Under the night, the ancient city of Dunhuang where business travelers from all walks of life is very lively and full of mysterious exotic style.

In the bustling street market, Qingzhu, Qingyuan and Yun Lingyun were playing together, looking around curiously. Although Qingzhu is much older than Qingyuan and Yun Lingyun, she doesn't have much experience after all, and now she is also led by the childish Qingyuan and Yun Lingyun around like a big child.

"Brother Qingyuan, how do you think of this mask?" Yun Lingyun smiled and picked up a tiger-patterned mask from the stall and pressed it towards Qingyuan's face.

Qingyuan, who was hiding sideways, smiled and said, "Lingyun, I think you have to cover your face with a mask. Otherwise, you may cause trouble."

"Hmph!" Yun Lingyun snorted with dissatisfaction when she heard this, threw down the tiger-patterned mask and rushed forward angrily.

However, Yun Lingyun, who turned around and didn't pay attention, accidentally hit someone. She paused and her pretty face turned slightly red and said in a low embarrassment: "Sorry!"

After saying that, Yun Lingyun turned around and left, but she didn't notice that the person she almost hit was standing stupidly.

"Oh, Miss!" Hear, he reacted, wearing a black brocade robe, a fur hat, a scimitar on his waist, and looked like a man with a half-hearted look. The boy, who looked seventeen or eighteen, turned around and hurriedly caught up with Yun Lingyun.

Behind the boy, there were four guards holding scimitars and indifferent expressions.

Seeing this scene, Qingyuan was slightly stunned and shrugged and smiled helplessly: "Did you see it? Trouble is here!"

"Okay! Is there still the intention to joke?" Qingzhu, who frowned and whispered, walked over quickly.

"What are you in a hurry?" Qingyuan, who curled his lips slightly, followed slowly.

At this moment, the boy in black brocade robe had already stopped in front of Yun Lingyun, saying something with a smile. However, looking at Yun Lingyun's beautiful eyebrows, she obviously didn't like him.

"Young Master, please give in!" Qingzhu, who walked straight over, couldn't help but blocked Yun Lingyun with a faint expression, and said lightly to the boy in black brocade robe.

The boy in black brocade robe frowned when he heard this, and looked at Qingzhu coldly: "Get it aside? You won't go around? There are not many people in this Dunhuang city that can make me Fan Long give way."

"Lingyun. Let's go!" Qingzhu, who had a slightly frown, was slightly silent and was about to pull Yun Lingyun away.

"Slow down!" Fan Long, a boy in black brocade robe, suddenly looked slightly dark and shouted: "You can leave, but you have to leave this girl."

As he said that, Fan Long pointed his finger at Yun Lingyun with a lightly raised corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the four guards who were originally standing behind Fan Long also stepped forward to surround Qingzhu and Yun Lingyun in the center.

Seeing this, Qingzhu's face suddenly turned a little cold: "Young man, don't be too arrogant when doing things!"

"Zhang Yang too much? So what if I go Yang Yang? Who do you think you are? You are still young!" Fan Long sneered at Qing Zhu's words disdainfully and said, "Boy, are you very old?"

"I'm enough to be your father!" Qingzhu said lightly. Then he looked up and glanced at Fan Long and said, "Boy, let your people get out of the way, otherwise you will regret it if something happens."

When Fan Long heard this, his eyes narrowed, and his face seemed to be covered with frost: "Threat me? Are you looking for death!"

As he said that, Fan Long pulled out the scimitar from his waist and slashed towards Qingzhu.

Faced with the sharp knife, Qingzhu's reaction was very simple. She just seemed to slowly raise her hand and clamp the blade with her two fingers. She clamped it hard like pliers.

"You?" Fan Long's face changed drastically, and then a hazy light appeared on the scimitar in his hand. He pulled the knife like lightning and retreated, looking at Qingzhu solemnly.

Qingzhu, whose expression slightly changed, also looked at Fan Long with a frown: "Cultivation of God?"

"Who are you?" Fan Long asked nervously when he heard Qingzhu's words.

"You can't afford to offend someone!" Before Qingzhu could speak, a light voice rang out.

Then, a phantom flashed by Qingzhu and Yun Lingyun, and the four guards surrounding them flew backwards and fell to the ground in a mess.

The phantom stagnated and appeared beside Yun Lingyun, which was Qingyuan.

"Let's go!" Leng Ran looked at Fan Long, and Qingyuan, who had a disdain curve on the corner of his mouth, said to Qingzhu and the others.

Fan Long, who watched them leave, couldn't help but look a bit of gloom flashed in his eyes with a changing look. He gritted his teeth and hated him deeply, but he didn't dare to entangle with them again.

