Chapter 173 Unsettled [Thanks to the Black Robe Leader]
In a small valley somewhere in the Panchi Mountains, there was a ripple in the space.
Then a man and a woman came out holding hands.
The man and woman are naturally Qin Ziling and Xiao Qing.
As soon as he came out, Qin Ziling released a spiritual soul to explore all directions, and then quickly put the animal bag containing Hua Chi and the bag containing pills into the corpse ring.
Xiao Qing was not surprised when she saw the bag in Qin Ziling's hand disappearing out of thin air.
Two hours later.
A luxury carriage drove out of Jinliao County and headed all the way to Fangshan County.
The drivers were two towering men.
There were one man and three women sitting in the car.
This luxurious carriage is naturally the carriage of the Xiao family.
After Qin Ziling and Xiao Qing decided to participate in the hunting in the Dragon Veins of Panchi Mountain, they made arrangements for Xia Yan and others to wait for them in Jinliao County.
Qin Ziling leaned his back on the soft pillow and closed his eyes leisurely, as if nothing had happened.
In fact, his soul was closely observing all the movements around him at this time, and he was thinking about the harvest and the next development plan in his heart.
Xiao Qing seemed to be thinking about something very important, without saying a word and with a serious expression.
Xia Yan and Yun Xiwu are both smart people and know what things should be asked and what things should not be asked.
Xiao Qing and Qin Ziling did not speak. They both remained silent and did not ask about the Dragon Vein Land.
However, Xia Yan and Yun Xiwu looked very relaxed at this time. In the three days before this, they had been worried every day.
While everything was quiet inside the carriage, with only the sound of the carriage rolling across the ground outside from time to time, other parts of Qinghe County were quite uneasy.
At the foot of Panchi Mountain, in a temporary house.
"Six heads, they actually hunted six Chi Chi-heads, two more than the previous one!" The bearded man from the Chi Luo Sect said with a distressed look on his face.
"Uncle Master, do you want to investigate?" A man came forward and asked.
"We've already killed them all, so what's there to investigate? Besides, this is Da Qi, so whoever gets Hua Chi has anything to do with us?" The man with the beard waved his hand and said.
Not far from Panchi Mountain, a crane suddenly sounded in the sky.
A large crane with wings spread about ten meters rushed out of the sky and then flew down to a grassy area in the jungle.
The big crane is all white, without a single hair. It has a golden head, a golden iron beak, and two claws like copper hooks that can penetrate gold and stone.
This crane is called the Golden Crowned Crane, and it is a rare bird of the third rank.
The golden-crowned crane fell, and an old Taoist leaped on its back.
This old man is short and fat, with a kind-faced look. Like all elderly people, his face is full of wrinkles and age spots. If he were not riding a golden-crowned crane, he would not look out of the ordinary.
"Master!" The old Taoist man had just jumped off the golden-crowned crane when someone came out of the jungle, carrying a hidden beast bag and bowing slightly to him. It was Feng Ziluo, the contemporary leader of the Golden Sword Sect.
As for the other surviving disciples, they were naturally sent away by Feng Ziluo and acted separately.
The short and fat old Taoist, that is, Jian Bailou glanced at the beast bag in Feng Ziluo's hand. His seemingly cloudy eyes revealed a sharp light like a sword, and the beard on his chin trembled.
"Very good! Let's go!"
"Yes, Master." Feng Ziluo responded, and he and Jian Bailou jumped onto the Golden Crown Crane.
A crane chirped loudly, reaching into the sky.
The golden-crowned crane spread its wings and fanned them repeatedly, whipping up strong winds and carrying the master and apprentice of Jianbailou into the sky, flying all the way in the direction of Jinjian Mountain.
However, before the Golden-Crown Crane flew very far, there was a white dot in the distance, like an arrow coming towards the Golden-Crown Crane through the clouds.
The white spot kept enlarging, and it turned out to be a big crane.
This big crane is also covered in snow-white, and when it flaps its wings, there are clouds and mist rising around it, making it look like the legendary crane from the immortal family.
However, the eyes of this big crane don't have much spirituality. It's obvious that they haven't opened their minds and are psychic yet, so they can't be considered a spiritual crane, but a third-grade exotic bird, Feiyun Crane.
Sitting on Feiyunhe is an old Taoist wearing a white Taoist robe, a star crown on his head, a fly whisk in his hand, a childlike face and crane hair, and an air of immortal Taoism.
