The cool breeze at night lacked the warmth of the day, and a thin layer of white mist filled the mountain jungle.
The waterfall on the top of Camelback Mountain seems to reach the sky under the shroud of mist. It plunges into the pool under the abyss with great force, causing roaring water waves to ring in the valley.
Su Laosan's two consecutive questions did not receive a positive answer from Qu Changan, so he said no more.
To be precise, he no longer has enough patience to explore the secrets Qu Changan hides.
He couldn't wait to avenge Xia Baiyou and kill the murderer who he had been searching for for ten years without success.
He unleashed the long-suppressed killing intent in his body and said in a cold voice: "You destroyed Baiyou's three souls and made her lose the chance of reincarnation. After you die, I will take your three souls and seven souls back to Kunlun.
Suppress it at the third peak, and the ethereal sword energy will torture you day and night."
"Kunlun is immortal, but your soul will perish forever."
"As for your physical body, I will combine the Kunlun secrets to pour copper water, kneel in front of Baiyou's grave to apologize, and it will last forever."
After Su Laosan finished speaking, he stepped back lightly with his right foot.
As he turned on his toes, his body exploded out.
As fast as a gust of wind, the scattered sand and stones were thrown up and rolled down the mountain.
To be honest, this is the first time I have seen San Bo take action.
In my impression, he has been pretending to be crazy and stupid for so many years. Let alone fighting with others, even if he is asked to carry something heavy, he will pant and roar.
The clearest time in my memory was when my family was renovating a house, and my uncle asked my third uncle to go to the entrance of the village to carry lumber.
The third uncle had to carry seventy or eighty kilograms of wood for an hour before he came back.
Just like that, I fainted from exhaustion and scared the whole family.
After that, no matter how busy or chaotic the family was, no one dared to call Uncle San for help.
I always thought that Uncle San was really mentally ill, and I never suspected that he was faking it.
However, his acting skills were impeccable, and even though there were so many people in Taoshan Village, no one noticed his flaws.
Grandpa was the only one who knew about it, but he helped third uncle hide it, and even grandma hid it. What else can I say?
In front of the waterfall, facing San Bo's first attack, Qu Changan's cold eyes narrowed slightly.
His legs were straightened, his energy was sinking in his Dantian, and his right arm was suddenly raised, like a dragon exploring the water and raised forward.
"boom."
The corners of Qu Changan's eyes twitched as they met each other with fists and palms.
The third uncle stands as tall as a pine tree, with his back straight.
"Yes, your skills have indeed improved a lot compared to fifteen years ago." The third uncle said calmly.
The next moment, the heart of the fist opened and turned quietly, dragging Qu Changan's right arm in a tricky manner.
"After all, I missed you by a long way, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hide until today." Qu Changan remained motionless, and his right arm held by the third uncle fell down at will, and he used force to break free.
Sanbo stepped forward, swept his left leg across, and struck again with his right hand in the air.
Qu Changan didn't panic or rush, and he took advantage of every opportunity.
The fight between the two became more and more fierce, and the speed dazzled me lying on the ground.
"I secretly learned this move to hit the sky bell from an old drunkard from the Taoist sect." Sanbo put his hands up, half-bowed his waist, half-stroked his sitting legs back, and struck out forcefully.
Qu Changan struggled to resist, and his toes landed on the ground and slid dozens of meters before he stopped.
"As expected of Madman Su, you can secretly learn Taoist techniques and become talented." Qu Changan's face flushed, and the energy and blood in his body boiled.
His lips were dry and white, and he exhaled loudly.
In the ten-stroke confrontation just now, he used all his strength.
He didn't know how much strength Su Xinglan used.
But he verified one thing, just as Xuanmen headmaster Ji Qingchi said, apart from a few invisible old monsters in Daxia, Su Xinglan can aspire to be the number one martial artist.
