Li Xiaoyao followed the eleventh carriage slowly out of the city, and when they reached a hillside, he dodged into the hillside full of dead branches and grass.

At this time, he really felt that the gaze behind him had disappeared, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, and he didn't know when the back was already soaked. The maggot-like gaze just now put too much pressure on him, and he didn't even find out who the other party was.

Under the hillside, the eleventh carriage slowly drove forward, followed by several people from the Zhang family who were riding horses and whips, these people looked very ordinary, not martial arts. I didn't feel any fluctuations in my true qi at all, just a group of ordinary children of a family.

Although the male heirs of the Zhang family who followed the eleventh carriage were all freshly dressed and angry, and their expressions were extraordinary, their eyes did not show any expression, but they were silent, riding on the back of the horse and holding the reins tightly.

Those children of the Zhang family were closely followed by a group of people, some of whom were heroes dressed as heroes, some of whom were all men in strong suits, and there were a few peddlers who carried burdens.

Because the carriage was not moving very fast, and it was very slow, the chaotic group of people could follow the carriage all the way on foot, and their Shuangli showed excitement and solemn eyes.

Li Xiaoyao felt that the gaze behind him disappeared, so he pondered whether to continue to follow the eleventh carriage or return to the area around Zhang's mansion and wait for Ye Yinfeng to appear. But he didn't know if Ye Yinfeng was safe, or if something had happened.

So he decided to go back to the Zhang Mansion first to see if he could find a way to sneak into that Zhang Mansion so that he could find out Ye Yinfeng's whereabouts, after all, he was still more worried about Ye Yinfeng's safety.

He stood on the hillside and watched the carriage and the people of the Zhang family and the group of people who followed closely slowly move forward, just as he turned around and wanted to get up.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt a slight tremor in his heart, and an invisible terrifying meaning suddenly surged into his heart.

He noticed that the carriage ahead had suddenly stopped, and a powerful crisis had enveloped the area.

That crisis gave him the same feeling as the crisis given to him by the gaze around Zhang's mansion, and the invisible crisis was like a boulder pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

Ahead, the carriage and all the people stopped moving, except for the two tall horses in front of the carriage, which spewed white mist from their nostrils, and their hooves kept rubbing on the ground.

I saw a middle-aged scribe in shabby clothes standing three feet away in front of the carriage, and the middle-aged scribe stood with his hands in his hands, blocking the front of the carriage. A powerful momentum pressed straight towards the carriage, startling the two horses in front of the carriage for a long neigh, and almost broke free from the front reins of the carriage.

The powerful momentum of the middle-aged scribe crossed the carriage and rushed towards the people behind the carriage.

The heir of the Zhang family only felt that his heart was stuffy, his breathing began to become rapid, his face changed greatly, and he looked at the middle-aged scribe standing not far in front of him uneasily. The horses on which they sat were also disturbed, and some of them almost threw them off their horses. Horses are generally more sensitive to danger than humans, and these horses all sense the danger of the middle-aged scribe in front of them, and they all lift their front hooves uneasily and rub uneasily on the ground.

Li Xiao felt the powerful momentum exuded by the middle-aged scribe from a distance, and that momentum carried a strange aura, and at this moment he had already determined that the owner of the gaze behind him was the middle-aged scribe.

He stood on the hillside and did not dare to make any move, for the middle-aged scribe let out a strange aura that locked him in. The distance between them is at least twenty zhang, and to lock one person from such a distance, it is not enough to rely on the cultivation of internal force, it also requires strong spiritual power. That is to say, after the martial cultivation realm reaches the near heavens, there will be a kind of mental power, and this kind of mental power can also be called spiritual power, and it can also be called soul power.

Master, that middle-aged scribe must be a master, his cultivation realm has reached at least the Heavenly Realm, and Li Xiaoyao's realm is only a trace away from reaching the Heavenly Realm. With such a big difference in the realm, even if he wanted to run, it was impossible for him to escape.

