This also asked Cheng Qian's question, because in his lack of deep understanding, Han Yuan's coward who was afraid of dogs would never have such a heroic spirit of exploration, even for the sake of a sense of qi.

"Nonsense, looking at the moon in the morning and night, the stone gate is wide open, and the valley will certainly not be like this," the eldest brother sternly looked at the creditor's face, "The nonsense you ask is just a brain."

A sentence slapped the two of them in the mouth, and Li Yun and Cheng Qian, who were "not just brains", were speechless.

Suddenly, Yan Zhengming stopped unexpectedly, and Cheng Qian, who was following him, was not careful and bumped into him.

He was barely enough to reach Yan Zhengming’s chest, so Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand without much effort and stopped him beside him.

The orchid fragrance that could not rinse even the cold pond water on the eldest brother almost choked Cheng Qian out of a sneeze. Then he heard a "hiss" sound, and when he lowered his head, he found that the eldest brother had pulled off his half of his sleeve, which was stained with algae and dirt.

In response to this, the eldest brother disliked him with confidence: "Why are you still carrying it with you? You don't think it's dirty."

It seems that Cheng Qian’s sleeves were not stained by him!

Inexplicably, he was forced to be "breaking his sleeves". Cheng Qian suddenly felt that his senior brother was not that much like a big girl - if there were such a bastard girl in the world, he would probably not be able to marry in the future no matter what.

The stone steps had come to an end. What stood in front of them was a hole of two people as high as the height of the two. Two large stone doors that should have been closed were open, revealing a dark corner inside.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming whispered, "Is the real person Zipeng closed?"

The shemale demon has different paths, and Yan Zhengming himself hates hairy birds and beasts, so he puts himself in touch with others and feels that this hairless place is not too popular here. The mountain cave is not a good place to come. The unusual day this day has made Yan Zhengming, who has never been heartless, feel a little uneasy.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a moment and walked in the crack of the open stone door. A sweet fragrance came to his face, but his delicate nose still smelled a faint smell of fishy smell.

A chicken feather was carved on the stone wall of the inner door, but at this time, the mark seemed very shallow and the tail was almost unseen. People who don’t need to have common sense could guess that the situation of the mark’s owner might not be very good. The question is... is she about to die or is she harmed by someone?

Zhenren Zi Peng is a great monster with more than 800 years of Taoism. He has great magical powers. It is logical that he should not let them sneak in quietly like this. Yan Zhengming was cautious and did not speak out.

He turned around and made a "quiet" gesture to the two annoying junior brothers behind him. He tiptoed to a locked stone door inside, and tentatively twisted the mechanism above.

Halfway through the twist, he remembered something again, paused, and roared at Li Yun and Cheng Qian's nose, not the nose, eyes, and eyes, "Do you stay away, don't have the strength to stand there as a target?"

Cheng Qian and Li Yun immediately retreated to both sides.

Yan Zhengming twisted the mechanism to the bottom, and heard a "creaking" sound that made people's teeth sore. A hoarse moan. Goosebumps on Cheng Qian's arm suddenly appeared, and a bloody smell rushed straight to his forehead. Then, he heard the ominous sound of wind. Before he could speak out, Cheng Qian's eyes had already seen a flash of sword light.

The eldest brother drew out his sword. It was a real sword. The sword light was bright and almost burning. A cold air flow was mobilized by him as he passed by the sword light, creating a whirlpool in the small stone gate.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the demon, the young man's power was just an ant shaking the tree. Yan Zhengming's sword was not pulled out, and he felt the huge shock of the tiger's mouth. The pampered tender hands could not withstand the tearing impact no matter what. Before he could react, his hand holding the sword could not help but relax.

With a "clang", the sword fell to the ground. Yan Zhengming took seven or eight steps back, and the hand that was holding the sword just now was almost completely unconscious.

The three teenagers looked down in surprise and wonder, and saw a feather that knocked away from the snow-clear cold light sword.

A terrible silence spread, and Cheng Qian saw the elder brother's face look ugly.
Chapter completed!