"Big Young Master!" The four guards who were hiding up all looked ashamed and covered their chests with shame: "If you don't protect yourself, you deserve to die!"

"Hmph! A bunch of waste!" Fan Long looked at them coldly, then turned around and left in anger.

In a restaurant not far away, by the window on the second floor, two middle-aged Taoist priests in Taoist robes were sitting opposite each other, with rich wine and delicacies on the table in front of them.

"What is the origin? Even Long'er suffered a loss. Those three juniors have extraordinary cultivation!" A middle-aged Taoist, who was pale and had a rather elegant temperament, muttered to himself with a slightly frown.

On the other side, the thin middle-aged Taoist who was gently stroked his black beard and narrowed his eyes and said, "Although I didn't get close, I still felt the aura of the two young people. Their cultivation level is probably to reach the level of Taoism. It is really a bit evil to have such cultivation at a young age! It seems that their origin is definitely not simple. It is better for us not to be enemies with them easily."

"Hmph! Even if there is any origin, are our Kunlun Sect still afraid that they will not succeed?" The middle-aged Taoist, who had a white face and no beard, snorted coldly: "I have never felt any sword intent from them. I have never been under Shushan. Since that is the case, there is nothing to worry about."

When the thin middle-aged Taoist heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "Junior Brother Qianming, be careful! The master's plan is important!"

"Okay! Senior Brother Qianyuan! Don't worry, I won't be able to move them easily," Qian Ming, a middle-aged Taoist who was pale and had no beard, shook his head and said calmly.

Qian Yuan, a thin middle-aged Taoist who shook his head slightly, frowned and said with a worrying look: "Actually, I'm more worried. Those two young people are from Penglai Fairy Island overseas. Above the Ancestral Star, perhaps only there is the most likely place to have such evil geniuses. If they get involved, it will be very unfavorable for us!"

"Penglai Immortal Island?" Qian Ming also changed his expression slightly and said hurriedly: "Didn't they always dislike the struggles among the human race. They have been free and easy overseas? Are they going to participate in the upcoming catastrophe?"

Qian Yuan sighed without comment: "It's hard to say! This great disaster must have involved some things that we don't know. Otherwise, the master would not pay so much attention to it and let us come to the secular world. And Penglai Immortal Island has no foundation than our Kunlun School, so it is inevitable that we will not take action."

"If this is true, then it will be troublesome!" Gan Ming said with annoyance, holding the wine glass in his hand at the table.

Qian Yuan was obviously much more calm: "The soldiers came to block the water and soil, so there was no need to think so much!"

"Teacher! You must make the decision for your disciple!" With the rushing footsteps, Fan Long hurried over with his guard and complained to Gan Ming.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but glared at Fan Long: "What do you think of so panic? If you have something to do? Let's talk about it when you go back. I have something to talk about with your uncle. You can step down first!"

"Yes, teacher!" Fan Long suddenly felt slightly depressed and helpless when he heard this, "Teacher, Master Qianyuan, I will take my leave!"

As he said that, Fan Long left in shame with four guards.

After Fan Long left, Gan Ming couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "This Fan Long! He is really a child who is not taught! He is so ambitious and talented, so he doesn't have the posture of immortality! I don't know what the master thought, let us teach such a pair of waste brothers."

"The master's sect does this with deep meaning, and it's useless for us to complain." Qian Yuan, who twitched his lips lightly, shook his head and said calmly.

Gan Ming was a little depressed and said, "Senior Brother, you said that I have accepted the Fan Long and Fan Hu brothers as my disciples. I have spent so much effort over the years to assist them in practicing elixirs and teach them carefully. However, they are only transforming their gods and cultivating them. Such qualifications are really ordinary! But, the nature of this son is like this!"

"Senior brother, you said this was born by a parent, why is the difference so big?" Gan Ming then said with some reluctance: "Then Fan Lihua is several years younger than Fan Long and Fan Hu! However, she is now at the peak of the transformation of the gods. When she becomes an adult, she is afraid that she will have at least returned to the level of emptiness! Thinking about it, we have practiced for hundreds of years and have only reached the level of egoism. It is really shameful to say it!" Gan Ming couldn't help but shake his head as he said it.

Qian Yuan, who looked calm, couldn't help but change his expression slightly when he heard Gan Ming's words. He turned to shake his head and said, "Lihua's old mother, Hui Ruju, how can we take it as a disciple she values?"

"This Fan Lihua is an important character in the coming catastrophe and a true hero of the human race. Such a person is rare in a century!" Qian Yuan said with a sip of wine.

Gan Ming was jealous and unhappy and said, "So what? No matter how outstanding a talent is, he is not my subordinate to Kunlun!"