This middle-aged Wen was the person with the highest martial cultivation realm that Li Xiaoyao had encountered, except for Wuwuzi, and his heart trembled fiercely. He had never seen or heard of that middle-aged scribe, and no matter how experienced he was, he couldn't figure out the identity of this scribe even if he wanted to.

"Old man Zhang Lanzhi, dare to ask the famous man, why is he blocking my way." Zhang Jiazhi, who was on the carriage, knew that the other party was a character who was not easy to mess with, so he quickly grabbed the reins to prevent the horse in front of the carriage from running around. He clenched his fists and asked politely to the middle-aged scribe who was three feet away, and he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation, so he could only breathe a little lower.

"An unknown person in the mountains and wilderness has come to borrow something from Master Zhang."

A loud voice spat out from the mouth of the middle-aged scribe, sonorous and powerful.

"The driver laughed, how can I borrow it, if all the things on the old man's carriage can enter the eyes of the driver, please take it casually."

Zhang Lanzhi's face changed slightly, but he still said politely to the other party, as if he was sure that there was nothing worthy of the other party's attention on this carriage.

"In that case, you're welcome."

Step by step, the middle-aged scribe walked towards the carriage, and he walked slowly, unhurriedly, like a leisurely stroll.

Zhang Lanzhi, on the other hand, was in a panic, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The oncoming middle-aged scribe didn't make any move, but it gave him a strong pressure, and every time he took a step forward, the pressure increased by a point.

When the others who followed the carriage saw this, they also dispersed, and they were all ten feet away from the carriage.

The middle-aged scribe had put too much pressure on them, and the other party was not something they could compete with, but they didn't dare to go too far, because the middle-aged scribe also had some aura to lock this group of people.

The people could not leave this place, but they did not dare to come too close, so they had to be ten feet away from the carriage.

And the heirs of the Zhang family who followed the carriage were also in a state of uneasiness, staring closely at the middle-aged scribe who was walking towards them step by step, and the horses under them were all cramped and uneasy, and their hooves were constantly moving on the ground.

The middle-aged man walked up to the carriage, looked behind the carriage with his eyes, and said lightly: "You all get out, I won't embarrass you while a certain family is in a good mood today." ”

He was speaking to the people who were about ten feet away from the carriage, as if they were not the right people he was looking for, but he did not fully take them into account.

The crowd of people who were ten feet away from the carriage, at this moment a hanging heart could finally fall, he breathed a sigh of relief like a forgiveness, and left in a hurry with a fist to the scribe from afar.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoyao said that since the other party could let go of the group of people who followed the carriage, then he could also leave.

So he also hurriedly turned around and wanted to go back, he could only take advantage of the other party's inattention to blend in with the group, hoping that the middle-aged scribe would not make trouble for himself.

"That little fellow Daoist, please stay."

Li Xiaoyao sighed in his heart, shouted that it was not good, and immediately stopped his steps.

He looked at the middle-aged scribe in a daze, and didn't understand why the other party still found him, but he really didn't have any impact on this person.

He had to stand on the hillside with his head stiff, a cold wind hit, and a chill rushed to his heart, and his clenched hands did not know when they were already sweating. The sweat that had been blown away by the wind on his back seeped out again, wetting the collar above the back of his neck.

The middle-aged scribe ignored the group of people who left in a hurry, and only glanced at the fat Taoist priest slightly, and then turned his gaze back to the Zhang family's advocate Lan Zhi who was sitting in front of the carriage.

The descendants of the Zhang family didn't dare to say a word, and sat silently on the back of the horse, they tightly tightened the reins in their hands, and calmed the panicked horse that sat down.

"Dare to ask what the honorable driver wants, and any thing in this carriage can be taken by the honorable driver."

Zhang Lanzhi looked at the man, he felt his heart trembling slightly, and the reins in his hand couldn't help but loosen.

"It doesn't matter, just pick it up from a certain family." The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly at the other party, his tone full of confidence, domineering and strong.

