"Crossing the Mountain Gorge?!"

In fact, Zhang Fan's question was just for the sake of prudence, just filled with the roaring sound of the entire heaven and earth, and the chaotic aura torrent around him, which had dyed all kinds of spiritual light in the heavens for half a day, he knew that this place must be a place of fierce battle.

This place is just a wilderness, not only is it inhuman, but it is a place that even the wild beasts can't look down on, how can there be so many masters fighting? Except for Wang Tianshu and the others, who else will there be?

"Yes, through the mountain gorge!"

The flawless face was suddenly filled with excitement, and he couldn't wait to fly to Wang Tianshu's side immediately.

"Interesting!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, looked at the Chuanshan Gorge below, but did not go down immediately, but found something interesting.

The so-called Chuanshan Gorge below, in fact, looks like a majestic mountain rising abruptly on the plain, this high mountain rises from the ground, standing still, but it has its own magnificent momentum rushing to the face.

On the central axis of this high mountain, it seems that someone has cut it with a sharp sword, and a sudden big crack runs through, which is the mountain gorge. This canyon is also the source of all the roaring sounds and the spiritual light in the sky.

With the strength of his divine sense, it was naturally far from being flawless, and as soon as he arrived here, he felt the aura stirring above the canyon, and immediately distinguished a familiar aura from it.

"It was him who started the robbery!"

On Zhang Fan's face, a strange smile emerged.

...... In the canyon, a group of people gathered together in three circles and three circles outside, and on the periphery, the sky was full of howling winds and magic weapons.

"Bang~"

With a muffled sound, a monk was directly knocked into the inner encirclement from the periphery, fell to the ground, trembled twice, and then did not move, only a large patch of blood, soaked in the ground of Fang Yuanzhang.

The fall of this man did not make anyone look at him more, not even a few people not far from the place where he fell, and they had no intention of looking at him.

Immediately after, a sky-high flame struck, and faintly, it seemed to be visible that in the firelight, there was a magic weapon similar to a hammer, like the source of the earth's fire, and the flames were rising.

Obviously, this was this earth fire hammer-shaped magic weapon that killed the previous monk with one blow, and the aftermath was not stopped, and it burst into the air, pressing down on the head of an old man with white hair in the encirclement.

The mighty power of the wind, the flames, and the magic weapon of the hammer itself turned into a powerful force, and before he could get close, he saw sand and rocks flying on the ground, and the old man's pale hair and gorgeous clothes flew together in unison, almost wanting to be destroyed by it.

At this moment, a pitch-black aura rose from the old man's side, turned into the shape of a desolate beast in mid-air, and pounced, covering the magic weapon of the Earth Fire Hammer.

This pitch black is known at a glance to be the aura of the Yin Spirit caste, and as soon as it comes into contact with this earth fire magic weapon, it should turn into green smoke and annihilate, a typical egg hitting a stone, and it is not self-sufficient.

Outside the encirclement, a sneer appeared on the face of a middle-aged monk, who was the owner of the magic weapon of the Earth Fire Hammer.

Unexpectedly, the pitch-black aura fluttered, but the result was much more than he expected.

On top of the magic weapon, the earth fire that was burning turned into a line of green smoke as soon as the pitch-black breath came into contact, but under the cover of this green smoke, the faint, gloomy brilliance that was almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly touched the magic weapon of the earth fire hammer.

Suddenly, there was a sound of explosion, and then the mighty earth fire hammer shook violently, as if drunk, "bang", smashed to the ground, and let the middle-aged monk urge, it only trembled a little, and then fell silent.

"Filthy Aura!"

The middle-aged monk was shocked and exclaimed.

"It's the filthy aura of your old gambler grandfather. ”

Immediately, a joke came into his ears, and he didn't even have time to return the mouth, and the wind pressure in the sky reached his body, and he suddenly looked up, but when he saw a huge dice-shaped magic weapon pressed down in the air, he only had time to make an "ah" sound, and was smashed directly into the ground.

"Whoosh"

The dice-shaped magic weapon flew back into the hands of the old gambler, and where the middle-aged monk stood, the ground was dented, like a fountain, and blood gushed out.

One hit, kill!

"Hmph, frog at the bottom of the well, who do you think you are, Brother Yinglong, can you not put the aura of the old gambler in your eyes, you should die. ”

Withdrawing the magic weapon, the old gambler said proudly.

"Thank you Brother Feng for your help, I hope I am grateful. ”

The one who spoke was the old man with white hair who was targeted and attacked by the middle-aged monk before, and he almost died, but the old man's face did not change in the slightest, as if nothing had happened just now, and he stroked his snow-white beard and said to the old gambler.

