Wang Cheng and the other two appeared on the snow field very suddenly, as if they suddenly appeared, making the two hunters feel a little too thick.△Yings w_w_iw □.＿1―k的a︿>

Two horses ran over, holding a hunting rifle in their hands, and looked at Wang Cheng and the other two in surprise. They instinctively felt very dangerous and dared not get close, but for the sake of the seductive sweat-blooded BMW, the two still ran over.

"Hey, will your horse be sold?"

The black-faced man who shot shouted at Wang Cheng in broken Chinese.

“Not selling.”

Of course, Wang Cheng shook his head and refused.

"I'll exchange it for you with a piece of jade."

The black-faced man did not give up and continued to say, taking out a jade token from his waist. It seemed to be northwest Hotan mutton fat jade, with a pretty good quality and a value of at least 100,000 yuan on the market.

"Don't waste time. We won't sell it, you guys go."

Wang Cheng said with a somewhat impatient look.

The black-faced man snorted coldly, then held the hunting rifle in his hand tightly, looked up and down at Wang Cheng and the other two with a serious expression. Seeing that he was sure that he was just a boy and two old men, the greed in his eyes became even stronger.

However, at this time, another big man hurriedly pulled him and signaled to see the footprints on the ground and the strange walking speed of the three of them.

In a blink of an eye, the three of them walked for more than ten meters, which made them unable to react at once. If they didn't ride a horse, he might not be able to catch up with these three people by running.

"Walk!"

The two of them changed their expressions. They knew they had met an expert, so they shouted softly, but did not continue to pester Wang Cheng, and turned their horses and ran away.

The monk Minglan walked in front and began to lift his feet slowly, whispering: "They will bring people here, let's leave the border quickly."

Taoist priest Changhe and Wang Cheng both nodded and did not speak. The master and apprentice also accelerated their journey toward the southwest, entered China as soon as possible and then headed northwest.

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Less than an hour later, a large group of people chased from the east snowfield. There were more than twenty people, each holding a hunting rifle. More than twenty people rode horses and chased the three of them, and they kept chasing them. Everyone tried their best to urge the horse under their crotch to slowly narrow the distance with Wang Cheng and the other three.

The black-faced man who took the lead was the Mongolian man who had just shot and hunted animals. His face was extremely dark at this moment.

Because, he felt that the three people who had already seen the figure were faster, and he seemed to be unable to catch up. He went south for more than ten kilometers and reached the border line. When they got there, they could not do what they wanted.

That horse.※■Yiguanshu■wshuw＿w◇.￣ is what he wants.

As a Mongolian knight, he could tell the quality of the horse at a glance. The sweat-blooded BMW is definitely the most perfect horse he has ever seen so far. It can be said that there are no shortcomings in his body and a BMW that no knight can miss.

"Come on, catch up with them!"

The black-faced man shouted loudly to the dozen tribal warriors he brought in in Mongolian language.

With shouts, more than 20 people urged the horse under their crotch again.

Unfortunately, the horse under their crotch had almost swung to the fastest and ran wildly on the snow.

But the three figures were getting farther and farther in their sight, as if they were faster than their horses. However, he could clearly see with a telescope that the three of them were walking, and the BMW that he had always dreamed of was carrying a bag without taking anyone...

How could they be faster than running with all their strength on their own?

More than 20 people chased after a full ten kilometers, but they still failed to get closer to Wang Cheng and the other two. Instead, they were pulled more than a kilometer away by the other party.

The black-faced man was helpless and finally gave up because he would encounter the border guard team after going south for a few kilometers!

Wang Cheng turned around and looked at the people who had left, and said in a low voice: "The north is indeed chaotic. If there is a gun, you dare to rob it."

"So, it's a good thing that Agula died. He hasn't managed anything in recent years. I see what step Mu Ren can do."

Taoist priest Changhe said lightly, his eyes flashing and thinking.

"I think Baye is the most suitable candidate if he can make a decision."

Wang Cheng thought about it and said with suggestions. He still remembered what Baye said to him that morning, and he thought Baye was a person with ideas and ability.

"Then you can slip your hands in the future, just support Baye."

Taoist priest Changhe said with a smile.

Wang Cheng was silent immediately, focused on walking with his feet, looking southward. There was his own fiancée there.

The monk Mingdeng did not participate in the dialogue between the master and the apprentice. After seeing those people left, he began to slow down and walked along a relatively remote mountain road to the northwest, crossing the border line with the stone tablets in the national border. He did not meet anyone. He smoothly entered China and collapsed on the land of China again.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect. When Wang Cheng entered the land of China, he felt that his feet were more at ease, and the tension in his heart disappeared instantly, leaving only a trace of warmth.

Step by step, without stopping to rest, and without eating.

In this way, the three of them walked towards the northwest for four days and four nights, and finally crossed a distance of 2,000 kilometers and arrived at the foot of a high mountain in the heart of the northwest province. When you read a book, you can read w︿w︿.＿1◇k watch a n￣s need h◇u◇.□cc

The direction of the Tianshan Mountains connects several countries in Central Asia. It is one of the largest mountain ranges in the world, and divides the northwest province into two halves.

At this moment, the three of them entered the colder area in the northwest and north.

As the monk Mingdeng walked, he said, "I have read a classic record. More than a thousand years ago, when our Vajra Sect ancestor left India, he left India and followed the Tianshan Mountains to the northwest province. At that time, it was extremely chaotic and finally settled at the foot of Tianchi..."

"The mountain gate of Vajra Sect is inside the Tianchi?"

Wang Cheng said in surprise.

