Tai'a Mountain, the treasure mountain of the Great Triangle.
The so-called Baoshan must first have some history, and secondly, it must be unique, rich in resources, and unique.
Tai'a Mountain is very steep, like a sharp sword reaching into the sky, with a powerful power that the mountains on its back cannot.
not only.
The State of Chu during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was located within Tianzhou; and the Tai'a Sword, the most important treasure of the Chu State, was rumored to have been forged on Tai'a Mountain, hence Tai'a Mountain.
The kings of Chu State also worshiped the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth in Mount Tai'a.
This tradition has continued.
Every year during the Qingming Festival, the superiors of the state government, war department, and city government also come back to worship the ancestors of Daxia.
now.
The moonlight shrouded the top of Tai'a Mountain, and the cold wind shone.
On the edge of the cliff, a figure in white clothes stands with hands behind his back. Under the moonlight, he looks mysterious and mysterious, and cannot be fathomed.
"call."
Suddenly, a strong wind rushed up, and it was a cold black shadow.
"You came."
Ye Fan spoke.
Slowly turning around, Murong Huang's face was cold and he was dressed in black, making him look like a ghost in the dark night.
"Murong Huang."
"Ye Fan."
The two of them announced their names.
Murong Huang raised his eyebrows and hummed: "My guess is good, you are indeed from the Ye royal family."
Ye Fan smiled lightly, "Why do you say that? Just because my surname is Ye?"
"Only the Ye Royal Family can cultivate a monster like you. If my guess is correct, you are already a martial arts master."
"good eyesight."
Ye Fan secretly appreciated it.
His aura was very restrained. I didn't expect Murong Huang to see through it so easily. This is enough to show that Murong Huang is amazing.
Also a Grandmaster?
Good guys, all kinds of monsters and monsters are coming out.
I have always heard that the youngest grandmaster in the martial arts world is King Xiaowu of the Martial Arts Temple, who became a martial arts grandmaster at the age of 28.
But looking at it now, Murong Huang is probably only around 25, and is much more talented than King Xiao Wu.
Generally speaking, a genius of this level cannot be hidden in the snow, that is to say, it is not a genius of the Seventy-Two Sects.
in addition--
The seven royal families do not have the Murong surname.
"You're probably right."
"oh?"
"I am indeed a child of the Ye Royal Family, but I was not trained by the royal family. Everything I learned was taught by my master and I worked hard for my life. It has nothing to do with the Ye Royal Family."
Murong Huang's eyes flashed, and then he said strangely: "You are the abandoned son of the Ye Royal Family."
Ye Fan was not angry, "You can say that."
"So, what is your identity? You are not a disciple of the sect, nor a member of the royal family."
"Why do I have to rely on the sect and family? Can't I reach this point on my own, just like you?" Murong Huang asked back.
Ye Fan nodded, then nodded, "Let's not talk about these, but actually I have some guesses. Your voice told me that it was the person who bid for the Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map with me at the Lingxiao Hotel that day."
"Yes, it's me."
"The Picture of Mountains and Rivers was brought by Luoyin's mother from her natal family, and it is actually related to this big secret. In the eyes of others, it is just an ancient painting, and they don't know that it was purchased for hundreds of billions, but you are willing to fight with me,
He must know something. In other words..."
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "Are you a member of Luoyin's mother's tribe? But I asked and found out that Luoyin's mother's surname is not Murong. Maybe she changed her name to avoid being pursued by her family."
Murong Huang laughed loudly, clapped his hands and praised: "Ye Fan, you are extremely smart and can associate so many things with clues; but unfortunately, your guess is only half correct."
"oh?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
Half right, what's wrong?
Is Murong Huang also an abandoned son? Or does the problem lie with Luoyin’s mother? Or... is it a picture of mountains and rivers?
Murong Huang obviously did not ask for an explanation.
Ye Fan knew that there was no point in asking, so he changed the subject and asked: "Are you supporting the Zhao family to attack the Qin family and deal with Luoyin? Or do you have some deeper purpose?"
"I'm not afraid to tell you, I want a map of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away."
"Do you know the secret?"
Murong Huang nodded, then shook his head.
Ye Fan laughed and said: "It seems that you also know a little bit about it. Well, it's not appropriate to say more. Since we meet, we must go through a few tricks to find out the background."
"I think so too."
In an instant, Murong Huang's aura surged out like a sea, thick and vicissitudes of life, completely unlike the aura possessed by a young man.
Ye Fan's eyelids jumped wildly.
His fighting spirit boiled, his white clothes made noise, and he shouted: "Superior of the war department, come out, and I ask you to be a witness."
Wang Danshu was not surprised that he was discovered.
Ye Fan and Murong Huang are both strong men, and can even be said to be martial arts overlords, but he is just a warrior with inner strength, and he certainly cannot hide it.
"Although the two young masters take action, they still hope to stop it. Give me, Mr. Wang, some face and give me three minutes to discuss."
"good."
Ye Fan and Murong Huang had no objections.
The war is about to break out.
Wang Danshu retreated thirty meters, fearing that he would be injured by the Gang Qi. He watched the battle intently. After all, in a master-level battle, you can still learn some things, such as combat skills and experience.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan and Murong Huang exchanged punches.
Um?
Suddenly, Ye Fan's expression changed, and he felt his arms were numb and even sore. He was extremely shocked, and when he raised his eyes, he found a cold smile on the corner of Murong Huang's mouth.