Before the dangerous pass of Xiongguan Pass, perhaps due to the terrain, the speed of the wind and snow flying here accelerated, and it was even a bit cold to the bone.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the ancient Chinese characters Dao on the huge city of Xiongguan, his expression slightly changed.
Yongxueguan!
On Lin Huang's route from the Great Xia Dynasty to Piaoxue Palace, there were two places that he could not avoid no matter what:
One is the Blood Triangle.
The second one is the Yongxue Pass!
He had analyzed with Qin Xuance before that before he arrived at Yongxue Pass, the people from Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower would definitely notice that he was traveling alone for thousands of miles.
Once they discover this, they will inevitably wait and wait at Yongxue Gate.
Looking at the solemn figures standing in Yongxueguan Mountain, their scornful gazes piercing down, Lin Huang took a long breath and quietly suppressed his martial arts aura in the third level of the Human Yuan.
Fortunately, Lin Huang had already disguised himself in the Western Tang Dynasty. Now he has a dark face, a bit of a hunchback even though he is young, and is dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his skin is extremely rough.
"What's going on?"
Jia Wanjin’s weak Q&A in the carriage.
"Master Jia, there are people blocking the road ahead," Lin Huang replied. Although they were far away and could not see the figures of those people clearly, Lin Huang naturally knew that these people must be people from Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower.
I just don’t know if Han Shan and Qi Lie are here.
Then, a Tianyuan realm warrior in front of the caravan turned around and said to Jia Wanjin in the carriage, "Mr. Jia, these people are not simple. There are no less than ten Tianyuan realm warriors. It may be a bit difficult to pass the border.
Tricky".
"Ask them how much it costs!"
Jia Wanjin is straightforward, what he lacks most is money.
Not long after, two people walked out of the Yongxue Gate and slowly walked towards the convoy. As they walked, a sharp breath was wrapped in the wind and snow, slapping everyone's face painfully.
Their eyes were as sharp as eagle eyes, scanning everyone's face, and then stopped in front of Lin Huang...
Lin Huang's heart was slightly frightened. Facing the two murderous Tianyuan warriors, he looked obviously panicked and quickly said to the people in the carriage:
"Master Jia, the two adults are here!"
Jia Wanjin walked out of the carriage weakly, his body getting weaker and weaker, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, "I don't know what you call me, I'm Jia Wanjin of the Western Tang Dynasty!"
"Jia Wanjin, the richest man in the Western Tang Dynasty?"
The two of them were obviously a little surprised. They didn't expect that this caravan, which didn't look like much, was actually hiding Jia Wanjin, the richest man in the Western Tang Dynasty. And they naturally knew everything about what happened to the Jia family.
"You don't need to know who we are, we only give you a stick of incense time to think about it. If you want to pass Yongxue Pass and leave millions of gold, otherwise you will have no choice but to leave your life here."
Ahem...
Hearing this, Jia Wanjin coughed violently several times, and his withered face turned red. Before he could speak, the two Tianyuan warriors said again:
"Besides, this million gold can only allow you to pass the Snow Pass at most. Everyone else has to stay here."
Hearing this, Lin Huang felt a chill in his heart.
These two people are definitely from Fengyulou and Tianlei Sect. Presumably, they also know that they may change their appearance, so they have the mentality that they would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let it go.
No one would ever think of embracing the snow pass like this.
Even Jia Wanjin and the others couldn't tell whether it was true or false, so there was only one way. As long as the person could come up with a million gold, it would be true. If he couldn't come up with it, he would die.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, they have not lost anything. If it is true, they can still make millions of gold.
"Your Excellencies are acting too domineeringly." Jia Wanjin frowned and looked at the two Tianyuan warriors in front of him and said:
"Even Jie Dao does not do this."
"There is no negotiation about today's matter. If you want to bargain, you must have the strength and confidence."
One of them, Tianyuan, hummed, not taking the caravan seriously at all. After all, there were ten Tianyuan realm warriors behind him at the Yongxue Gate, so how could this caravan be comparable.
Originally, they were also confused. In order to intercept and kill Linhuang, one Earth Yuan realm was enough, so why go to such trouble.
It wasn't until they came to Yongxue Pass that they realized that the terrain here was difficult and it was really a good place for killing people and stealing goods. After staying here for three days, the wealth in their hands was comparable to what they had gained in half a year in the sect.
Not only will there be profits, but it can also be guaranteed that the forest wasteland will never be spared.
Such a good thing, why haven't I noticed it before?
"Who are you? I have been walking in the Eastern Spiritual Realm for decades, but no one dares to block my way." Jia Wanjin said sternly, obviously not willing to compromise the two people's opinions.
One million gold can buy your own life, but you can't buy your daughter's life. How can you say that!
Steal money and still kill people?
"Mr. Jia, don't pretend to be so tough. You have to pay or die. Half of the time for this stick of incense has passed," said a Tianyuan warrior, not paying any attention to what Jia Wanjin said.
"Did you know that my son-in-law is Feng Wanli from the Blood Triangle? If it were known that you had touched my Jia family, would you be able to bear the anger of the Blood Clothes Alliance?"
Jia Wanjin threatened sternly.
"Feng Wanli?"
The two Tianyuan frowned slightly and muttered, and then smiled unscrupulously: "In this case, we can't be blamed. If you all die here, who will Feng Wanli look for to take revenge?"
The two of them are not afraid of Feng Wanli. Although he is one of the major overlords in the Blood Triangle, Jia Wanjin died here. Does Feng Wanli know who did it?
