Above the Gobi Desert, between the yellow sand oasis.

The dusty wind blew, and from a distance, two people came to see him, from a small black dot to two figures.

But in fact, there was only one person walking, a young man. The man was disheveled and his hair seemed to have been chopped by a knife dozens of times. His clothes were ragged and ragged, and his blood stains were now condensed together, his hair was black and hard, turning into a blood scab.

It seemed like I had walked a long way, and the boy's feet were no longer visible, and his shoes were covered in blood and mud.

Too tired.

Even with his body that was so powerful that he could not tell about his weakness, internal injuries, external injuries, poisons, illnesses, everything, plus the pursuit of day and night, open guns, and hidden arrows. In order to obtain the Pure Yang Iron Box, those people almost did whatever they could, and forced him out of the Central Plains little by little.

But the most fatal injury was Gong Yang Yu's sword, which not only broke his hand, but also broke his body. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have fallen into such a bleak situation. He was such a powerful sword.

Sure enough, no one in the world can do anything easy.

The scorching sun sets in the west in the sky.

"water--"

On his shoulder, a little man lying on his shoulders weakly leaned against his ear and spoke.

On the young man's face, his clear and dim pupils were inexplicably raised. He looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, his eyes flashed for a few times, and his feet ran away again, and his hoarse throat spit out two words. "Wait!"

"Um!"

The man on his shoulders held his neck tightly, buried his head, and responded in a little unclear way.

After running three or four miles in one breath, he was already gasping for breath, and then rolled and crawled into the distance not far ahead.

I saw a winding shallow stream extending from the snow-capped mountains in the distance, stretching across from them.

"Water, hurry!"

The boy hurriedly hugged the person behind him and carefully placed it on the bank of the stream. When he saw the girl swallowing in big mouthfuls, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved, and then he buried his head and drank, like a cow drink. The sound of "gurgling" sounds in his throat kept drinking like a whale.

Maybe I was drinking too quickly and I choked in my throat.

"Ahemhem—"

A heart-wrenching cough was brought out, and then another mouthful of blood was stagnant, and the blood spit, the boy's body softened and he simply threw himself into the stream.

The girl beside her was shocked.

"A Qing..."

"Ahem, I'm fine!"

With difficulty, Su Qing sat up straight and breathed heavily. She sat quietly for a long time. After recovering some strength, she took out the pure Yang iron box from her arms, the initiator of all this.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Axue breathed a sigh of relief, then put his head over and looked at him curiously. "Aqing, is there any treasure in this iron box?"

Su Qing held an iron box in his hand, but felt that the box was heavy. The surface of the box was uneven and covered with thin slits, and twenty-six paths were traversed. If several sides were disassembled, the surface of the box could be cut into 729 small squares. Each square was deeply engraved with a small hairpin, which was elegant and neat, and there were many scratches on it. I am afraid that the former winner would have tried his best to open it. Unfortunately, the iron box was made of strange materials, but it was futile.

His hands exerted force, his five fingers were as clear as ice, and he only clamped the entire iron box and clattered. The wound on the back of his hand was still difficult to break, so he avoided the idea of ​​breaking it strongly.

Seeing the sky gradually sinking, Su Qing was still exploring the Pure Yang Iron Box.

Just noticed something, he suddenly looked up and saw A Xue sitting aside and crying silently, and only dared to sob in a low voice. Seeing Su Qing looking, he hurriedly glanced at her eyes, and was a little nervous.

He asked, "Why are you crying again?"

A Xue was covered in dust and whispered: "My master is dead, and I will never go anywhere from now on!"

But seeing that Su Qing was attracted by the iron box, he ignored him and was a little helpless.

Su Qing looked at the girl with tears in front of her, and smiled out on her face, and said softly: "Did you forget it? I said that you will be my pioneer disciple in the future. I have taught many people in my life, but I have never done much with the disciple. Also, don't call me A Qing, you want to call me master. From now on, I will go there, you can go there!"

After hearing this, A Xue blinked her eyes and burst into tears.

"Then you don't let me go!"

Su Qing sighed and chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't!"

After saying that, he looked down at the pure Yang iron box again

"What's the name of our sect?"

But Axue seemed to be in high spirits, and was full of excitement.

"The name? It's called Qinglong Club!"

Su Qing subconsciously followed.

"The Qinglong Club?"

But after he finished speaking, he realized that Ah Xue was repeating the name with great enthusiasm, as if he wanted to remember it firmly.

It was already late, and the wind whistled on the Gobi Desert, turning from heat to cool, and then turned into cold.

Axue shrank his shoulders, looked around with bright eyes, subconsciously approached Su Qing and whispered: "Master, where is this?"

Su Qing's eyes turned to the undulating snow-capped mountains and said, "Kunlun, we have left the Central Plains and will stay here for a while. When we go back, we will be the best in the world!"

Just when the night became deeper, the two of them saw that the pure yang iron box was actually shining from the inside out, with a faint light, but it had already appeared mysterious.

Su Qing had been waiting for a long time, and he was waiting for this moment. The light appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the light was unstable, but it was not gathered together, but it was a piece of east and west, staggered and staggered. Under the glimmer of light, if you look closely, it was actually a handwriting. Su Qing's subordinates kept turning the iron box quickly.

Countless small iron blocks on the iron box are combined into three or nine numbers. As Su Qing turned rapidly, the strokes made of the light were already pieced together into small regular script characters.

Just as A Xue's eyes widened, there were already purple, mansion, and sect on it...

Until Su Qing spelled out the word "Yuan".

The four-word sentence is "Zifu Yuanzong".

In an instant, the iron box suddenly had a strange sound like a piano and a sword sound, and then it suddenly cracked, and the light was bright, and it was only in Su Qing's hands, scattered into twenty-six cubic iron blocks.

A luminous ball fell out from the box and was taken into his hand by Su Qing. But the ball was about two minutes in diameter, as clear as crystal, but the color turned black and white, half and half. The black one was deep and the white one was bright, just like the yin and yang fish on the Tai Chi diagram, but these two colors were like living things. Sometimes, white was full and black was weak, and sometimes, black was strong and white was weak, complemented by each other, and it was endless.

"It's done!"

Axue shouted in surprise.

But Su Qing opened his mouth and put it in his mouth, wrapped the ball in his mouth, and then put away the subway blocks one by one.

"Let's go, let's find a place to spend the night!"
Chapter completed!