"Haha, I hope the old man is polite, if there is no Wanggongzi, the old gambler doesn't know where he died, he should be. ”

The old gambler laughed, this old man is not very good, but his bearing is really good, he is not surprised when he changes, he is neither domineering nor weak, he is never arrogant or humble, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, showing the demeanor of big businessmen and masters, so that he is very convinced.

This person is naturally Wang Tianshu's father, the real owner of Wang's business house - Wang Laozi.

Standing and kneeling beside him were his two sons.

The person standing looked at Tianshu, and when he saw his father out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes at the old gambler couldn't help but be grateful.

At this time, although he knelt on the ground, his body trembled like chaff, and he couldn't even kneel, he was crooked obliquely, his face was even whiter, and only his eyes were rolling around, as if he was thinking of a way to get out.

Behind them, that is, at the very center of the encirclement, were more than a dozen ordinary cultivators, dressed in fine clothes, and protected by a group of monks in the middle, needless to say, the other people in charge of the Hanhai City Commercial Alliance.

At this time, the situation is critical, these people are either calm, or pale, or their eyes are flashing, but they still maintain a basic demeanor, they do not flee or scream, this performance can be regarded as worthy of their identity.

After listening to the words of the old gambler, the old man looked back at his younger son with appreciation, but ignored the eldest son who was kneeling on the ground, and continued to the old gambler:

"Brother Feng, no matter what, when I return to Hanhai City, I hope that I will be very grateful. ”

I hope that the old man said solemnly, at other times, there is such a sentence from the old man, the old gambler has to be happy for a long time, but now...... "Old man, let's talk about it when we can go back!"

"Alas~"

Speaking of the back, the old gambler looked around, his eyes fixed on several of them, and then turned away, sighing.

"Huh?"

The old man sighed lightly, in his opinion, the current situation is not bad, the strength of the two sides is equal, whether it is the people who come to loot or their merchant alliance, there are seven or eight Yudan monks.

Under normal circumstances, since you can't win easily, the other party will retreat soon, I don't know why the old gambler is so pessimistic.

"Damn, now, the old gambler is probably going to whine. ”

I don't know what the old gambler is muttering in his heart at this time.

In the eyes of the rest of the people, the current situation is okay and evenly matched, but in the eyes of old gamblers, these people who make shots are just little minions.

Indeed, little minions, according to what he saw when he peeped back then, aren't these just little minions serving tea and water?!

It was at that time that he met with several of these people and knew the details of each other.

If he had a choice, he would rather not know anything, after all, the guys standing behind these people were too terrifying, and if they made a move, the old gambler would not even be qualified to resist.

Immediately, the old gambler knew what it meant to be "afraid of ghosts and ghosts"!

"A bunch of rubbish!"

At this moment, a voice with endless bloody breath in the cold forest suddenly sounded in the mountain gorge, and unconsciously, the dissolved blood-red mist was filled, as if in an instant, it changed from the desolate canyon to the shore of the sea of blood.

"Boom~"

Before the words fell, a sharp whistling sound broke through the air, like a strong wind, and suddenly penetrated through the canyon.

The old gambler, the old man, the old man, the Tianshu and others, suddenly saw a flower in front of them, but in the bloody light, countless blood shadows shuttled, and the strange screams were breathtaking.

"Blood ~ God ~ Son!"

Seeing this signboard-like supernatural power, the old gambler bitterly pronounced out the name of the person who came, there were nobles who rescued him back then, and this time I am afraid that it will be...... These blood shadows, as soon as they appeared, were as light as nothing, in the boundless blood-colored mist and wind, flickering and uncertain, flickering in the east, and suddenly in the west, changing, and when they met a living person, they were a fit and a pounce.

"Hahahaha~~~"

In the midst of wild laughter, the blood shadows that spread throughout the canyon were scattered and gathered together as if they had been ordered by a jun, and converged on a figure who walked in from outside the canyon.

The person who came was a handsome and bewitching young man, his face was pale and bloodless, only his thin lips were bright as blood, and his eyes flashed blood-red from time to time.

He was dressed in a blood-colored robe, as if there was really blood soaked and condensed out, patches of reddish-brown mottled, really like blood precipitation, before he got close, the bloody breath came to his face.

Blood God Son, this person is the Blood God Son who chased and killed the old gambler back then, and had an encounter with Zhang Fan!

As soon as this famous figure, who stood at the pinnacle of Yudan, appeared, the hearts of everyone in the field suddenly sank, and a look of despair appeared on the faces of the vast majority of people at the same time.

"My subordinates are ineffective, please forgive my sins. ”

All those who attacked the looting knelt on their knees and said in fear.

All the blood shadows returned, and the blood god stretched his body comfortably, and at the same time, seven or eight figures in the air fell from the air weakly, smashing to the ground like a broken sack, and the scattered muffled snort sounded as if it was directly hitting everyone's hearts, and the invisible palpitations and panic spread.

Under one blow, most of the guards on the side of the trading house fell!

(To be continued)