At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The sword energy was already in front of him in the midst of Wulutian's rage.

As the sword protector of Jianxin Tomb, who doesn't have some background?

Judging from the sword energy, he is definitely a hidden master.

Zishu didn't dare to be careless and quickly pulled away to dodge.

The sword energy chopped the ancient tree behind him, and with a "boom", the ancient tree fell to the ground.

The ancient tree was two meters thick, and it was chopped off by a sword. Zishu's face changed slightly.

Although he had never seen the strength of Jianxin Tomb, judging from the attack just now, these two were at least in the realm of freedom.

"Jiang..." Zishu was about to shout, but he saw that Elder Jiang, who was supposed to be standing 20 meters in front of him on the left, had disappeared.

Elder Jiang ran away!

Damn it!

Didn't we agree before that if they were discovered, it would be you, Elder Jiang, who would block the way and stop the people from Jianxin Tomb? !

Where are the people now! Where are they playing?

Just as he was stunned, Wufawutian had already come with a sword, trying to take the sack behind him.

"You two! This road is blocked!"

Chou Niu punched back two disciples of Jianxin Tomb and intercepted Wufawutian's two sword guards.

Among the twelve people in the Soul Binding Pavilion, only he and Zishu used fists, while the others either used swords or guns.

Only the two of them believed in the fists in their hands.

One punch is better than a hundred punches! It is their life philosophy.

There was a faint flame in Chou Niu's fists. This was his superior fist technique of the Soul-binding Pavilion - the Divine Fire Fist!

The Divine Fire Fist was taken out by the Pavilion Master back then. It was a powerful divine fire to protect himself.

The two of them have practiced until now and have reached the peak. Only fists are supreme!

Wufawutian saw him blocking his way, his eyebrows were gloomy.

"Hmph!"

Wufawutian snorted coldly, and his figure turned into two afterimages and attacked Chou Niu.

Chou Niu's eyes were cold, and he charged his right fist directly to meet it.

Divine Fire Fist - Fiery Fire Burning the Sky!

With a bang! The surging sword energy and the domineering fist force collided, and the three of them felt each other's power.

"Second brother, I'll help you!"

Chen Long shouted softly and jumped up. Wherever the spear passed, there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

The superior martial arts of the Soul-binding Pavilion - Thirteen Plum Blossom Spears!

With one shot, the spear bloomed like a plum blossom.

Two spears were fired, and the fragrance of plum blossoms came from the bitter cold.

The spear swayed like plum blossoms in the night wind, which was very charming and beautiful.

Although Chen Long's strength was inferior to that of Chou Niu, his spear skills were more sensitive and his moves were more fierce.

The four people fought hard and entangled together, and it was difficult to tell who would win for a while.

Maotu rushed in front of Zishu and said coldly: "Let's go quickly! It's urgent to save the leader!"

"But they..." Zishu looked worried: "These two sword guards are not weak."

Maotu picked up his collar, carried Huajin in the sack and jumped onto the branch, saying coldly: "They are not weak either!"

After speaking, Zishu gritted his teeth, carried Huajin, and went into the dense forest.

In the dark, Jiang Yichen watched Jianxin Tomb, and he dared not take it lightly at any time.

If King Li Su came out, he had to be ready for battle at any time.

…

On the other side.

Somewhere on a snowy mountain, Ye Changlin's brow was covered by heavy snow. He took out the map in his hand tremblingly, his teeth were trembling.

Looking at the vast expanse of white snow and the cold wind, he sneezed suddenly.

"No, is there really an inn in this ghost place? Wasn't I, Ye Changlin, killed by my colleagues in this icy and snowy place?"

Ye Changlin slowly put the map provided by the intelligence department into his arms, and continued to move forward in the snow with his crutches.

The snow blocked the mountain, and the snow accumulated thicker and thicker.

He had no way out, and at this moment he could only choose to trust his brothers in the intelligence department.

Walking in this snow is much more difficult than ordinary people imagine. Ye Changlin walked very slowly, one step at a time.

Just when he thought he was going to freeze to death, there was no way out after the mountains and rivers, and there was another village after the dark clouds.

A slightly dilapidated inn with a faint light came into view in front of him.

Ye Changlin was overjoyed, leaning on his cane and hurried to the inn.

The inn was very simple, and the plaque on the door read "Xue Luo".

