Fang Zhengqing cautiously followed behind Feng Yun and Nangong Jiao'er as if he was a thief, and kept looking around, not daring to take a breath.

Feng Yun and the others didn't bother to pay attention to him, as long as he followed honestly, and their attention was now on the people of the Silver Tiger Gate. However, the strange thing is that they are only a few miles away from the three peaks of the mountain, and they still don't see half a figure.

Feng Yun turned his head to look at Nangong Jiao'er, and the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't see a figure either.

"Did we miscalculate? The people of Yinhumen actually didn't get the news of a mountain? Feng Yun couldn't help but wonder.

"Probably not, otherwise how could the Silver Tiger Sect strangle the people of the Fang family like this, at least they should leave some clues for torture." Nangong Jiao'er thought for a moment before replying. The people who can rush out of the Fang family with the picture scroll and Fang Zhengqing must be descendants, if there is important news about the relics, such a person is unwilling not to know, if the Silver Tiger Gate only knows the picture scroll and does not know a mountain, it is normal to leave a few living mouths to find out the news, but what Fang Zhengqing and his party encountered was the treasure of the Silver Tiger Gate.

"In that case, I'm afraid there are only two possibilities. Either the people from the Silver Tiger Gate have entered a mountain and ambush us by the way in the treasure hunt in the mountain, or the people from the Silver Tiger Gate have not arrived. Feng Yun guessed.

Nangong Jiao'er also nodded. If it is the former, then it may not be the key to get the hidden picture, or it may be that there is a treasure in the mountains. If it's the latter, it's worth playing, whether it's delayed by something and passively failing to come, or whether it's something else and taking the initiative to be a step late.

The two were silent for a long time, which made Fang Zhengqing uneasy, but he hoped that Feng Yun and the others would dispel their minds and go back, even if there was no tiger like the Silver Tiger Gate, there might be an old and decrepit old monster in the mountains who was waiting for a fresh body to be sent to the door, no matter which one he encountered, it would be fatal.

"Go?" Feng Yun raised his head and asked Nangong Jiao'er.

"Of course!" Nangong Jiao'er replied with a smile.

……

On the other side, dozens of miles away from a mountain, a small group of people were resting in the dense forest.

A crisp chirp suddenly sounded in the sky, and everyone immediately looked up.

"It's the golden-eyed eagle that's back! It looks like the fish are in the net. A middle-aged man said excitedly.

The white-haired old man sitting in the middle bowed slightly when he saw this: "In this case, the order will go down, and we will set off in half an hour." ”

The middle-aged man received the order, quickly conveyed the order, and after a while, he returned to the old man's side and asked quietly, "Old Ancestor, will it be too late in half an hour?" What if they get something and run away? ”

The white-haired old man glanced at the middle-aged man and said lightly, "What do you think it is?" Cabbage, you can take it with you? If I'm not mistaken, the relics are likely to be left by the painting sanctuary 10,000 years ago, and it has been handed down for at least thousands of years. ”

"The problem is that the person who can kill the two elders of the Fengzi Hall is not an ordinary person, in case it ......," the middle-aged man worried, they had worked hard to get to this point, if someone else picked the fruit at this time, it would really be a loss to the lady and the soldiers, a big loss.

"Foolish! Why did we choose such an idiot as you as the master in the first place! The white-haired old man glared at the middle-aged man, and it turned out that this middle-aged man was actually the current master of the Silver Tiger Gate.

The middle-aged man hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at the old man, although he was the master of the door, but in front of the two ancestors of the out-of-body realm, he, the master of the door, was not qualified to speak.

"You all know that it may not be easy for those people to kill the two elders of the Wind Word Hall, so you are still jumping forward with your feet! I ask you, do you know how many of them there are and what kind of realm they are? Lu Feng and they died in the forests of Zhongzhou, if nothing else, it should be the hands of the people who went to participate in the ancestral sacrifice, and the people who looked at the bones of Lu Feng and the others should at least be in the Yuan Infant Realm, if one or two Yuan Babies are easy to say, in case there is more than ......"

The white-haired old man's voice became gloomy and compassionate, which made the master of the Silver Tiger Gate shudder, "What the ancestor said is right, if we are unlucky and really encounter an iron plate, we will kill it like this, I'm afraid half of the Silver Tiger Gate will be here!" ”

But after thinking for a while, he was a little unwilling to say: "Even if we don't happen to meet a great power, can we not work hard for half a day to watch them take them away and hide them?" At the very least, I should have some soup. ”

After hearing this, the white-haired old man snorted lightly and asked, "Hmph, soup?" Have you seen the news of collecting a mountain these days? ”

Although he didn't understand why his ancestor suddenly asked this, the master of the Silver Tiger Gate still replied honestly and whispered: "What did the ancestor say about a haunted thing in the mountains? ”

The white-haired old man nodded: "I'm afraid it's a means used by the painting saint to drive away the intruders or select the heirs, and those who enter are either dead or crazy, without exception, it can be seen that a family in the mountains is not simple." Besides, if the painting saint wants to choose a disciple, how can it be easy for people to get his inheritance. In half an hour, if they don't come out, it proves that they are nothing more than that, even if they have some skills, how many points can they leave after a trip to a mountain? If it hadn't been half an hour, they would have come out...... Do you think we can afford to mess with such people? ”

After the white-haired old man mentioned something, the master of the Silver Tiger Gate suddenly figured out everything, and admired his ancestor: "Sure enough, the ancestor is still resourceful!" Liu Tu is really difficult to reach the ancestors, in case, Yinhumen has the ancestors in charge, why can't they prosper! ”

The surrounding disciples turned a blind eye to the flattering appearance of their own sect master, because they all knew that the person who really spoke to the Silver Tiger Gate was never the door master, and the door master was just a butler-like figure beside the two ancestors.