When the old Taoist saw the Golden-crowned Crane spreading its wings and flying towards him, he swung the fly whisk forward in his hand. Suddenly, clouds and mist rolled in front of him, like a rolling river across the sky, blocking the Golden-crowned Crane's path.
"I wonder what Elder Wen means by this?" Jian Bailou patted the golden-crowned crane's neck gently, and the golden-crowned crane floated in the air and flapped its wings.
"Hmph, I still want to ask what do you mean by your disciple? He actually killed my junior brother, Elder Shen Yan!" Elder Wen said coldly.
"Since you have entered the land of dragon veins, you have to live and die according to your fate. Seeing that your junior brother was killed today, I will inevitably feel sad and angry. I will not argue with you. Please come back." Jian Bailou said calmly.
"Jianbailou, do you still think you are still the same Jianbailou you were before? You are just hanging on for a breath! Today you ask Fengziluo to follow me back to Biyun Sect and explain the matter clearly, otherwise..." Elder Wen said.
He had a proud face and a murderous intent on his body.
"Otherwise?" Jian Bailou asked lightly. He was originally short and fat, looked kind-hearted, and had wrinkles and age spots on his face. He looked no different from an ordinary old man. Suddenly, he became sharper, like a sharp sword unsheathed.
, piercing the sky.
"Otherwise, I won't give up!" Elder Wen looked at Jian Bailou with a hint of timidity flashing through his eyes, but a ruthless look soon followed.
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"You asked Mr. Qingsong to tell me this! You are not qualified yet!" Jian Bailou said, patting the golden-crowned crane on the neck.
The golden-crowned crane made a chirping sound, spread its wings and soared into the sky above.
"Where to go!" Elder Wen's face changed slightly when he saw this. He flicked the dust in his hand, and suddenly thousands of silver threads shot through the air towards Jianbailou's master and disciples, densely packed like arrows all over the sky.
Jian Bailou watched thousands of silver threads coming through the sky without saying anything. He raised his hand and a golden light shot out, turning into a golden flying sword.
As soon as the flying sword stirred in the air, a golden vortex appeared in the air, and thousands of silver threads were sucked into it.
Jian Bailou made a sword gesture with his hand, and the flying sword stirred again in the air.
Suddenly, thousands of golden cold lights appeared in the golden vortex.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound was like the strings of a guzheng being broken.
Thousands of silver threads were cut off by the golden cold light.
A little bit of silver light rolls back.
Elder Wen rode Feiyunhe back again and again, his rosy face turned slightly pale, and the silk whisk in his hand hung down, its luster dim.
A golden light burst through the sky, like a golden rainbow penetrating the sky.
"You!" Elder Wen was angry and frightened when he saw this. He quickly threw the fly whisk into the air. The silver thread flickered, rolling up thick clouds and covering the golden rainbow.
The golden rainbow rushes through the clouds and mist like a golden dragon making waves in the sea.
The clouds and mist were billowing violently, and the real energy in Elder Wen's body surged, and his face became paler. He was swaying on the Feiyun Crane, as if he was about to fall.
"Hiss!" a sound.
The golden rainbow broke through the clouds and shot towards Elder Wen.
Upon seeing this, Elder Wen finally showed a look of panic. He raised his hand, and an ice crystal-like shield continued to expand in the air, trying to block the golden rainbow coming from the sky.
However, Jin Hong did not attack the ice crystal-like shield, but turned back in mid-air, turning into a small golden sword and falling back into Jian Bailou's hand.
"Get out!" Putting away his flying sword, Jian Bailou looked at Elder Wen with sword-like eyes and shouted coldly.
This time, Elder Wen said nothing, put away his fly whisk, and rode away on Feiyunhe in an instant.
Not long after Elder Wen left, Jian Bailou's entire body began to age, and he no longer had the aura of a pioneer with his sword thrust into the sky.
There is a faint black air on the face.
"Master!" Feng Ziluo looked worried when he saw this.
"Don't worry, with the Hua Chi you brought back this time, I can continue to be the master for another five or six years. But five or six years is still too short for you!" Jian Bailou waved his hand and said.
"Master, do you really have no hope of breaking through?" Feng Ziluo asked.
"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!" Jian Bailou shook his head and said three difficult words in a row.
When Feng Ziluo heard this, he shut up and kept silent, not asking any more questions.
