Coming with wind and thunder, Cheng Zhiyuan saw it clearly and was a little disappointed.

That was not the Emperor's Horse, but a bronze chariot.

Bronze horse, bronze chariot, bronze wheel, bronze canopy.

Five horses galloped together, and there were two people sitting on the chariot. On the left was a young man in gray clothes, with a black scarf on his head, his eyes closed, and he was asleep. His eyes were narrow and there was a wooden thumb ring on his right hand; on the right was a middle-aged man.

Wearing a tiger skin skirt around her waist, she also wears blue clothes and a black scarf, and rides five bronze horses.

"Hiss?"

The yellow snake raised its head and raised its body, as if it wanted to see more clearly, but it didn't realize that the golden knife behind it collapsed and opened the gap.

"The emperor drives six, and the princes drive five. These two are very flamboyant. Are you comparing yourself to the princes? This bronze false horse dares to step into the Huangli Plain?"

A black mass slowly rose from the golden sword. A pair of eyes saw the bronze chariot and made a tut-tut sound, but Cheng Zhiyuan and Huang She did not hear it.

He is a ghost and god, and if he doesn't want people to hear him, then people won't be able to hear him.

Especially a little guy like Cheng Zhiyuan who has not yet entered the house.

Five bronze war horses are galloping, wind and thunder are rolling, dark clouds are lingering under their feet, and heavy snow is flying wherever they step.

"Isn't it true that only Tian Zijun can enter and leave here? What's going on with this bronze car?"

Cheng Zhiyuan frowned slightly, and the yellow snake also stared, spitting out words, and looked at the wind and thunder chariot in the distance in a similar manner.

Boom!

Suddenly, a huge roar pierced the sky, and from the north, fire clouds spread and gathered, huge... majestic and magnificent.

Cheng Zhiyuan had never seen such an astonishing scenery. In Huanglizhiyuan for more than half a year, this was the first time he saw such a magnificent and boundless fire cloud.

Incomparable beauty.

Another chariot appeared, still very similar to the Emperor's Horse. It was also made of bronze and pulled by five horses.

There is only a young man sitting on it. He is wearing a white and red sacrificial robe. The red lines are like flames. On the white clothes, there are some scenes embroidered with gilt. If you look carefully, you can see that they are mountains and rivers.

Among the hundreds of beasts, there are also countless humans.

"Ah, it's so gorgeous, it's a member of the Huo Clan... The princes are in the fifth, is the Huo Clan so rampant?"

The two bronze carriages drove towards the remote canyon at the same time. The momentum of the fire clouds obviously made the young man in green clothes feel embarrassed. At this time, he no longer fell asleep, opened his eyes, and looked towards the sky coldly.

"Uncle Yi, stop the car."

The young man in blue had a cold tone, and the middle-aged man driving the car next to him ordered the five bronze horses to descend in front of the canyon gate.

At the same time, the bronze chariot in the burning cloud also landed towards the entrance of the canyon.

Cheng Zhiyuan found a pit and exposed half of his head. The two chariots drove over. One was riding on the wind, thunder, frost and snow, the other was accompanied by colorful clouds and fire clouds. They were both gathered not far away, and Cheng Zhiyuan could hear clearly.

What are they talking about.

The yellow snake swam into the pit slyly, then slowly exposed half of its head, blinked its snake eyes, and stood next to Cheng Zhiyuan, looking furtively into the distance.

It seems to recognize this kind of tank.

The young man in green clothes stared coldly at the young man in the white shirt with fire sleeves: "The Huo Sect is very well-informed. I actually knew that Tian Zijun would appear here. I originally thought that I was the only one who knew about this matter."

The young man in the white shirt with fire sleeves looked calm. When he saw the young man in blue clothes, he nodded slightly in greeting without losing any courtesy.

"I recognize you. You should be the fifth descendant of the Kunlun Sect, Su Fengxue, right?"

