"Yes, another warrior master went into the mountain with Uncle Mo early in the morning. If the warrior master catches up now, it should be too late."
This young man looked very gentle, and seemed worried when he spoke, just like a harmless little brother next door.
Qingyang looked at this man and sneered in his heart, but he also began to think about Yi Feng's safety.
After all, the real owner of this commission is Yi Feng. If something happens to Yi Feng, it means that the commission has failed.
Qingyang does not allow this kind of thing.
After all, he is the contemporary head of the Feixian Sect, and the elder brother of many immortal kings.
If you can't protect even a mere fourth-level warrior.
If the junior brothers and sisters of Feixian Sect find out, he, the senior brother, may not be able to save his face.
So I made up my mind immediately.
Then he smiled at the young man and said, "I wonder which direction Brother Yi Feng and the others are going?"
"Oh, they went into the canyon of the inner mountain."
The young man pointed in a direction to the east.
Qingyang knew that direction because he and Yi Feng passed by the canyon when they came to this mountain village yesterday.
At that time, Yi Feng said that the canyon was covered with snow all year round, and one of the roads that originally had two exits had long been blocked by ice.
The canyon today is just like a pocket.
If you go in, you have to go back the way you came.
At that time, Qingyang conducted tactical drills for this commission.
That is to lead the colorful blood tiger into the canyon. As long as the retreat of the colorful blood tiger is cut off, he and Yi Feng can easily kill it without worrying about escaping.
It's just that the tactics he planned for the Colorful Blood Tiger at the beginning, he didn't expect to use them on himself the next moment.
Moreover, the Spotted Blood Tiger is a plains monster that rarely appears in mountains and forests.
With such a habit, if there are no special circumstances, he will never set up his residence in a canyon.
Qingyang looked at the young man's seemingly harmless face, but he couldn't help but sneer inside.
"Little brother, I don't know the way. Can you show me the way?"
Qingyang had already made a plan in his heart, and now there is obviously something wrong with this young man.
But he still doesn't know what these people want to do, and the news about Yi Feng is also a secret.
So he won't take any unreasonable actions rashly now.
But doing nothing would seem a bit suspicious, so Qingyang simply came up with a way, that is, pretending to be a road idiot.
Now that Yi Feng is gone, Qingyang can probably deduce what happened last night.
These people must have used some means to take Yi Feng away.
As for what the strong man said at night that someone made a mistake, he should be talking about himself.
"What? The warrior master is actually a road idiot?"
Now it was the young man's turn to be confused. He originally thought that he could not find Qingyang last night because Qingyang was unfathomable and had already noticed the abnormality.
He thought of all the possibilities, but he never thought that Qingyang was a road idiot!
"Haha, to be honest little brother, I went to the toilet last night, but I couldn't find a place all night, so you slept in the toilet all night. Do you think it's ridiculous?"
Qingyang laughed loudly at the young man, and then half-jokingly held the clothes in front of the young man, as if he wanted the young man to smell it.
But when the young man saw Qingyang's appearance, there was a subtle look of disgust in his eyes.
Although this expression was well concealed.
But who is Qingyang? He can observe all the facial expressions of this young man at a glance.
After the young man took a few steps back, his eyes rolled around, as if he had thought of some good idea.
He simply clapped his hands and said: "In this case, I am the only one who can take the warrior master to the canyon!"
Qingyang saw the hidden pride in the young man's eyes, and all he felt in his heart was contempt.
Do these guys who appear out of nowhere really think they can kill themselves?
It's just a fifth-level Yuan Power, so what if there are seven people? If I want to, I can easily wipe out these people completely.
However, there is still something Qingyang doesn't understand, and that is how these people control the people in this village.
According to what the old hunter said when Qingyang came here before, the village chief and his only son were both dead.
Qingyang now began to seriously doubt the authenticity of this sentence.
Maybe the village chief and his only son were not dead, but were arrested and threatened the villagers?
The more Qingyang thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.
After all, people in the far north are different from those in the south.
Because they have been located in this cold zone all year round, their ancestors, descendants and descendants will inherit this cold wealth.
Because of this, their villages have a strong collective consciousness.
In this way, the hundreds of people in the village are like relatives connected by blood.
The village chief is even more like a clan leader.
If the village chief was really kidnapped, it would be possible for other people in the village to help them trap and kill the foreign warriors.
Thinking of this, Qingyang laughed loudly and grabbed the young man's arm: "Let's go! Without further ado! I wanted to kill the colorful blood tiger yesterday."
Facing Qingyang's seemingly fearless appearance, the young man felt contempt in his heart: How could a mere third-level warrior want to kill the colorful blood tiger? He might as well become its blood food when the time comes.
When Qingyang left, he paid a little attention to the situation in the village.
But he didn't see anyone except the young man.
Logically speaking, today is the day for him, the person who helps the village, to go out. Even if it is for acting, they should show up to dispel their suspicions.
Why is it so unusually quiet?
Slowly, the farther Qingyang got away from the village, the more he felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
This mood was much stronger than last night.
It's unusually cold in the valley today.
Even Qingyang couldn't help but wrap up his clothes tightly, and then exhaled a white breath: "It's a bit too cold to be here. Little brother, are you sure that the colorful blood tiger is in the valley?"
"Don't worry, Master Warrior. Uncle Mo is a very experienced hunter. He also knows a thing or two about the habits of monsters. If he said it was here, then there must be no problem."
Unknowingly, Qingyang and the young man had arrived at the entrance of the valley.
Qingyang looked around, and then kept nodding: "This place is really good. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the back road is completely blocked by ice. Once surrounded, it will definitely be a dead end!"
"Haha, what are you talking about, Master Warrior? We are still far away from the location of the colorful blood tiger. Why don't you leave?"
When the young man saw Qingyang standing in the middle of the road and not walking around, he was speechless for a moment, because he was about to reach his destination now and he didn't want to make any mistakes.