They won't stay here for long. Even if Feng Wanli comes, they have already left.
Even if Feng Wanli knew the identities of himself and others, would he dare to seek revenge from Fengyulou and Tianlei Sect?
Lin Huang on the side also frowned secretly, but he never thought that the people from Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower were so determined to kill him, and it seemed difficult to get through.
I'm afraid I won't be able to save this caravan if my identity is revealed.
"Who is your boss? I'll go talk to them. I believe he will make a wise decision." Jia Wanjin said at the side. Although he is extremely weak, he is a person who has been immersed in business for decades. What kind of trouble?
I have never seen him before, and his haggard face looked extremely calm.
"Humph, you are not qualified to see our boss!"
One of the Tianyuan warriors sneered.
"Then if you rely on the words 'Mountain and River Ancient Scrolls', do you qualify to see him?" Jia Wanjin's face was covered with a hint of frost, and he ignored the two of them, walked out of the carriage alone, and walked towards Yongxue tremblingly.
Close and go.
"Father……"
Seeing Jia Wanjin get out of the car and walk towards Yongxue Pass, Jia Xuanxuan's face immediately turned pale.
Lin Huang looked at the swaying and thin figure in front of him with a complicated look on his face. At the same time, he felt a sense of curiosity in his heart. Jia Wanjin's whisper just now echoed in his mind, "If I haven't come out within half a stick of incense, hurry up and drive."
Take Xuanxuan to escape from Yongxue Pass."
Lin Huang didn't understand, what kind of confidence did Jia Wanjin have to face the top ten Tianyuan from Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower?
With his mouth?
Or rely on the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers?
In the wind and snow, Jia Wanjin walked into Yongxue Pass with coughs constantly, followed by the two Tianyuan warriors just now, and the three figures gradually disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Lin Huang gripped the riding whip in his hand and took a deep breath. If anything went wrong at all, he would leave here quickly.
Under the towering Yongxue Pass, except for the whistling of the wind and snow, there was no other sound. Everyone in the caravan looked at the Fengxue Pass with somewhat solemn expressions.
The four Tianyuan warriors in the caravan even blushed with shame.
They, the mighty Tianyuan warriors, could not even speak in front of this group of people, and even allowed a sick man to step into Yongxue Pass alone.
…
As time went by, the wind and snow seemed to become more and more severe. Lin Huang counted the time, and his hand holding the riding crop tightened even more.
In Yongxue Pass, there was no movement at all. No figure of Jia Wanjin could be seen, and no one from Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower could be seen.
Outside the pass, the horses of the caravan suddenly became restless, as if they sensed something and wanted to escape from here.
Jia Xuanxuan's bare hands squeezed the corners of her clothes tightly, getting tighter and tighter. The veins on her white palms were already exposed, and her clear eyes gradually became desperate.
A full half-quarter of an hour.
The entire Yongxue Pass was eerily quiet.
Until Lin Huang tightened the reins and was about to take Jia Xuanxuan away, a rickety figure suddenly walked out of Yongxue Pass...
The figure looked extremely frail, covering his mouth and coughing constantly.
However, he waved his hand and motioned for everyone to move forward.
In the carriage behind her, Jia Xuanxuan cried with joy and kept urging Lin Huang to hurry up so she could catch his father.
Lin Huang also breathed a sigh of relief and drove the carriage towards Jia Wanjin at high speed. However, he was also full of doubts in his heart, "How did Jia Wanjin convince the top ten Tianyuan to let everyone pass by Yongxue Pass?"
After Jia Wanjin got in the car, Lin Huang could clearly feel that Jia Wanjin's cough was obviously much worse than before.
In addition, Lin Huang could also smell the smell of blood on Jia Wanjin's body that had not yet dissipated.
"Could it be?"
Lin Huang suddenly thought of something, then turned around and opened the curtain of the carriage and said, "Master Jia, please drink some water. This will help you relax a little."
Jia Wanjin hummed twice, took Lin Huang's water bag, and took a deep look at Lin Huang.
When Lin Huang put down the curtain and turned around to continue driving, his expression had changed drastically, and the speculations and thoughts in his heart became more intense.
Although Jia Wanjin had a severe cough, when he handed the water in, he did not cough up any blood. So where did the smell of blood on Jia Wanjin come from?
"He killed all ten Tianyuan warriors?"
Thinking of this, Lin Huang himself was a little scared. If this was true as he speculated, then this Jia Wanjin would be too terrifying.
Anyone who knows Jia Wanjin knows that this man has no martial arts skills. The reason why he has become rich is all due to the reputation of his son-in-law and his flexible mind.
And being able to kill dozens of Tianyuan warriors within half a stick of incense without being harmed at all means that he is at least at the seventh level of Tianyuan.
If this is really the case, how can Jia Wanjin not be terrifying?
What is the purpose of a person who hides his cultivation for decades?
If he is a person with no cultivation, he may not value the Ancient Mountains and Rivers Scrolls. But for a person with cultivation, can he really not be moved by the various rumors about the Ancient Mountains and Rivers Scrolls?
How could he hand it over to Xuanyuan Tibing so easily?
Thinking of this, Lin Huang felt like his head was getting big... This matter was too complicated!
Ancient mountain and river scrolls that have been passed down for hundreds of years.
Countless mummies whose flesh and blood had been drained.
The human myth of Xuanyuan Tibing.
The mysterious blood shadow that captures the soul.