The monk Mingdeng nodded and said, "Yes, the Vajra Sect's mountain gate is at the foot of a mountain in Tianchi."

Taoist Changhe said, "I heard from Monk Mingde that Vajra Sect exist outside the world! It's a pity that I have never been able to come to the northwest, so I have never seen what the Vajra Sect's mountain gate looks like."

Tianchi in winter is also a tourist destination in Northwest Province, where you can see many pleasant scenery. When the three of you walked over, it was afternoon and you could meet many tourists walking down the mountain and residents nearby.

Most people looked at the three people curiously because they looked like they were dusty at first sight and probably came over for a long journey. However, the three people did not wear hats and no one was frozen. It seemed that they had just walked out of the house, with their eyebrows and faces very clean.

In the winter in the northwest, it is usually over minus 30 degrees Celsius, and it is normal for minus 40 degrees Celsius at the coldest time.

Wang Cheng covered his face, afraid that someone would recognize him. After all, the exposure of the martial arts competition was terrifying. The number of viewers around the world exceeded 2 billion. If he was recognized by someone who was interested here, he would be in trouble.

As he climbed up the mountain step by step, Wang Cheng's vision suddenly became wider. Looking at the calm lake surrounded by the snow-white peaks not far away, it was a little charming.

This is Tianchi, which was called Yaochi in ancient times. It is said that it was the place where Queen Mother of the West washed her feet.

"Come with me."

The monk Mingdeng whispered, and led the three of them along an inconspicuous path and walked past the Tianchi Lake. A warm feeling rose from the lake: "I remember when I was a child, I saw many senior brothers and uncles practicing martial arts in Tianchi Lake. They are not afraid of the cold in winter. It is a good time to temper their qi, blood and body."

As they were talking, the three of them suddenly felt something. Their feet became heavier and their eyes looked at the lake at the same time.

A whirlpool suddenly rose on the lake surface, and a splash of water soared into the sky. Then a big man with his upper body drilled out of the water, then rolled back and forth on the water a few times, and drilled into the water again.

"Brother is so awesome..."

On a stone not far away, another young man stood, shouting loudly at the lake.

The point that people are looking at is that the young man standing on the stone is still stanced, with his feet standing firmly on the stone, and his hands slowly punching in and out.

The most important thing is that the young man standing on the stone was also naked in this harsh cold. He was wearing only a pair of single pants. Every time he punched, he would spit out a long mouthful of white mist, and a layer of frost seemed to have condensed on his face.

This young man is obviously practicing martial arts, and his internal aura is not weak, so he deliberately tempers his internal aura in the severe cold of winter.

Wang Cheng stared at the lake slightly. He calculated the time when the man in the lake held his breath in his heart. After walking for hundreds of meters and breathing for several breaths, the figure in the lake came out again, brought a splash of water, jumped up directly from the water, rolled in the air for several times, a splash of water spilled out, and stood firmly on the stone, standing side by side with another young man.

"This should be from the Northwest Martial Arts Family. It seems that it may be from the Ma family. The young man's stake technique has the shadow of Xingyiquan."

Taoist Changhe looked at the young man who had been practicing stakes there before and said lightly.

However, when another young man who jumped from the water took his horse off the stone, the monk Mingdeng suddenly stopped and stared at the young man with his eyes.

Taoist Changhe whispered, "That's the Vajra Sect's stake."

The monk Mingdeng nodded and said seriously: "Yes, that is the stubborn method of Vajra Boxing. Judging from the combination of its breath and stubborn method, it should be the true teaching."

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed and he said, "That's Ma Muti, who participated in the martial arts competition."

Ma Muti fought with Wang Cheng on the ring, which impressed him. This guy did practice the boxing skills of the Vajra Sect, and Ma Muti told him on the ring that it seemed that the Ma family saved Monk Mingde, so they obtained the boxing skills of the Vajra Sect from him.

Wang Cheng didn't believe it at that time because he thought that Monk Mingde was not dead.

Now it seems that what Mamuti said should be true.

"He said that he is the inheritance of Master Mingde."

Wang Cheng thought about it and still told the monk Mingdeng.

The monk Mingdeng nodded, without commenting, whispered a Buddhist chant, and then continued to walk towards the mountains, as if he didn't want to pay attention to this matter.

Wang Cheng and Taoist Master Changhe didn't say much, but just wanted to enter the Vajra Sect's mountain gate as soon as possible to finish the matter.

However, the two young men on the stone looked at Wang Cheng and the other two.

Especially Ma Muti, who had just rushed up from the water, stared at Wang Cheng's breath and steps as he walked, looked extremely serious and shouted loudly: "Is the person coming Wang Cheng?"

Wang Cheng did not reply or stop, but just continued to walk. He did not want to reminisce about the past with Mamuti here.

"Wang Cheng, when he comes to the northwest, he doesn't say hello to his old friends. Isn't it kindness?"

The sound came, and Mamuti had already rushed down from the stone, stepping on the snow with barefoot, rushing towards Wang Cheng step by step. Each step was like a hammer hitting the earth, shattering the ice crystals on the ground, leaving behind clear education, and then rushed towards Wang Cheng's back with a punch.

Although Wang Cheng did not admit it, Ma Muti and Wang Cheng fought and were almost crushed by Wang Cheng. How could he admit his mistake in Wang Cheng's aura and body and pace?

Even though Wang Cheng has gone through breakthroughs and adventures again and again during this period, he still cannot change some of the inner core aura and momentum.

call……

Mamuti punched him, and there was a sharp whistling of gold and iron breaking through the air.
To be continued...