The green-clothed boy's narrow eyes narrowed: "It's not easy for anyone to enter the Huangli Plain. If it were before, I should probably ask you where you came from, but now, I'm in a bad mood."

The young man in white shirt and fire sleeves thought for a moment, then looked at the young man in blue clothes, and nodded solemnly:

"I have met Emperor Zhou."

The young man in green clothes said nothing.

The young man in the white shirt with fire sleeves sighed: "Three years ago, I left my name on Mount Lu."

The young man in blue frowned.

"This is not enough for me to give in. Tian Zijun can't give it to you."

If a person with a good reputation in the world has met the Emperor of Zhou, it is equivalent to being recognized as a prince.

Naturally, the young man in green clothes also met Emperor Zhou and was rewarded with a wooden wrench.

The young man in white shirt and fire sleeves said that he had met the emperor. This was nothing to be proud of, and naturally it was not enough to persuade the young man in white clothes to stop.

So he mentioned again that he had left his name on Mount Lu three years ago.

Lushan Mountain was not originally a very high mountain.

But since a sage raised it up, everyone in the world has seen the purple coils on the top of Mount Lushan.

So Lushan Mountain is very high, so high that countless people want to look up.

There are many names carved on Lushan Mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and from the top of the mountain to the highest stone on the top of the mountain.

That stone is called Yangchun Baixue.

Everything knows spring, the breeze is calm; it is awe-inspiring and clean, and the snow and bamboo are luxuriant.

There are very few people in the world who can touch this stone.

There is a fire in Lushan Mountain. The fire is green and soaring upwards.

In the spring Tibetan blue, the snow falls in the fire.

There is snow in the green mountains, and clouds hang among the pines. The clouds and snow merge and disappear. If there are no cranes rising in the blue sky, there are dragons.

The rocks and jade make the mountains shine, the water holds pearls and the rivers are beautiful.

Everyone who climbs Mount Lushan is a foolish and stubborn stone in the world, and has been burned by the fire of the world. How high can one climb in the pure green fire of Mount Lushan, and where can one leave one's name? This has become the favorite comparison among practitioners in the world.

things.

It is also a fist that scares others around the world from messing around.

The young man in the white shirt with flaming sleeves spoke warmly and mellowly:

"I climbed seven hundred steps."

The expression on the young man's face became slightly serious.

He also climbed Mount Lushan.

Only five hundred and forty steps.

He couldn't beat him. The opponent was more than a hundred steps ahead of him. Calculating, he was probably as high as a building.

That building is also a rare place in the world, with twelve floors.

It is also one of the "pavilions, terraces, towers and pavilions" in the world.

"Uncle Yi."

His words were concise and to the point, and at the same time there was already some movement on his hands and body.

The wind and snow gather, thunder lingers, and dust rises from the ground like smoke and clouds.

The ground beside his feet cracked open, revealing the stubbornness and anger of the young man in blue.

The man next to him was a little embarrassed and grinned at the young man: "I'm sorry, little brother, my young master has this temper and can't change it. He asked me to do it, so I had no choice but to do it. You can protect your head.

I don’t say hello in your face.”

The man in the white shirt with fire sleeves is not angry. Even in the face of such unkind intentions, he remains calm and smiles.

"We are all here for the emperor, why harm the harmony?"

The young man in green eyes stared at this guy with his narrow eyes.

The person who climbed 700 steps to Mount Lu three years ago was called Zhang Yang.

Two young men competed against each other.

Cheng Zhiyuan squatted in the pit and frowned as he watched.

The yellow snake's letter also stopped vomiting.

The ghosts and gods looked at this scene with interest.

"The Emperor's Horse is a token of King Mu, and it is the key to freely entering and leaving Huanglizhiyuan. I didn't expect that your Huomen also had a small plan to control the Emperor's Horse."

There is no comparison between the bronze carriage and the emperor's horse.

"If a great genius like you were to die here, would the Fire Sect Saint be so heartbroken that it would be difficult to breathe?"
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