Chapter 1 The Cave of the Dead, the Pill of Eternal Life

It's pitch black, dirty, and the best thing about this place is that the whole space is immersed in an unprovoked thick and warm air, which makes people's lips dry and unwilling to open their mouths to breathe.

Lei Kunlun is like a mountain, standing outside the Cave of the Dead, where he has been waiting for more than ten years. In the past, he was heroic, and now his temples are gray, his long hair and thick eyebrows are slightly frosty, if he is only a hundred years, then he is willing to put nearly one-twentieth of his life here.

Hundreds of feet away from the cave of the dead, is a high platform, countless years ago, I don't know which family, which clan of the altar, but now, it has long been deserted, once worshiped by people, now I don't know how many people have trampled on it.

On the high platform, nine people stood with their hands in their hands, the youngest of them had only passed the age of the weak crown, and the oldest of them had already reached the destiny of heaven, and their heads were full of silver threads, and they seemed to have experienced more wind and frost than Lei Kunlun.

The weak-crowned young man, who has always been pampered and pampered, has he ever seen or been to such a bad place, he covered his nose tightly for a while, his expression was indescribably disgusted, and he complained in a vicious voice: "Uncle Yang, are you really sure that Leng Xiao, the flower-folding swordsman who has been missing for nearly twenty years, is hiding here? What kind of hell is this place, there is a foul smell coming from a hundred feet away, that Lei Kunlun, is he not a dead man, or has no sense of smell?"

As soon as Yun Miao'an's words fell, Yang Can's expression became a little serious, and he reprimanded sideways: "Miao'an, don't be rude! Lei Kunlun's loyalty can be seen, you don't want to stay in this poor land of mountains and bad waters for a while, but he is willing to stay in the dead man's cave for seventeen years, how many seventeen years can a person have in this life? ”

Yun Miaoan's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain, but he still looked upright, and said, "Uncle Yang's lesson is that Miaoan knows his mistakes. ”

While the two were talking, a cold voice came from behind itself, pouring into everyone's ears: "Yang family master, after working together for seventeen years, I finally found this son, isn't it time to discuss the matter of the Immortal Pill?"

Yun Miaoan turned around and looked, the man was dressed in pitch-black armor, burly, expressionless, and cold, just looking at it made him tremble a little.

He is a leader among the younger generation, and he is a well-known young man in the world, but young people, after all, are too young, have experienced too few things, and have too long to go. In the face of such a person, how many percent of his martial arts can he still show?

Yun Miao was a little unconvinced, because there is such a person in the world, a young man who defeated seventy-seven forty-nine long-famous masters seventeen years ago, and he is also the prodigal son who can steal a woman's heart every time he passes by.

And the person in front of him, named Chi Ningzheng, was one of the defeated generals under Leng Xiao, a swordsman who folded flowers, seventeen years ago. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the swordsman who folds the flower does not like to be famous, who has been defeated, and has never been promoted, and there are seven hundred and forty-nine people who have been circulated in the world, how many people are still hidden in the belly, and how many people know?

Yun Miaoan's eyes flashed a little fiercely, and she seemed to want to try Chi Ningzheng's ability. Chi Ning was raising his eyes without the slightest feeling, and glanced at him lightly, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, as if thousands of knives had stabbed into his chest in an instant.

A hand pressed on his shoulder, it was Yang Can's hand. Yang Can stepped forward, and he took advantage of the situation to lower his eyes.

"This person, it's so terrifying! Yes, Leng Xiao defeated him seventeen years ago, but it has been seventeen years in a flash, if he fights again now, Leng Xiao may not be able to win!" Thinking about it like this, Yun Miaoan felt a lot more comfortable, the general fought a hundred battles, and eventually there was a defeat, who in the world always wins?

His expression was suddenly stunned, the man he had wanted to surpass since he could remember seventeen years ago, it seemed that he had really never heard of defeat.

Yang Can glanced at Chi Ningzheng, and first said: "The junior is rude, Brother Chi don't be surprised." As for the elixir, why don't you wait until you talk about it? At this time, it is useless to talk about it. ”

Chi Ningzheng glanced at Yang Can deeply, and still insisted: "There are some words, it's better to make them clear earlier." The elixir in his hand was not enough for eight people. ”

"Eight people?" Yun Miao was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt a burst of humiliation, and his cheeks turned red, the other party obviously didn't count him in it.

And several other people did not agree with Chi Ningzheng's words, nor did they oppose them, and the implication was that they acquiesced.

Yang Can suddenly smiled heartily and said, "Okay, since Brother Chi has this intention, it is simply a matter of time or time, and it is better to divide it earlier, and it will save you trouble later." ”

"As everyone knows, the swordsman who folded the flower flipped through countless fragments of ancient scrolls, treasured unique books, and refined them into nine elixirs, which are rumored to have the effect of rejuvenating and rejuvenating and living with the sky, but I don't know whether it is true or not. However, he protected his wife with the first immortal pill, although people are still unable to wake up in their sleep, but their appearance has not changed for seventeen years, and they have not eaten or drunk, and their heart is still stable, which shows that the effect of the medicine is indeed amazing. ”

Yun Miaoan interjected and said, "It is said that Lei Kunlun ...... Seniors, also took one, only then did he suffer Leng Xiao's kindness, and he was willing to follow, but seeing his gray temples and old age, I think this elixir is just a rumor. ”

Among the nine people, the only woman laughed coquettishly and said: "Little brother, I'm afraid you don't know, Lei Kunlun is a person from the Saiwai Pixing clan, with a hard life, and most of his face has premature aging. That's what he was when I first met him, and now ten years ago, he hasn't changed at all. ”

Flowers have no 100 days of red, people will gradually be haggard, face forever, forever youthful, for a woman, is better than everything in the world, born in the floating world, since the flashy, the voice is also delicate, the meaning is also delicate.

So two went away, and seven remained. ”

Yun Miaoan watched this scene with great interest, even if he was not counted, there were eight people, but the Immortal Pill was only seven, he wanted to see how to divide these predecessors who had been famous for a long time.

He took out a folding fan from his waist and shook it gently, and immediately there was a foul smell accompanied by a breeze, and he immediately became disgusted, and put the folding fan back away.

"It's really worthy of being a swordsman who folds flowers, hiding in such a place of poor mountains and bad waters, no wonder he hasn't shown his mark for seventeen years. ”

The eight looked at each other, and no one wanted to give up.

Chi Ningzheng raised his eyes and glanced at Miao Qianqian, and said indifferently: "I have been looking for seventeen years intermittently, and there was an agreement as early as that year. And this woman is halfway to kill, with the least effort, who gets the pill, who can't, it couldn't be more obvious. ”

Miao Qianqian's hand was lightly raised, and a three-foot red silk flew out of her sleeve, which went straight to Chi Ningzheng's neck and wrapped around it. She sneered: "In my opinion, if you die one, you don't have to fight." ”