The city of Monkey King

Yuanshan.

Close to the southern suburbs of Jiangzhou, there is a 100-meter high hill about 30 miles from the real suburbs.

Although the appearance looks the same as the ordinary mountain, Qin Feng is very clear, and the footsteps under his feet are an unmined spirit mine.

The spiritual stone contained in it is enough to support thousands of monks for centuries.

This is the ancestral home of the Luo family. Originally, according to the plan of the Luo family ancestors, when the family was strong, it was the mining of the mine. By then, relying on this spirit mine can make the Luo family a new level.

It is a pity that people are not as good as days. This spirit mine has not yet been mined, and Luo’s family has already fallen.

When Luo Haigen died, Luo’s family was left with only one person, Luo Qinghan.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a repaired forest. The trees in it are all towering, but they are arranged in an orderly manner.

These trees were planted in the early years when the Luo family ancestors discovered that there were spiritual mines under the Yuanshan Mountain. The time of hundreds of years passed away. The ancestors had passed away. These trees still existed and became the towering.

In the middle of this forest, it is a land of flowers and plants, with a tombstone on one side, on the land of flowers and plants.

Here is the Luojia ancestral land.

At the moment in the eleventh column of this tombstone, before a tombstone.

Qin Feng and Nan Gong Yi people stood, and in front of this tombstone, Luo Qing squatted on the ground, staring at the tombstone, with tears in his eyes could not stop falling.

This is the tomb of Lohegen.

"She will continue to do this, and the body will not stand it."

There are worries in the eyes of Nangong Yiren. She is very kind. Although she has never met Luo Qinghan, she can’t bear to see Luo Qinghan.

"Go with her."

Qin Feng looked at Luo Qinghan who was kneeling in front of the tomb. The wound on her back was much better. After all, the spiritual power of Nangong Yiren was calm enough to support her body.

As for how to get out of the shadow of the death of a loved one, you have to rely on Luo Qinghan himself.

And it is at this time.

"Quick, hurry, if the elders who were patrolled found that the tricks started last night, you and I have to finish."

"It's not you. I have to add a clock early in the morning. I have to do it for a night. I still want to continue. You are not afraid of kidney deficiency?"

"Hey, who makes the woman technically good, hey, you don't know the ‘flight stewardess’ I ordered, e size, the meat pack ham is a must!”

"Don't talk about it, let me say that I want to fold back and come back for a few more hours. Hurry and hurry, Lao Xiao can't live for a long time! It is miserable to be discovered!"

"........."

Qin Fengjian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his gods were scattered throughout the Yuanshan Mountains. He had a very clear dialogue between the two men.

"Ira, you are optimistic about her here."

Qin Feng left a sentence, but before the Nangong Yi people said ‘good’, Qin Feng disappeared in the same place as the wind.

In the dense forest of Yuanshan Mountain, a giant tree with a height of 20 meters, Qin Feng stood on top of this branch. In his eyes, a hundred meters ahead, there are two men who look about 35 or 6 years old. It’s flying fast.

The clothes are black and purple, and they are embroidered with two words on the cuffs of the clothes of the two men.

'Pivot' ‘five’.

This is to say that these two people are the fifth rudder of Tianshutang!

There was something happening in Jiangzhou, and Qin Feng was planning to find a day to settle accounts. What to think of, it would be polite to send it to Qin Feng.

In general, there is a cigarette in the hand, and the cigarette is placed in the corner of the mouth.

Smoke, slowly ignited.

As the figure passed, Qin Feng closely followed the two seven-star disciples.

Twenty minutes later.

The style of Qin Feng is still hidden in the mountain forest. With his strength, unless it is a thorough search of the peak of the knot, it is impossible to discover his existence.

At this moment, Qin Feng stood at the top of the big tree and stared at the sight beyond the distance of a kilometer.

Before a big tree, there were about twenty people. Under the leadership of a Zhuji monk, they were distributed in a circular shape, and they were guarded by another Zhuji monk. The foundation was sitting cross-legged and closed. Seriously aggregating spiritual power.

Under him, there is a black line with a square circle.

Qin Feng looked at it at a glance, this black grain is a pattern!

This knee-length base monk is sitting underneath!

It’s a good eye!

The scorpion is slightly condensed, Qin Feng follows this group of people, and his eyes look to the side. After a few kilometers, there is another existence. It is also guarded by ten or twenty people. One is building a base to guard, and the other is a knee-high. In the eyes of the line, the spirit is condensed.

And he also found that people who are on the knees are all sneaky, and the guard is the Seven Stars.

Looking far and wide, as long as it is within the scope that Qin Feng can see clearly, he has seen hundreds of such ordinary eyes!

It takes so many twists and turns, so many eyes are laid, and the heart is speculative.

When Qin Feng thought about what these eyes are used for.

at the same time.

The land of the border between Liangzhou and Zhangzhou, Wan Beast Mountain, poison prison valley.

Even in the daytime, this poisonous prison valley is covered in the mountains, the light is almost completely covered, and the whole valley is still dimly lit.

At the moment, in the center of the black stone building in this valley, there is a stone house, which is the residence of Duan Chong, the elder of the poison prison valley.

Before the stone house, there were two poisonous prisoners who were standing at the same time chatting.

"The elders have been retreating for a long time. The owner of the valley has not called for a few times. I heard that the owner of the valley is very unhappy. It is really strange. The elders have always catered to the owner of the valley. I don't know why this time."

"Hey, don't go on, you have to dare to talk about things between the Lord of the Valley and the elders. Don't you die?!"

"Also, the peak of the knot... We are still a small monk to say less."

This first voice of the prisoner of the drug prisoner, just finished, suddenly looked into the stone house, found that there is a purple black mist filled a little out, it is not strange.

"Hey? What is this?"

Just making a sound, the eyes are a glimpse, the whole person instantly becomes purple and black, quickly collapses, and constantly vomits black blood, the same is true of the poisonous prisoner disciple opposite him.

However, in a minute or two, the two completely turned into blood!

There is no time for screams!

This purple and black mist is still spreading out!

In the stone house, there is a secret room.

The entire secret room is full of rich purple and black mist. These poisonous fogs, let alone mortals, even if they are monks, under the stagnation of Dan, as long as they take a sip, the end is like the two disciples of the drug prisoner.

Turn into blood, even the soul can not escape!

Inside, it contains soul poison!

The most center of the poisonous mist, a pair of eyes, smashed open, the eyes are glowing with purple and black light, with a smile!

Zhou Hong!

It is also the drug prisoner elder, Duan Chong!

"Qin Feng... Waiting, you and my account, it should be cleared!"