I saw him wave his big hand, and a majestic momentum like the sea went straight to the carriage,

There was a loud "bang", and I saw that the carriage immediately exploded, and only the two horses in front of it were startled, and they couldn't stop neighing, and their limbs kicked wildly.

The roof of the carriage was lifted straight up, tumbling in the air a few times and then falling straight to the ground, being torn apart.

The body of the carriage collapsed to both sides like a shelf, and the carriage was destroyed, revealing a dark coffin on the bottom of the carriage.

Zhang Lanzhi's face turned pale, and the two horses in front of the startled carriage almost withdrew their legs and rushed forward, but fortunately he reacted in time and tightened the reins in his hand, which made the horse rub in place without stopping.

The head of the Zhang family only felt a frustrated grievance filling his brain, when did his Zhang family be so humiliated, the other party was even more uncomfortable than slapping him in the face.

The head of his family, who had suffered such a disgrace in front of his own family, was so angry that a strange red tide surged up on his pale countenance. There was a sudden churn of blood in his heart, and the hot breath rushed straight to his throat, but the red cheeks could not hide his grievances at this time.

"Your Excellency, don't go too far." ，

Zhang Lanzhi endured the hot breath that rushed straight up from his chest, and a scorching light appeared in his eyes, towards the middle-aged scribe standing next to the destroyed carriage.

"It's excessive, a certain family doesn't think it's excessive."

The other party still has the same tone, the same toughness and domineering.

The middle-aged scribe raised his head and looked at the head of the Zhang family who was sitting on the front of the carriage, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

As soon as he came into contact with the other party's strange eyes, Zhang Lanzhi couldn't help but feel a panic in front of him, and several accidentally almost fell down.

The other party's glance made him completely give up resistance, what a powerful person this is, and they are in front of him like an ant in front of an elephant.

The heirs of the Zhang family didn't dare to make any moves, although they also felt aggrieved in their hearts, what could they do, they could only watch the man destroy their own carriage. They are so weak that they are not even interested in the opponent's opponent.

There was silence all around, and all could hear only the sound of their own breathing, and the north wind whistling like a knife.

The horse that sat down snorted heavily, spewing out a thick white mist, and its limbs rubbed against the ground restlessly.

Li Xiaoyao stood on the slope, and he was really surprised by the toughness and domineering of the middle-aged scribe.

He didn't expect that the other party's means were so direct, and his powerful momentum was so domineering, that he almost didn't take all these people in his eyes, including himself.

He searched his stomach and didn't come up with the identity of the other party, there are really few people in the world who have such a high martial arts cultivation realm. And there are only a handful of people who act strangely and decisively and domineering like this, and he really can't figure out what the identity of the other party is.

And it is obvious that in addition to asking for a certain treasure of this Zhang family, the shabby middle-aged scribe seems to be the next target himself, and he has no way of knowing what the other party's purpose is for him.

Under the eyes of everyone, they didn't see any movement of the middle-aged scribe, and he was already standing next to the dark coffin.

He quietly looked at the dark coffin, a satisfied smile on his face.

Zhang Jiazhi's advocate Lan Zhi was so angry that he trembled uncontrollably because of the irrepressible indignation, and the fingers that grabbed the reins made a sound of joint writhing due to excessive force.

The middle-aged scribe stood in front of the dark coffin for a moment, and then he patted the lid of the coffin with both hands.

With a "bang", the coffin lid cracked in response, and he immediately slapped it into a pile of sawdust, which stirred up bursts of sawdust and dust.

That's when the mutation struck.

A dazzling light shot out from the coffin, and the light pierced the middle-aged scribe's chest like lightning.

The brilliance was dazzling, like a sharp lightning bolt bursting from under the gray sky,

With that dazzling light shooting out, everyone's eyes only felt as if their eyes were pierced by a strong light, and a trembling soul-like palpitation arose, making them subconsciously close their eyes.

At this time, the wind everywhere seems to be still,

There was only that glorious brilliance left between heaven and earth, and it was the fierce light shot by the sword of the rainbow.