely cold breath in his body made his teeth tremble.

Zhu Wenhu got up from the ground, Qingfeng sword in his hand, and came to Li Fan with a stride, the sword shook, pulled out a sword flower, and stabbed it in the chest.

Li Fan hurriedly flashed to the left, dodging the fatal sword, but his left arm was pierced by the Qingfeng sword, and blood gushed out.

The white shadow flickered, and the middle-aged Confucian appeared in shape, he smiled gloomily, and slapped it with another palm. A tremendous force of impact carried him straight into the rift.

He didn't care about the severe pain all over his body, stretched out his right arm, hugged Zhu Wenhu to death, and fell down together.

Zhu Wenhu was shocked, kicked out two rings and two feet, and kicked him in the chest, how could he be held by him and couldn't get rid of it.

"Ah, don't", Zhu Wenhu panicked, shouted in fear, and the two fell down like meteors.

Zhu Wenhu's shouts echoed in the valley for a long time.

Duan Daoru rushed to the edge of the valley, only to see that in addition to the white mist, there was also the shadow of the two of them.

"Master, what should I do next?"

Zhu Wenlong put away the fan, came to the edge of the valley in a few steps, and after glancing down, his face turned pale, and he asked eagerly.

"Let's find out, even if this kid dies, we must find his body. Duan Daoru said with a frown.

"I'm worried about my brother?"

"Let's look for it together, this time it's up to him to be created. Duan Daoru snorted coldly.

"Yes" Zhu Wenhu was stunned for a while, and he didn't dare to speak.

Duan Daoru took out a small boat of an inch size from his arms, and poured a stream of true qi into his palm.

In a moment, the boat emitted bursts of light, gradually increasing in size. In a few breaths, it grew into a wooden boat three paces wide and ten paces long, hovering silently in front of the two of them.

The boat was gray-green in color, covered with tiny runes, and a trace of green light radiated from the boat's body. Duan Daoru jumped lightly and boarded the wooden boat, Zhu Wenhu didn't dare to slack off, and jumped up.

Duan Daoru made a spell towards the wooden boat, and the body of the boat trembled slightly, and he carried the two of them straight to the depths of the rift valley and slowly fell.

The rift valley was filled with a white mist, with a faint smell of fish.

After the wooden boat entered the white mist, the two of them saw a white expanse in front of them, and they could no longer see anything except the white mist.

Under the urging of Duan Daoru, the wooden boat continued to float downward.

After passing through layers of dense fog barriers, I don't know how many zhang it fell, the white fog in front of me actually thinned.

During this period, there was no danger, and the two people on the wooden boat secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After descending for a few dozen feet, the fog finally disappeared, and the boat landed on a damp meadow at the bottom of the valley.