The person who came was wearing a yellow power suit, a yellow horse on his crotch, full of anger all over his body, and a long sword with a brown sword spike in his hand, looking at Hua Chen with an angry face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hua Chen was stunned in place, in his opinion, this didn't look like he was filming, but the man riding a horse in front of him was obviously very unhappy with his expression, and the horsewhip in his right hand came directly to him.

Seeing that the whip was about to reach his body, Hua Chen was still in doubt and did not react, and the other people on the official road also stopped and let out bursts of gasp.

"Smack!"

Some timid passers-by even closed their eyes, not daring to look at the next scene, and by the time Hua Chen reacted, the horsewhip had already arrived in front of him, and he could even feel the sound of the wind breaking on the horsewhip.

Hua Chen's eyes were full of anger, from this moment he knew very well that he had crossed over, but it was obvious that this world was not very friendly to him.

The whip did not fall in the end, and was grabbed in the hand by a man in a blue robe, this person did not look very old, and there was a lotus flower on the robe, but this lotus flower was different from what he saw on weekdays, but a cyan lotus, and under the lotus were two small swords, as if supporting the green lotus.

"Friend, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, since Your Excellency is a person in the rivers and lakes, you shouldn't be like this, and you still want to respect yourself!" This person's voice was not loud, but it could not be questioned.

There was also a change in the fierce man's eyes, and when his eyes swept over the green lotus, the horsewhip in his hand was even more retracted, and he glanced back at his companion behind him.

A young man in a fancy costume walked out of the horse team, the cold arrogance between his eyebrows made people feel very cold, he held a folding fan in his hand, and what was even more eye-catching was his sword, which was a few points longer than an ordinary sword, and the sword spike was an extremely rare golden color, which was enough to show that his identity was definitely a rich or noble existence.

"Qinglian Sword Sect, today this son will give you a face, but don't think that one Qinglian Sword Sect can make the entire rivers and lakes afraid. The young man in the fancy costume spoke, and the fierce man glared back.

"Thank you, Childe, the Qinglian Sword Sect has no quarrel with the world, but I don't want the world to be absolutely murderous. The one who helped Hua Chen block the horsewhip before answered was neither humble nor arrogant, and his words also won the favor of the people around him, and also made Hua Chen very curious.

Jianghu, this has always been what Huachen yearns for in his heart, but he didn't expect that he really came to such a world, with rivers and lakes, martial arts, sects, and everything in the martial arts world he imagined, he subconsciously pinched his thigh, and the feeling of pain told him that all this was true.

When Hua Chen was shocked in his heart, the young man in Chinese clothes galloped away with the horse team, and the swordsman who was said to be the Qinglian Sword Sect also left after smiling at him, and when he came back to his senses, there was no total of that person in his eyes, and he didn't have a chance to ask.

The crowd of onlookers on the official road gradually dispersed, Hua Chen couldn't hide his excitement in his heart, and ran to the tea stall in front of him, he needed to know more things.

When he arrived at the tea stall, he found that he had no money from this world on him, coupled with the torn clothes on his body that could not be torn anymore, and his unkempt appearance, he was simply a living beggar.

"Go, go, go, don't delay my business. After the owner of the tea stall saw Hua Chen, he walked out of the stall and pinched his nose and said.

"I'm not a beggar!" Hua Chen said sharply, but the people around him who drank tea also seemed to dislike him, as a white-collar worker who used to be beautiful, but he was mistaken for a beggar here, compared to other travelers, Hua Chen's situation made him a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that the protest was ineffective, Hua Chen no longer argued with the owner of the tea stall, and directly found a clean place next to him to sit down, listening to the guests of the tea stall talking about everything that had just happened.

"Did you hear about it just now? The disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect appeared, the Qinglian Sword Sect is a big faction in the rivers and lakes, it is said that the people who came out of there are all masters in the martial arts, I see that the person's face just now is by no means an easy person. ”

"Yes, the Qinglian Sword Sect is the Great Sword Sect that many people dream of wanting to enter, and it has faintly become the momentum of the martial arts leader over the years, but I don't think the young man in the Chinese costume just now doesn't look like a nobody, I don't know who knows his identity?"

Obviously, the topics of the guests at the tea stall are all on what Hua Chen encountered just now, and Hua Chen listened to it with relish, just now when the young man in Chinese clothes left, there was a murderous aura, and he was clearly sensed.

"He, the owner of the golden sword spike, the long sword in his hand is three feet three, it's a blood-drinking sword!" said an old man at the next table, with some fear in his cloudy eyes.

