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Zhao Ji climbed in a daze among the mountains and ridges that could not see the top of the peak. Only then did Zhao Ji realize the surrounding scene. In this high mountain ridge that could not be seen, there were many mists that were sometimes deep and sometimes thin, and stood alone in the endless South Sky Gate...

I don’t know how long it took, as the mist dissipated, the towering peaks gradually appeared in front of Zhaoji and his daughter. Zhaoji and his daughter were climbing onto a small platform on the mountain, panting and sucking the thin oxygen in the mountains...

This is the commanding heights overlooking the Fourth Fields. The southeast wind rushes towards all directions. Zhaoji and his daughter, who have not yet stood firm, staggered a few steps before they stood firm. Although they stood firm, they couldn't help but sound when they heard their teeth clattering. This was clearly the sound of teeth fighting each other. I didn't think much about it! The nose must be red and purple. Zhaoji and his daughter hurriedly stretched out their hands and exhaled a few breaths of heat. The scene was like being in the ice and snow in the extreme south or north!

"It's so cold! Father, are you okay?"

"Good girl! My father is fine..."

After talking to each other with his back to the mountain, Zhaoji and his daughter said a few words to each other, she felt something was strange at the foot of the mountain. After turning over and looking at it, her mood instantly fell to the cold valley...

"Hi! Little beauty, how do you feel when climbing these beautiful mountains and rivers? I and my brothers have been waiting here for a long time!" The white-faced young man stroked the paper fan in his hand, and said with a playful look on his lips.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji's face changed drastically. She didn't do any more rest and took Cai Yong's hand. She turned around and continued to climb to the top of the mountain. However, before Zhao Ji and his daughter had taken a few more steps, several suffocating figures appeared on the top of the peak. After careful examination, they were obviously the second guard of the white youth. After a quick review, they found that each of the younger brothers around him was good at all...

Zhao Ji sat down without saying a word, without stopping, and pulled down the guzheng with an unusual material with his backhand. A "soul-grabbing song" was about to sound. But what Zhao Ji never expected was that this time, the innocent young man came prepared. At the moment when Zhao Ji took off the guzheng with his backhand, a sudden scabbard hit the guzheng on Zhao Ji's back with heavy internal force...

"Bang..." With a sound, the guzheng that had just left Zhao Ji's back flew towards Baijing's hand as if he saw a lovely master...

"Not good!" Zhao Ji's face changed and shouted loudly, and she was about to step forward to take back the Guzheng. Unfortunately, it was just one step later. The Guzheng fell steadily into the hands of the Baijing Youth...

The young man took the guzheng and slowly stroked it. He mentioned that he sniffed deeply in front of his nostrils. He couldn't help but praise him, and said in a daze: "It smells so fragrant. I wonder if the smell on the little beauty will be even more fragrant than this guzheng?"

Seeing this, Zhao Ji looked around again. After seeing that there was no way out, she was completely desperate. She held Cai Yong's hand tighter, and even a little sweat appeared. She could sweat in the mountains where the northeast wind whistled. Needless to say, it should be cold sweat...

After touching the Guzheng again, the young man handed it to the genius beside him. He opened the fan and walked towards Zhaoji and his daughter with a dirty smile...

***

"Hey! What's going on with these people? Why are there any formations of government catching people?" Long Fei followed the road guided by the aunt to the foot of the mountain of Junling Mountains, and was puzzled when he saw the formations of these servants.

...

"Hey! This guy, I'll ask, I wonder what you are doing here?" Long Fei quickly stepped forward and asked politely at the middle-aged man who looked like a leader.

The middle-aged man frowned and slowly turned around when he heard the sound. A shocking aura involuntarily emanated from his body, reaching Long Fei...

"Ho! Is the momentum good? This person must be a martial arts practitioner, but his momentum is not as good as a finger of Lao Long! If you want to use this to suppress me, then you are too underestimating me Lao Long, right?" Long Fei thought to himself without changing his face, and smiled and waited for the middle-aged man's answer.

"Press! This person is a master..." The middle-aged man briefly summarized a sentence and then replied politely: "This hero! Are you an outsider?"

"Yeah! It's really..."

"Oh! My young master has already wrapped this mountain. If the hero needs to pass by this mountain, please take a detour..."

When Long Fei heard the word "Young Master", he looked around and finally contacted the aunt's words. He finally confirmed that this was the target he needed to find: the son of the rich man...

"Oh! What if this hero insists on passing by?" Long Fei pushed open the paper fan hard and smiled slightly.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he tightened the sword of the emperor in his hand and said without hesitation: "If the hero insists on passing by here, don't blame us for being ruthless!" He said this, but looked in his heart: "So what about the master? Is this sword of the emperor in my hand powerful and powerful? This is the "Xiao Jian Sword" that was forged in the Zhou Dynasty, one of the three swords of Emperor Yin. I killed no ten thousand people, but there are more than a thousand people, and there are many famous guys in the world..."

During the conversation, Long Fei accidentally discovered the sword in the middle-aged man's hand, and a powerful sword energy rushed towards Long Fei...

"Hey! Good sword, before she was unsheathed, she had such a powerful sword energy. No wonder this guy dared to challenge Lao Long..." Long Fei secretly praised himself and used insight techniques to the sword in the middle-aged man's hand:

Xiao Practice Sword: Ancient Chinese famous sword, forged in the Zhou Dynasty, was one of the three swords of Emperor Yin, ranking third, with a sword energy index of level 5. The second of the three swords of Emperor Yin can sense the first of the three swords of Emperor Yin, and the tenth most famous swords of Emperor Yin in ancient China, and the "Chengying Sword" with the reputation of "Exquisite and Elegant Sword" was born.

"Oh! One of the three swords of Emperor Yin, the top ten famous swords in ancient China? Mom's! I, Lao Long, must have this sword. Lao Long, I want to see what the so-called "Exquisite and Elegant Sword" looks like..." Long Fei shouted in his heart, and then quickly carried out his own understanding of body skills, "Phantom Xiaoyao", and quickly solved the subordinates around the middle-aged man, and stood in front of the middle-aged man with four eyes...

"What's wrong! Are you not convinced? Come on if you don't agree! Let this hero see your master's tricks..." Long Fei shouted arrogantly without regard.

"You...you...you bully people too much! Okay, then I will let you see the 'Xiao Practice Sword' in my hand..."
Chapter completed!