As the leader of the Golden Sword Sect and a great qi refiner in the True Yuan realm, Feng Ziluo knew how difficult it was to step into the Fa Yuan realm, so he was unwilling to do so. Now that he had Hua Chi in his hand, he had a fluke mentality, so he did this.
Just ask.
But the three words "difficult" in Jianbailou have clearly told him that there is no need to take chances.
In silence, the golden-crowned crane spread its wings and flew like lightning in the direction of Jinjian Mountain.
Qinghe County City, outside the south gate.
The soldiers, each wearing shining armor and filled with evil spirits, stood upright with their swords in hand.
In the middle of the army, an old man with white beard and hair and a majestic body as tall as a mountain was riding on a clouded leopard horse.
To the left of the old man is a sturdy man with a short stature. The man is also riding a clouded leopard horse. His thick palms hold a big hammer horizontally on the horse's back.
This big man was naturally none other than Cui Shanhe.
The old man was none other than Cui Baiming, the old man of the Cui family.
In front of them, there were more than ten people blocking their way.
The leader was a man in brocade who was nearly sixty years old, with a majestic demeanor, and a body of energy and blood that was as powerful as Long Xiaotian's.
"Hou Yuehong, although I have old bones all over my body, I am not dead yet! When will it be your turn to block my way, get out of my way!" Cui Baiming shouted to the man in brocade, with his white beard and hair flamboyant and majestic.
"Of course I don't dare to stand in Mr. Cui's way, but Cui Shanhe killed me, the elder of the Hou family, and I have to leave an explanation." Hou Yuehong said solemnly.
"What do you mean? If your Hou family can't afford to play, don't send people into the land of Dragon Vein. Since you want to play, let each of you live in his destiny. If you come back later to block the way of the leader of the Cui family and want to keep him, do you really think that
Are my Cui family easy to bully?
Do you really think that I dare not order the Hou family to fight to the death? If this is really the case, Hou Yuehong, do you think the Hou family can afford the consequences?" Cui Boming said coldly.
As soon as Cui Baiming finished speaking, the troops on both sides behind him immediately roared in unison, pointing their swords at Hou Yuehong and others.
"You are so bold that you dare to point your weapon at Mr. Hou!" People around Hou Yuehong shouted angrily.
But the soldiers around Cui Boming were not moved at all.
Hou Yuehong's face changed from gloomy to bright.
Finally, Hou Yuehong raised his hand, turned the horse's head, and led the people away.
"Shanhe, you shouldn't have killed Hou Hu. The Hou family will definitely not let this matter go!" An old man on Cui Baiming's right said with a gloomy and ugly face.
"Hmph, do you think that if Shanhe doesn't kill Hou Hu, the Hou family will let the Cui family go? If Shanhe kills Hou Hu and gets Hua Chi, at least Shanhe's cultivation will be further improved, and I can protect the Cui family from the storm for a few more years!
Cui Baiming's face darkened and he scolded the old man on the right.
"That's what the uncle said!" The old man on the right's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he still bowed quickly and said.
"Let's go!" Cui Baiming glanced at the old man and sighed secretly.
How could he not understand the thoughts of these Cui family members?
Now that he, the old man of the Cui family, is still in charge, the members of the Cui family still dare not have second thoughts, and they can still deal with the outside world in unison.
In the army, the trusted soldiers trained by the Cui family will not have second thoughts.
But what if he dies? With Cui Shanhe’s qualifications and strength, it will be difficult to control the situation.
You have to give him at least ten years before he can really grow up!
But can he last ten more years?
"Time!" Cui Baiming sighed secretly in his heart again, raised his whip and whipped the clouded leopard horse violently.
"drive!"
Cui Baiming took the lead and led everyone into the South City Gate with great momentum, as if returning from a victorious battle.
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Qinghe County City, the lobby of a martial arts gym.
This martial arts gym is a branch of Jinyeolmen in Qinghe County.
An old man wearing a golden robe and a star crown, with a long and narrow face, bulging cheekbones, white beard and hair, unusually cold eyes, and a cold demeanor with no anger or self-power, sat at the top.
On the left side of the square table.
The old man's face was extremely gloomy and ugly at this time, and a terrifying and powerful aura was constantly emanating from his body, giving people the feeling that a volcano was about to erupt at any time.
Below the old man stood a Huajin martial artist. This Huajin martial artist did not dare to breathe.