The white-haired old man smiled at Liu Tu's sycophancy. Soup? If the other party is really a character who can't be provoked, it's fine, if it's ...... Then what he wants is just soup!

……

"There's really no one to ......," Nangong Jiao'er couldn't help but say.

The three of them came to the foot of a mountain in a short time, but until now, they had not seen even half a figure.

"It's better to be careful, even if there is no one, it doesn't mean that there will be no traps left." Feng Yun said in a deep voice, he always felt that this trip might not be peaceful.

Nangong Jiao'er and Fang Zhengqing both nodded. At the same time, Nangong Jiao'er also took out the picture scroll from his sleeve.

After unfolding, the three of them compared the landscape on the picture scroll with the mountain in front of them. Sure enough, except for some details that have been changed by the years, the general topography can be said to be the same.

"It seems that this is indeed the mountain." Nangong Jiao'er said with a bow.

At this moment, another murmur came from the picture scroll: "...... Come here... Door... Middle...... Transmit... My ...... Taoism ......"

It seems that because the destination in the scroll is getting closer and closer, the sound coming from the scroll is becoming clearer, and there is more information than before.

"Come to this gate and spread my way. Door? It's just in this mountain, and if there is a door, it's a lot easier to find. Nangong Jiao'er looked at the mountain and said slowly.

Feng Yun glanced at Fang Zhengqing, and saw that the fear of fire and desire/fire on his body were burning at the same time, it didn't look like he was playing a little trick, so he said, "I'll go ahead, and Fang Daoyou will go in the middle...... Lao/Hu is in the final formation. "He's still not used to calling Nangong Jiao'er's pseudonym.

Nangong Jiao'er smiled when she heard this, but unfortunately, with the thick eyebrows and big eyes, Feng Yun suddenly got goosebumps, and quickly pulled his head.

"These two...... It can't be that kind of dragon yang, right? When Fang Zhengqing saw this scene, he thought of the experience of these days, and a terrible thought inexplicably appeared in his mind, and then he immediately forced himself to forget about it, but his walking posture became much more restrained.

The three of them carefully stepped on the mountain in the painting, and after walking a few steps, Feng Yun frowned slightly and asked Nangong Jiao'er behind him, "What do you think of this mountain?" ”

Nangong Jiao'er had already put away her playful look, and replied solemnly: "Although I can't see the flaws, it feels very strange to me." ”

"What's this strange method?"

“…… I can't put it into words, it's unusual anyway. What about you? ”

Hearing what Nangong Jiao'er said, Feng Yun's face became even darker: "There is no sign of the formation, and I can't see what means have been used." "Whether it's an illusion or a magic circle, even if you don't have good intentions, the most reassuring thing is that you don't understand its intentions and can't guess its means.

After that, the two of them exerted their senses to the extreme, and they didn't dare to be careless. After a while, the two quaint bronze gates were discovered by the divine senses of the two. The two looked at each other and bowed slightly.

This bronze gate is hidden in a cave/hole deep in the mountains, although it is hidden by grass and trees, it seems extremely hidden, but under the divine consciousness, it is naturally hidden.

The three of them walked into the cave and saw the two gates from a distance, even after countless years, the gate did not show the slightest rust, and the eighty-one nails on the door faintly reflected the quiet light, giving people an eerie feeling.

After the divine sense probed for a moment, and did not feel any danger, Feng Yun took the lead and walked forward. After a while, there was a slight "click......click" sound in the hole.

Feng Yun frowned and turned his head to look, Fang Zhengqing suddenly raised his hands to cover his mouth, he was afraid that the bronze gate would suddenly open, and then a terrible old monster would appear and make them lose their spirits.

Feng Yun glared at Fang Zhengqing and told him to be quiet before turning around and moving on.

There was no threat, the door did not open suddenly, and no old monster with a small life rush out. Feng Yun stood in front of the door and carefully examined the bronze gate, but the more he looked at it, the more puzzled he became.

Seeing this, Nangong Jiao'er couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with this gate?" ”

Feng Yun frowned, rubbed his chin, and never took his eyes off the door: "It's right, it's just too proper, that's why it's not proper." ”

Without waiting for Nangong Jiao'er to continue to ask, he continued to explain: "The material of this gate is very ordinary, not even the spiritual materials have been mixed, and it is no different from the ordinary gate, but the problem is that this mountain has existed for at least thousands of years, and this gate has not the slightest trace of rust, do you think it is normal?" "As a refiner, Feng Yun is very familiar with the materials that can be used to refine weapons.

When Nangong Jiao'er heard this, she immediately understood what Feng Yun meant, and couldn't help but look carefully, she didn't know whether the door was and the material, but she could still know if there was a true yuan blessing on the door.

After looking at it for a while, Nangong Jiao'er raised her hand and prepared to touch the door nail on the door, if it was really as Feng Yun said, this gate was made of ordinary materials, and it would be clear that the general gold and iron could not withstand her strength.

However, as soon as her fingers touched the door nail, she was grabbed by a large hand.

"Don't die! You know it's weird, and you still get started! Feng Yun couldn't help but scold.

"I'll just try it, I've looked at it carefully, there are no hands and feet on it, and there is no breath of true yuan." Nangong Jiao'er replied in a low voice.

"You ......" Feng Yun was about to say more, only to see that the bronze gate that had been silent suddenly trembled!

Feng Yun's scalp suddenly became numb, his hairs stood on end, and almost instinctively pulled Nangong Jiao'er backwards, and he didn't even forget to take Fang Zhengqing with him halfway.

"Buzz ......"

I saw the bronze gate slowly opening, and a biting yin wind suddenly exhaled!