The owner of the black robe was already comfortably nestled on the stone, muttering Mengyu, while squinting his eyes and moving in a position. Suddenly, he heard Qingqing say this, and suddenly stopped sleeping, sat up stiffly, and looked at it:

The breeze blows by, and the green clothes and robes are floating.

Most of the stories heard by idle people and individual tourists in the world are passed down by word of mouth and without any evidence. Therefore, in the eyes of the people at the foot of Lirong Mountain, the so-called "Qingyi" is green or blue, and no one knows which is really "Qing". As soon as the Luo family's owner opened his eyes, he was frightened by the shadow of the clothes. He crawled a few steps and groped back with his hands behind him.

A trace of fierce light flashed through the fear behind the mask, and the man in black robe pulled hard—

At the same time, Ziqin held Qingqing's back with one hand, and jumped behind her with both feet off the ground. Just as Ziqin left the ground, a small and inconspicuous crack appeared where the two of them stood.

The men, women, young and old who were sinking in the dream got up one after another, one holding the other, gathering together beside the terrifying stone statue.

Only a few slight sounds of "click, click" were heard, and a string was immediately tightened under Qingqing's heart. If he didn't pay attention, the wisps of sound were hard to detect. It seemed that an unknown earth dragon swam into the air, swaying around, running quietly.

Listening intently, the elusive mysterious sound continued and gradually became smaller. A hint of undetectable smile appeared on the corner of Master Luo's mouth.

The air condensed for a moment, and there was a "boom" burst, and Qingqing almost couldn't stand steadily. Fortunately, his body was steadily held by his master. When he looked closely, the earth under his feet split a few big holes like floating clouds!

The earth seemed to suddenly open its mouth, and the deep abyss under its feet was swallowing the flying sand and stones on the ground. The three stone statues rotated rapidly - but I didn't expect that there was a mechanism hidden in the body of the stone statue!

Qingqing was beaten by the sudden torn earth, and suddenly remembered that his master was behind him, and couldn't help but feel relieved again.

Just now, when they were sleeping soundly in the yard, they went up to the old man with a crutch, and down to the baby who was lying in the woman's arms. They all firmly grasped one side of the stone statue and gathered on a high platform. Ziqin and Qingqing calmed down and found that they were isolated between another narrow crack in the rock. Looking up from their footholds, they all faced one of the three stone statues.

The stone statue had his eyes, his eyebrows lowered, his eyes were hung, his eyes were glaring at the copper bell, and his face was tilted and his face was whispering toward the crowds.

The master and apprentice were at a loss, and a loud running sound filled the entire street and alley. With a "bang", the man in the lead jumped onto the third stone bridge:

"Where is the demon?!"

With a fixed eye, Qingqing grabbed the master's sleeve with his back hand - this man with a bare chest and a scimitar was the Tara King who almost ended his life in the northern desert!

King Tara looked from a distance and thought that he must have recognized Qingqing. Without saying a word, he ran over from the narrow stone bridge with a scimitar. Before the man jumped up to the crack of the rock, Ziqin stood in front of Qingqing and took a light step towards the stone bridge.

King Tara didn't care about anything else, and saw the man in the green robe on the opposite side lifting his knife and slashing.

The tip of the knife touched the hair for a moment, Ziqin stretched out her two fingers and clamped the half-foot-wide back between her fingers.

King Tara was about to exert force and slash, but he found that the half-power suddenly stuck in the air. The sharp blade sparkled, and it was nowhere close to the palm of the visitor in Qingyi, but it could not go down or go up. The internal force that was holding it was blocking the Dantian, which was extremely uncomfortable.

If he was still in such a stalemate, he was afraid that his internal strength would be exhausted by his own empty power. So he heard King Tara shout, jumped up with the tip of the knife as support, and pressed the heavy weight of his whole body on the blade. The overwhelming force all rushed towards Ziqin.

Ziqin heard the moment he used his strength, and then the huge force lightly shot the back of the knife.

The echo of Niao Niao was buzzing and ethereal. King Tara vaguely heard a strange breaking sound in his mind, as if the veins were shattered, causing his powerful force to disappear. He looked at the scimitar in front of him, and the blade suddenly broke in half where the fingers of the man in blue and white faced were intertwined.

The man from Beimo had never seen such amazing skills before, and he retreated one after another for a moment.

King Tara snorted coldly, retreated to the stone bridge, and grabbed a brand new scimitar from his entourage's waist. The blade was unsheathed, and it sounded like the man was shouting desperately, still raising the blade and running forward.

Looking at the coming figure of the fierce man, Ziqin hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should take a ruthless move.

Seeing the blade roaring in the air, suddenly a purple light slashed behind him, and the white jade flute was pressed under the tip of the knife. Qingqing poked out half of his body, his eyes were sharp, and he was fighting with a scimitar and he didn't let in an inch.

I knew that Qingqing wanted to try this opponent by himself, so Ziqin made a sideways flash over the narrow stone bridge, smiling slightly, and letting her be not far behind Qingqing.

Qingqing pressed his hands against both ends of the wooden flute, and the force of the scimitar was as if the Taishan was pressing down. His body continued to sink and he was about to be unable to hold it. Suddenly, the heavy blade fell and fell, and he cut into the crack of the stone bridge. One foot was a little on the edge of the stone bridge, and Qingqing stepped on the back of the knife, and the jade flute in his hand was about to stab the top of King Tara's head.