Because Ye Changlin was frozen, he didn't pay any attention to this inn, which was the inn that the organization had asked them to find.

With a creak!

Ye Changlin pushed open the door of the inn and felt that the room was unusually warm, warmer than outside.

Maybe he was really frozen, because this inn was not warm at all, and there were drafts everywhere. It was a miracle that it could be warm.

There were a few weak candles in the inn, and even

The oil lamp was not even lit, and the lights in the inn were a little dim.

Ye Changlin could not help but complain: "They didn't even want to light the oil lamp, so stingy!"

The two waiters who were already asleep in front of the counter looked up slightly after hearing the noise.

"Hey, someone is still coming to the inn so late." The slightly fatter waiter rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Waiter! Four dishes, one soup, and aged peach wine are all served to me!" Ye Changlin patted the table generously.

"Okay! Please wait a moment, sir!"

It was not easy for a living guest to come to this ghost place. The thin waiter smiled and hurried down to prepare food.

Before leaving, he did not forget to ask the fat waiter to greet the guest well.

The fat waiter put the towel on his shoulder and rushed forward to pour Ye Changlin a pot of hot tea.

"Sir, are you going to stay overnight or stay in the inn?"

Ye Changlin looked at him strangely, "Waiter, are you confused in your sleep? The mountain is snowy. I won't stay in the inn. I'll stay in the snow."

The fat waiter smiled and said, "I am confused in my sleep. Please calm down, sir."

The familiar cold wind blew, and Ye Changlin couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Obviously, he was already in the inn, but why was it still as cold as in the snow.

He turned his head and looked at the leaky windows and the dilapidated door, and was stunned for a moment.

This inn is really broken!

With a snap!

He slammed the table and said angrily: "Waiter! How do you do business? It's ok to open an inn in this godforsaken place, but it's also in disrepair. Look at the whole world."

"This is the most dilapidated inn I have ever seen, no one else!"

The fat waiter wiped his sweat and smiled awkwardly: "Sir, you are right!"

What can a waiter do? Who let his boss be stingy?

"What are you yelling about? Can't you let people sleep in the middle of the night?" Suddenly there was a scolding at the stairs.

I saw a handsome and handsome boy wearing a fur coat slowly walking down from the second floor.

When Ye Changlin saw this person, his heart was shocked. He stood up quickly, bent over and said respectfully: "Master, I didn't know you were here, please forgive me!"

"What master!" The handsome boy snorted coldly, sat in front of him, and picked up the teacup to moisten his throat.

"You disturb people's sleep in the middle of the night. Don't you know that this is very immoral?"

Ye Changlin raised his eyebrows, wiped the cold sweat, and sat down carefully opposite the boy.

He looked at the boy in front of him, confused.

What does the Pavilion Master mean?

Ye Changlin was confused and sat obediently in front of the boy. The boy dared not say anything.

The thin waiter quickly brought the food and the plum wine.

Looking at the hot dishes on the table, Ye Changlin swallowed his saliva, but did not dare to move his chopsticks.

Looking at his appearance of wanting to eat but not daring to eat, the boy smiled: "Why don't you eat? Didn't you pay?"

The fat waiter replied: "Boss, he really hasn't paid yet."

"What!" The boy's face suddenly changed and glared.

The three of them were frightened by his voice, and Ye Changlin even stood up.

The young man looked at the two waiters with a look of disappointment and said, "You two! How many times have I told you that in a small business, you should collect the money first and then serve the food? Haven't you learned a lesson from those rough guys who ate a free meal before?"

The Pavilion Master was dissing himself! Ye Changlin understood.

Although he didn't know why the mysterious Pavilion Master became the innkeeper here, he took out two taels of silver from his pocket and pushed it in front of the young man.

"Pavilion... Boss! Here are the meals!"

The young man was delighted and put the two taels of silver in his pocket in an instant.

Then he saw a smile on his face and greeted him warmly, "I'm sorry to make a fool of myself, sir. I'm not talking about you, sir, but a big man who ate a free meal not long ago. Because he couldn't pay, I punished him to work in the inn for nothing for a month."

Hiss!

He couldn't even see the shadow of the speed of collecting money. Ye Changlin looked at the young man with admiration.

He is worthy of being the Pavilion Master! Unparalleled martial arts!