I don't know how long it took.

It was wandering and dark in front of me.

Qingyuan was in a trance and confused, and felt that she was cold and cold around her.

He vaguely remembered that Jin Lan tried to expose him to the ancestor of the Sun family and then escaped. But he was alert, so he grabbed Jin Lan's plan halfway, but the light of guidance burst out between the two.

Then the ancestor of the Sun family tried his best to take action and pressed towards this side.

Jin Lan, who had become a master, only insisted on three breaths in the oppression, then turned into powder and left with the strong wind.

However, the original ancient mirror in Qing Dynasty did not turn into ashes on the spot, but was subjected to huge force, left far away, and then fell into the water. He used the last true energy and used the hidden secret technique obtained from Wu Nan's hand.

This so-called hidden secret technique can conceal the breath, but it is not profound, and it is difficult to hide it from the ancestor of the Sun family.

But later, he vaguely heard a sword roar in his ear. It must be that the sword of Zhengxing, a disciple of Shouzhengdao Sect, was unsheathed, and stopped the ancestor of the Sun family.

Then he went down the river, and so far... it has been no idea how long it has been.

"How long has it been?"

He barely opened his eyes.

It was daytime, and the sky was bright and it looked very dazzling, which made Qingyuan's eyes hurt and he couldn't help but close his eyes again.

He was still in the river at this time, but he seemed to be very far away from Fuzhong Mountain.

The river water was cold all over his body, and even though he was a monk who was invincible with cold and heat, he still trembled a little.

He closed his eyes and visualized June rising above his head, shining out the Nine-level Jade Tower, and then he calmed down his mind before he could start to use his mind to guide the Huangting Immortal Sutra and re-operate.

"The ancient mirror is in the chest."

"The iron rod is in hand."

Even though he closed his eyes, he could still sense the location of two treasures of his natal life.

The treasure of natal life is part of itself.

...

The river is gurgling and the sound is clear.

Qingyuan went down the river and was washed to the shore, but his body was seriously injured and it was difficult to move.

Suddenly, footsteps came, and about ten people were as many as ten.

"Brother..." a slightly childish voice said, "I don't make much money in this game."

"Okay, we are no longer as usual, we can only rob these small convoys and make some small purchases." Another man, with a calm voice and a mature tone, was a middle-aged man, and said slowly: "There are a few more of these purchases, and in the future they will attract more brothers. Then, we can go to make big purchases like before."

Someone next to him sighed: "It's a pity that he provoked people he shouldn't have provoked."

After saying this, everyone paused and the atmosphere seemed to become more subtle.

The leading middle-aged man said in a low voice: "Are you saying that I was wrong at that time?"

"I dare not... I dare..." The voice that was moved just now became very hurried, but he was not foolish, so he immediately turned his mind and said, "Brother, what should those people do?"

The leader seemed to have no sign of entanglement. He hummed and replied casually: "The old rules are the man who kills him and the woman who stays."

...

Qingyuan could hear those conversations clearly and his heart was a little clear. Most of the people who came were a group of bandits who had scissored the path.

He couldn't move at this time, and it was quite troublesome.

Fortunately, the footsteps gradually faded away, not in this direction.

Just when Qing thought it was just like this, the tender voice that first spoke suddenly said, "Brother, look at the river..."
Chapter completed!