The Dragon from Hell

After saying this, Qin Feng took Lao Huang away.

In order to take care of Lao Huang, his steps were not fast, but the three people did not dare to follow.

Lao Huang poured wine into his throat while stumbling back to look at the three people.

The three people were still there, guarding the bodies of their companions.

After the rainstorm ended, the surroundings were damp, which made the situation of the three people look particularly desolate.

"Did you really leave them there?"

The strength of these three people was not very good. If no one protected them, they would almost certainly die in this dangerous Sword Test Mountain.

Qin Feng walked expressionlessly: "Well, what else?"

"The apology of the three of them just now seemed quite sincere. A prodigal son who returns to his true love is worth more than gold. Before, that person wanted to die by taking the thunder, and you didn't know him at all, but at least you left him a pill. Why are you so indifferent to the three of them?"

Lao Huang's words were not a blame, but seemed to be pure curiosity.

Qin Feng's answer was also very simple: "A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold, but why do I need them to return? When I saw them yesterday, they wanted to draw their swords and kill people for no reason. If I wasn't there, you and Ye Hongyuan would have been two corpses yesterday."

"A bunch of rubbish who compromised because of power and attempted murder, just because of a sentence 'I know I'm wrong', are they good people?"

"They came to the Sword Test Mountain by themselves. Life or death is a personal choice. It has nothing to do with me."

"As for the person you mentioned before... Who I want to save and who I don't want to save depends on my mood."

Qin Feng was too lazy to explain so much. With a sentence "It all depends on my mood", Lao Huang was speechless.

"What about me? Why did you take me with you?"

Qin Feng glanced at him: "If you don't want to follow, you can leave."

Lao Huang pouted, shrank his head, and went to drink quietly without saying a word.

Seeing him pretending to be deaf and dumb, Qin Feng was not angry. He wanted to hurry up and meet up with others, but he stopped after just a dozen steps.

Lao Huang was drinking wine with his neck tilted back, and Qin Feng suddenly stopped. He didn't react and bumped into Qin Feng's back.

"Hey, why did you stop when you said you would, without even saying hello... hello."

Lao Huang started to curse unhappily, but after saying a few words, he looked up and saw someone blocking the way ahead.

The road they were walking on was not artificially developed, but should have been trampled out by the predecessors. The path was narrow, and a person standing in front blocked the way.

The most important thing was to look at the man's clothes, which were tattered and similar to the previous Fu Liuxia.

He seemed to have just experienced the baptism of a thunderstorm, and was standing with his arms open and looking up at the sky, as if enjoying it.

"Back off."

Recognizing that the other party should be a "local", Qin Feng frowned slightly and whispered to Lao Huang to step back a few steps.

The man kept standing in the same position for a long time without moving.

Just when Qin Feng was thinking about whether to take a detour or go forward, the other party suddenly said: "Ninety-nine eighty-one... This is the eighty-first heavenly thunder..."

When the other party said this, he spoke clearly and seemed to be rational, which made Qin Feng stunned for a moment: It turns out that not all "locals" are crazy!

"Senior, I am Qin Feng, a junior, who has just entered the Sword Test Mountain and now I am going to look for my companions. If you don't mind, I would like to ask the senior to make way."

Feeling that the other party seemed to be somewhat rational, Qin Feng decided to say hello first.

The other party only noticed someone at this time, and finally changed his posture, slowly turning his head to look at Qin Feng.

It is difficult to judge the age of this person. Although he looks only in his fifties or sixties, he is obviously a cultivator, and no one knows how long he has been in the Sword Test Mountain.

Anyway, it can be seen from the remaining clothes on his body that they are quite old.

The other party's hair and beard are similar to Fu Liuxia's, and it is obvious that they have not been taken care of for many years, and they are just loose.

If he hadn't seen his eyes, Qin Feng would have almost not recognized this person, let alone see his appearance clearly.

This person's eyes are not as turbid as Fu Liuxia's, but they are not much better.

He stared at Qin Feng in confusion for a long time, and said: "Make way?"

Although Qin Feng was polite, he was also vigilant.

Learning from the previous lesson of Fu Liuxia, it is best not to show any fighting intention or hostility in the face of these "aboriginals", otherwise it is very likely to provoke the other party's attack.

"Yes, the junior wants to go through this side, I wonder if the senior can make it convenient?"

In fact, Qin Feng didn't have to take this path, but Lao Huang behind him was old and his legs were inconvenient, and he was still drunk at the moment.Qin Feng could only take him on a flatter road.

If they took a detour, I'm afraid Lao Huang couldn't handle it.

But after hearing what Qin Feng said, the man didn't respond for a long time, but tilted his head and looked at him for a long time.

Seeing that the other party just stared at him blankly without replying, Qin Feng was silent for a while, and turned to Lao Huang and said: "Let's go, let's take a detour."

It's not that Qin Feng was afraid of the "natives" in front of him, but it's not suitable to waste time in an inexplicable place now.

The most important thing is that it can be seen that this thunderstorm blew out all the "natives" who were originally hiding in the mountains to practice.

As long as there is a movement here, it will inevitably attract other "natives" to come, and it may be a big battle at that time.

With Jiao Xia, he will be safe, but Lao Huang is hard to say.

Lao Huang was confused, and he didn't know if he understood Qin Feng's words, but as long as Qin Feng left, he would definitely follow, so Qin Feng turned around and planned to leave.

But as soon as he turned around and took a step, he suddenly felt a strong aura enveloping him.

Before he could react, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

Qin Feng looked up and saw the senior standing in front of him, still looking half asleep and half awake.

Qin Feng frowned slightly and sensed the existence of the black sword at the first time. With just a thought, his black sword could be unsheathed.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Qin Feng asked first.

But although the other party could speak, he was still unconscious.

He stood two steps away from Qin Feng, looking at the sky and muttered: "No, no, it's clearly eighty-one, I'm not wrong... I must be right!"

Qin Feng frowned and saw that the person in front of him did not respond to him, but just talked to himself, but he did not dare to slack off at all.

Suddenly, this "native" suddenly lowered his head and stared at Qin Feng, his eyes almost crazy: "Come on! Tell me, which thunder is this today!"