"Ah, it's him!" the old man had just finished speaking, and someone reacted, with the same fear on his face, as if he had heard the name of the king of Yama.

"Who the hell is he?" someone he didn't know asked again, which was also what Hua Chen wanted to ask the most at the moment.

"The desert in the north of the country is thousands of feet, and a little burial flower and blood is empty!" the old man who had just spoken said softly.

"Sebei, it's the Jin family's son, Jin Fuhua!, how could he be here?" someone said tremblingly.

Similarly, Hua Chen also remembered the name of this person, and also remembered the Saibei Jin family behind him.

Jin Fuhua, less than twenty years old this year, no one has seen the long sword out of the sheath, the sword out of the sheath must drink blood, the people who have seen it are no longer in this world, and the Jin family is known as the first family in Saibei.

The people in the tea stall didn't know if it was because they heard the name Golden Burial Flower, so they stopped talking at the moment, and began to eat and drink.

Hua Chen got up and left, and the old man who had just revealed the identity of the golden burial flower subconsciously glanced at him, and a little doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen something.

After walking along the official road for a whole day, Hua Chen still didn't see the appearance of the city, but according to the people who came and went on the official road, it was estimated that he would not be able to see it until tomorrow morning, but fortunately, Hua Chen met a good person on the road and gave him some food to fill his stomach.

It was getting late, and Hua Chen's place now was no longer in front of the village and behind the shop, he followed behind a caravan, but this caravan was a little strange, it didn't seem to care particularly about the goods it was pulling, and judging from their performance, it seemed that like Hua Chen, they were not very familiar with this official road, otherwise they would have found a place to rest.

However, they don't seem to be wary of Hua Chen, just a beggar, not to mention that there is no internal force from Hua Chen's body at all, and there are no calluses unique to martial arts practitioners on the palms of both hands.

In front of it was a ruined village, and the village was exceptionally quiet, not even the sound of dogs barking, like a cemetery, and when it was dark, it looked particularly eerie.

But the people of the caravan did not have the slightest intention of detouring, and walked straight towards the village, Hua Chen hesitated when he saw this, but still followed, this official road is not as safe as imagined, the location here is even more special, many people would rather be late for a long time, rather than rest in this area, it is said that there are fierce gods and evil spirits here, which makes people frightened.

There were a few thin figures in the caravan, very delicate from the physiognomy, standing with the big and round men next to them, looking a little out of place, and the first time Hua Chen saw it, he felt that these people were too feminine, not quite like a man.

The emaciated figures also seemed to notice that Hua Chen was looking at them, the one in the middle turned his head over, and the few people around him looked vicious.

The houses in the village have basically been destroyed, the only thing that can shelter from the wind and rain is the broken temple in front of you, the broken temple is not big and the small city god temple that Huachen has seen before is a bit similar, and the worship in the temple does not know who has taken it away, although the tiles on the top of the temple are still complete, but there is a strong smell of ruin in the temple, which goes straight into people's noses.

The people of the caravan left the goods directly outside the temple, and the handsome-looking little brothers directly found a slightly cleaner place to rest, while the others began to clean the things in the temple and began to prepare for the night.

At night, it was very dark, and the bright moon in the sky was also obscured by dark clouds, they made a big fire in the temple, and Huachen also entered the temple, at first they didn't let it, but then after the handsome little brother said a few words, he was let in and gave him some meat.

This group of people is different from other caravans, they are guarding the temple, but they don't care too much about the goods outside the temple, Hua Chen is okay but has also seen those goods, it stands to reason that they should be some valuable things, these people's strange behavior also made him curious, and he was even more suspicious of the identity of the little brother next to the fire in front of him, this person is afraid that he is either rich or expensive behind him.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the flames in the fire are dancing strangely, as if it is a dance, the eyes of the delicate little brother are very clear, staring at the flame is surprising, it seems that he has thought of something happy, the delicate face has a faint flush, Hua Chen is a little stupid, there is an idea in his heart at this moment, if he is a woman, it should be the kind of country and city.

"Stinky beggar, what do you look at? Look at it again, gouge out your eyeballs!" A shout and scolding came to mind in the temple, and the Qingxiu little brother turned his head in shock, and Hua Chen also came back to his senses, recalling the ridiculous idea in his heart just now, and suddenly felt a little shy.

"Don't make trouble!" Brother Qingxiu's voice sounded, very lightly as delicate as others, and the person who had just scolded Huachen snorted heavily and retreated.

"Something's wrong!" a hurried voice came from outside the temple gate.