"Hmph! So what? Her two brothers are not the disciples of our fellow brothers. When she sees us, she also wants to respectfully call her uncle and elders," Qian Yuan smiled.

Gan Ming was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed: "Haha! That's true! Haha, it seems that this is the real intention of the master to take over the brothers Fan Long and Fan Hu?"

The two brothers, Qian Yuan and Gan Ming, who were chatting and laughing happily, did not know that Chen Hua, wearing a white robe, was sitting opposite Hu Ling'er and chatting and laughing casually.

"Yuanshi's reaction speed is not slow. But this method is really not very good," Chen Hua shook his head slightly.

Hu Ling'er smiled and said, "Brother Hua, Yuanshi is helpless. Could it be that he can have any better solutions? That's all!"

Chen Hua shook his head and said, "It's too early to say it now! It's hard to say what the Yuxu lineage is going to do."

"No matter what they want to do, brother Hua, you are in Zuxing, all their plans are just a child playing house for you," Hu Ling'er said with a smile.

Chen Hua was depressed when he heard this, "Are you praising me? Or are you hurting me?"

"Haha!" Hu Ling'er chuckled, and asked with beautiful eyes flashing: "Brother Hua. Are you going to take a trip to Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea?"

Chen Hua shook his head slightly and said, "No hurry! The people from Penglai Immortal Island have little contact with the Central Plains. Even if they are notified, they will not do anything for a while. Instead, we should go to Beimeng Mountain first to meet the Xuanwu Heavenly Lord."

"Well!" Hu Ling'er nodded in contemplation and said, "That Xuanwu Heavenly Lord is just a casual cultivator. He can have his current status, making many casual cultivators in the world respect him as their respect, which is really not simple!"

"Okay! Qian Yuan and Qianming have left, so it's time for us to leave." Chen Hua said, then stood up.

Hu Ling'er, who nodded with a smile, also hurriedly got up next to Chen Hua.

Abandoned a piece of silver crock on the table and took Hu Ling'er away

Early the next morning, outside the inn, Chen Hua and others were saying goodbye to Cheng Feng and Princess Yata.

"Master Chen, I was going to go on the road with you. Since you and us are not on the way, we won't keep you. The main position is smooth all the way!" Cheng Feng bowed to Chen Hua and others.

Chen Hua, who nodded slightly and smiled, took Hu Ling'er and others to take horses and leave.

Princess Yata, who watched them leave, couldn't help but feel regretful: "It's a pity that I left like this. I don't know if there is any chance to meet them in the future."

"A master! He acts in a unique way and always has no connection with us. Being able to meet them this time is considered our fate," Cheng Feng shook his head and sighed. He said, "Okay! Let's set off too! Try to arrive in Chang'an as soon as possible."

After leaving Dunhuang, Chen Hua and his team rushed to the west. In just a few days, they arrived in Xiliang.

In Hanjiang Pass, Chen Hua and his party entered the pass shortly after they were walking around the bustling street market with their horses, suddenly a sound of armor and neat steps sounded. A group of soldiers wearing black armor dispersed the pedestrians on the street and surrounded Chen Hua and others.

"Oh, this way of greeting is really a bit special!" Shui Bingling said with a slightly cold look on his lips.

As soon as Shui Bingling finished speaking, a cold voice sounded in the sound of horse hooves: "If you have a way in heaven, you won't go, if you have no way in hell, you will break in! If you offend me, you will dare to come to Hanjiang Pass. You are so brave!"

The black-armored soldier moved aside and revealed the young general Fan Hu, riding a black horse and light armor. Behind him, a strong general full of evil spirits and more than a dozen cavalry guards were followed.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at Fan Long, and then Chen Hua shook his head with a slight laugh. His dignified saint was actually surrounded by a group of ordinary soldiers. It was really funny to say it out!

"Qingzhu, Qingyuan, this trouble was caused by your brothers. You can solve it yourself!" Shui Bingling casually glanced at Qingzhu and Qingyuan and said with a faint smile.

The two were stunned when they heard this, and then Qingyuan started to speak: "I am enough to deal with them by myself."

As he said that, Qingyuan jumped up first and headed towards Fan Long.

"Hmph!" Fan Long, who snorted coldly, couldn't help but stabbing towards Qingyuan with a black spear in his hand.

Seeing this, Qingyuan flashed, and a black spear rod under his feet. Taking advantage of Fan Long's unsteady holding the gun, he swept his legs directly to Fan Long's chest. At the same time, Qingyuan's palm also slapped the sword on the big sword of the powerful general who showed his sword when he saw that the situation was not good, and the sword flew out.

"Ah!" Fan Long, who flew out in a mess, couldn't help but fall to the ground and vomited blood.
To be continued...