Fortunately, this man from the Northern Desert was considered to have experienced many battles. He did not panic for a moment and swung the blade embedded in the cracks of the rock to the side, trying to throw Qingqing into the bottomless stone abyss. However, Qingqing still stood flat on the back of the knife and remained steadily.

"I haven't seen each other for a few months, and this demon woman's skills have grown so quickly?" King Tara was shocked and even more used his strength to throw her down.

Unexpectedly, when he used his second force, his hands were already unstable. Qingqing's feet were firmly fixed, so how could he easily throw them away? Taking advantage of the opportunity of the man in front of him, Qingqing actually stepped forward and jumped in the air, but instead returned the force that had just returned to the man's arm. Before King Tara could stand firm, Qingqing kicked the side of the blade and forced the scimitar to tilt and fall down.

Just as the sword, nearly a foot long, fell on the stone bridge, the onlookers burst into an exclaim. King Tara just grabbed the hilt of the knife and refused to let go, but his body tilted and he was about to fall into the stone abyss!

How could the tricks of the rough people in Beimo be as delicate as Jimo Star? But once they make up their minds, they will use all the brute force. Qingqing never expected that King Tara would hold the other side of the scimitar tightly and never retreat. Now that he was stepping down in the air, how could he have some room to stabilize his body?

Without thinking too much, Qingqing sank down as he stepped on his foot and poked the slender white jade flute into the stone abyss.

Even at this moment of life and death, King Tara finally reacted and subconsciously grabbed Mu Xiao's head. Ziqin was afraid that the weight of this great man would bring Qingqing to the point of his body, so he quickly raised his robe and rolled it forward.

King Tara felt that his body was dragged up by a light force, and he lifted it up for a moment with the white jade flute, and then stepped forward and jumped on the stone bridge again.

Looking at the opposite side, it was indeed these two outside enemies in the green robe who saved him. Seeing King Tara's blood rushing up, his face was purple and black, he shouted vaguely: "I don't want my life given by the demon, brother!" He roared and jumped into the endless abyss again.

Ziqin had heard of the strong temperament of the people in Beimo, and was prepared for a long time. Xiufeng pushed him away and blocked him from the spot.

Unwilling to survive and unable to die, King Tara stared at the two people on the opposite side, his eyes suddenly burst, and he wanted to swallow the master and disciple alive. Ziqin looked at each other coldly: "Who is the master behind you?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sound of flying through the air. Qingqing quickly turned his head. King Tara suddenly choked his throat, as if he was stabbed by something.

There are hidden arrows!

Everyone was just concerned about the fierce battle in the field, and no one knew where the hidden arrow was shot. King Tara thrust his chest, and a sword head as big as a palm swept across King Tara, his heart went in, his chest came out, and his body was pierced in the blink of an eye.

The man leaned back and fell to the ground, his naked chest broke into a blood hole, and the bright red blood column sprayed more than a few feet high.

Qingqing had not turned around from this horrifying surprise, but suddenly realized that the "whistling" sound of the hidden arrow did not stop for a moment. He focused his mind in his ears and hurriedly looked towards the coming sound - he saw that the short arrow was covered with wind and blood, and it was about to pierce into his eyes in an instant! At the critical moment, Ziqin bypassed Qingqing invisibly and blocked her.

After hearing the hidden weapon, Ziqin grabbed the dark shadow in the air and cut the silent hidden arrow in the air.

The hidden arrow was covered in blood and was coming very fast. As soon as Ziqin grabbed its arrow, all the blood brought out from King Tara's heart pounced forward on the arrow cluster, and a thunderous scattered on Ziqin's green robe.

Without caring about the spots in his clothes, Ziqin looked closely—there seemed to be something on the arrow.

He couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, and Ling Hu Ziqin pulled off the blood-stained tangle. Looking at it, it was Feng Wuming's letter. The letter was red-bottomed and blood spots were neatly drawn in a line of small characters on the fly head:

Tonight, we will go to the Xiwu Mausoleum to welcome the leader of Linghu.

After reading this, Ziqin was surprised: I don’t know who was hiding under the dark curtain, when and where, and had already known his identity and name? Then he folded the letter and glanced at the remaining spacious stone platform-

Everyone shuddered as far as they saw their eyes.

These gangsters who walk around the streets have different identities, and they are all knowledgeable. Many masters from all walks of life in the world have asked for advice. However, at this moment, the head of Linghu looked from afar, and everyone rushed to turn their heads, fearing that they would not even dare to breathe when they looked at each other.

I guess the person who shot the arrow was not this person. Ziqin thought in her heart. As soon as she let go, the sticky blood letter drifted into the depths of the stone abyss. Before she could blink, guests from all walks of life realized that the master and apprentice had already stepped on the stone bridge over the deep valley, disappeared outside the gate, and disappeared.

There were some brave people in the crowd, and I couldn't help but mutter:

"This is the 'white ghost' in that play!"

After a fierce battle, the two of them were covered with blood spots on their clothes. Ziqin was afraid that this messy look would scare passersby in the daytime, so she found a secluded place with Qingqing, and they rested in the dark alley for a while.

Qingqing dipped a handkerchief with a handkerchief and brushed away the large bloodstains of his master's palm and back. Suddenly he thought of something, he sighed in a low voice.

"Master, the lives of people in the world are too small..."
Chapter completed!