"Zhou Xiaoyi bribed the people of Chenjiazhai and used Gao Gang as bait, originally wanting to catch us all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info As a result, I met you, and the conspiracy did not succeed, not to mention, and I took my own life. Now Haiting Town can't go back, and your wanted notices have been posted throughout the West. That's the way it is. Jing Shun sat in the hall, spread his hands helplessly, and said.

Wang Chen patted Gao Gang with a guilty face, and replied indifferently, "It's not that I haven't been chased." It's okay, I'm here to say goodbye to you anyway. As for Changlin???" He turned his head and looked at the young man who was covered in bandages and a little depressed, "It depends on what Uncle Ren says." ”

Jing Shun looked at this little brother, this time Changlin also had a very long face, a person killed from the pile of bandits to the tower, although he was stabbed like a funnel, but he finally completed the task, if he attacked it, I don't know how big the casualties will be. After all, I'm really sorry to get involved in a family like him.

"Changlin, we're going to hide in the mountains for a while, you can come with us. Jing Yu said.

"Alas???" As soon as Chang Lin wanted to speak, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and a small leader opened the curtain and ran in front of Wang Chen with a bag of things.

"Wang Shaoxia, the owner of Ren Zhuang has a letter for you. The little boss had a piece of paper on the ground in both hands.

"Give it to me?" Wang Chen looked at Changlin suspiciously, stretched out his hand to take the letter, and without looking at two lines, his frowning brows relaxed, "Great, Changlin!" he shouted.

"What's so good?" Chang Lin pouted, reached out and grabbed the letter dissatisfiedly, didn't look at the two lines, and shouted happily, "Yay, long live Daddy!"

"What's the matter?" Jing Shun poked his head out suspiciously, wondering what was going on, which made this melancholy boy who was still low just now suddenly rejuvenated.

"Uncle Ren asked Changlin to go with me to the martial arts competition!" Wang Chen happily gave Changlin a big hug, and the two danced in the hall.

"Hahaha, that means that there will be no one to drink with my brothers soon?" Jing Shun also laughed and waved his hand, "Let the little ones prepare wine and meat, and they will rest when they get drunk tonight!"

That night, the lights in Jiufang Village burned all night, and everyone was drunk, singing and dancing, fencing and chanting poetry, so uncomfortable. The next day, Jing Shun and Jing Yu personally escorted Wang Chen and the others down from the mountain side to the riverside, the Ren family had already prepared the boat and luggage, and the people in the cottage also brought a lot of game to the boat desperately. In the end, Wang Chen had to intervene to stop it.

"Okay, Ah Shun, do you want to sink this ship?" Wang Chen smiled and gave Jing Shun a hug each, and said teasingly.

Jing Shun didn't speak, just patted him on the back fiercely. When it was Jing Yu's turn, this young man didn't want his eldest brother to be so reserved, he hugged Wang Chen tightly, and he was unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Alright, Xiaoyu. Jing Shun stepped forward to pull his younger brother away, "There will be a farewell for sending you a thousand miles." You will go down the main river in three days and reach the edge of the holy mountain at the junction of the four realms. I didn't hear of a ferry crossing there, but since it was ordered by His Royal Highness King Mo, you will definitely find something when you get there. One life, two brothers, you are always welcome to come back and become bandits. ”

The four of them raised their hands and clenched their fists, and everything was silent.

Watching the sails of the two slowly disappear at the end of the river, Jing Shun let out a long sigh, and suddenly asked his younger brother beside him, "Xiao Yu, do you remember why we learned martial arts when we were children?" Jing Yu did not answer. Jing Shun smiled bitterly, "Eliminate violence and peace, and help troubled times." Now it's just lying dormant on this mountain. ??? Alas, go back. ”

Along the main river down the river, sure enough, it soon went out of the west. Wang Chen and Changlin looked curiously at the place known as the Holy Mountain. It turns out that the holy mountain is not a mountain, it is full of majestic mountains for thousands of miles. They had been sailing in such a canyon for several days in a row, the water was turbulent and turbulent, if it weren't for the fact that Wang Chen and Changlin had already practiced swimming to perfection in the past year, I am afraid that this canyon would become their first difficult test to cross.

There seemed to be mountains among them, but they were all shrouded in a mist as thick as milk, and nothing could be seen clearly.

On the evening of the third day, Wang Chen found the flag of the jousting tournament on a cliff, and the pattern on it was the same as that on the bronze medal. The two of them approached the cliff, Wang Chen climbed up the rocks and protruding trees, then threw the rope down and pulled the food up, and then Changlin also dragged the rope up. In front of them was a dark cave, and the two men carried food on their backs and lit torches and walked along the cave. I didn't walk for a while, and my eyes suddenly opened up. A valley came into view. Many tents have been set up, and many boys and girls are barbecuing and drinking in them, and the atmosphere is very unhappy.

Wang Chen and the others found an open space, cut some firewood, made a fire, and prepared to eat first. After a while, two men in iron masks walked up to them.

"Tokens!" said the man who took the lead.

Chang Lin took out the token that his father had prepared for him and handed it over, the man in the iron mask only glanced at it, and then handed it back to him, "Ren Changlin of the Ren family in Haiting Town, Xiguo." He said as a man behind him wrote down a piece of paper.

Wang Chen also hurriedly handed over his piece, this time the man in the iron mask took it in his hand and looked at it for a while, he raised his head and looked at Wang Chen again, and asked, "You are Wang Chen?"

"Ah, yes. Wang Chen nodded a little strangely.

"Let's compare. The Man in the Iron Mask gave him back the token, whispered to the other man, and left their fire.

Although Wang Chen was strange, he didn't think much about it, the two of them had a full meal, and slept until dawn.

After waiting for another three days, many people came one after another. If you do a closer look, there are two or three hundred teenagers gathered in this valley. With the understanding of the past few days, Wang Chen found that there are not only the sons of the family, the descendants of heroes, but also the village husbands and rogue rangers. The only thing they have in common is that they are young and have very good martial arts, and they don't have a good impression of Sixiang Pavilion. Wang Chen had already vaguely expected that this was not just a competition.

On the night of the fourth day, still on the third watch, everyone was called up by a group of iron-masked men, quickly packed their bags, and marched quickly towards the valley. A few disgruntled teenagers resisted a little, and were thrown out of the team by the Man in the Iron Mask and received their tokens. Only then did they discover that the martial arts of these iron-masked men were staggering. Two of them even showed the cultivation of masters in the Qi Transformation Period. Since then, the voice of resistance has disappeared without a trace.

After five days of walking in the mountains and forests day and night, many people are almost exhausted. If Changlin hadn't been pulled by Wang Chen all the way, I'm afraid he would have fallen behind a long time ago.

On the evening of the eighth day, as soon as everyone drilled out a vine, when they looked up, everyone stopped their movements in a daze.

"It's beautiful!" After a moment of silence, the voices of exclamation came one after another.

A hanging city appeared in front of them like that. On top of the steep rock wall that reaches into the sky, a city stretches endlessly, hanging from the cliff wall in a volley. Looking from afar, I saw that the building was like a green tile wall, as if it was a delicate carving inlaid in the ten thousand walls. The setting sun was falling from the sky and was setting above the cliff, and the blood-red light slowly flowed down the cliff wall into the city, and the whole city was shrouded in an orange-red light.

The Man in the Iron Mask clapped his hands to regain everyone's attention, he pointed to the Hanging City, and said, "The first competition will start right away." ”