The wind is swaying.
The withered grass is rising and falling.
The stronghold that Biluo Sword Valley invested massive financial and material resources to build, as well as the destruction of two thousand Heavy Armored Cavalry, beca a hot topic of discussion among countless people.
As the instigator of this incident, Chen Yang mixed into the crowd and climbed the Northern Mountain.
Whether the map fragnt is complete or not, Chen Yang doesn't really care. What he needs to do now is to kill all of Biluo Sword Valley's people.
Of course, on this Northern Mountain, there might be a main force of Biluo Sword Valley.
If he can kill them all, it would certainly be a severe blow to Biluo Sword Valley. The problem is, how to kill them.
Going head-to-head isn't impossible, but it's ultimately a last resort.
Gu Zhiqing squinted, looking at the crowded mountain foothill, remaining silent.
For this man who shared a horse with her, she seed to have a whole new understanding.
Confident, decisive, swift and rciless.
If she didn't know in advance, she would never have guessed that this domineering man, who in just a few days caused a sensation in Shisu Town, ca from the secular world.
Among the so-called pride of heaven in Yuning Mountain she had seen many, but how many could compare to this man?
Perhaps...
Biluo Sword Valley could really be annihilated by him?
"Boss."
Yang Hu approached, raising his hand to point at the ridge not far away, where there was a large protruding rock, flat and wide, and appeared to be quite a platform.
At the mont, on this platform, there was an elderly man, dressed in ragged clothes, hunched, with a head of mottled hair ssily draped over his shoulders.
He was sitting on the edge of the platform, with his hands supporting on both sides, his legs swinging incessantly, one worn-out cloth shoe on his foot, the other, who knows where it was flung.
A pair of dull, lifeless eyes leisurely gazed at the people climbing the mountain, sotis grinning foolishly, sotis shaking his head and murmuring, "All fools, dead people."
"I just heard soone say that many years ago, people have seen this old man appearing in this mountain area. He is probably a native."
Yang Hu continued, "Many speculate that he should know a lot about what's happening on the mountain, but unfortunately, he doesn't seem to want to pay attention to anyone."
Chen Yang raised his gaze and took a look.
As Yang Hu said, many people stepped forward to inquire, but the old man did not even glance directly at them.
He exuded a supre deanor of arrogance, as if everyone were ants beneath him.
After being ignored, those who initially wanted to gather so intelligence could only chuckle bitterly and leave in large strides.
Such an arrogant old fellow.
So were annoyed, but not to the extent of arguing with an old man.
Chen Yang's lips curled into a slight arc; this elder, shabby and unkempt, fully carried the air of a beggar, but the confidence and unrestrained nature between his eyebrows were not sothing an ordinary person could possess.
"Interesting."
These few words subconsciously made Gu Zhiqing glance over.
Simultaneously, a young man in white robes, holding a folding fan and sowhat sharp in deanor, shook his fan and strolled to the elder's front.
Behind him, two middle-aged n closely followed.
He carried the air of a wealthy family's young master.
"They all say you've lived in this mountain area for many years and should know a lot about the map fragnt? So, explain it word for word to , this young master?"
The tall and well-built young man raised his right hand, poked his forehead with his index finger, and said nonchalantly, "I'm different from those common folk, so you better be sensible."
His face was stern, and his deanor was sharp and aloof.
This kind of appearance revealed at once that he wasn't soone easy to deal with.
Faced with these aggressive words, the elder, as usual, ignored him, acting as if he heard nothing.
The young man, nad Chu Jiang, narrowed his sharp eyes to slits, looking down at the elder from above.
"Pah."
The elder spat fiercely, bit a blade of grass between his teeth, and gazed into the distance at those ascending the mountain with a shake of his head and a chuckle.
"Heh heh..."
Chu Jiang laughed imdiately, snapping his folding fan shut with a smack.
As soone from a prominent family, Chu Jiang's actions were always aggressive. Regardless of who it was, he maintained such an attitude.
Since others had hit a wall with this old guy, he just had to get so answers for satisfaction.
"Old man, are you ignoring this young master?" Chu Jiang tapped his palm with the folding fan, his lips forming a slight smile, "You should know, my speaking to you is a blessing from your past life."
As he spoke, Chu Jiang drew out a silk handkerchief, exaggeratedly covered his mouth and nose, "Do you have no sense of your lowly status?"
"Young man, don't be too arrogant, beware of the beating the world might give you." The elder finally spoke, chuckling as he said it.
Chu Jiang was dumbfounded; was he threatened by an old beggar?
"Young master."
Before he could speak, a nearby middle-aged man reminded him.
Hmm?
Chu Jiang raised an eyebrow, turning reflexively to see two n and a woman walking towards them.
"Hmph!"
Chu Jiang snorted, ignoring them, and said to the elder with a cold tone, "Old man, are you courting death?"
Clip clop, clip clop.
The sound of hooves approached from afar, finally stopping nearby.
"Ha!"
Chu Jiang sneered, "This young master didn't want to bother with you lot, but did you take my generosity as cowardice, making you annoying bugs dare to co close?"
Chu Jiang was arrogant and haughty.
This newcor, of course, was Chen Yang and his group.
By implication, Chen Yang and his group were just annoying, disgusting bugs, approaching even more when ignored.
Chen Yang felt speechless; boasting to this extent was rare.
He leisurely lit a cigarette.
Beside him, Gu Zhiqing raised an eyebrow, visibly annoyed, indicating her displeasure towards Chen Yang's smoking, and waved her hand in front of her face.
"What, are you still going to stay here and disgust this young master?" Chu Jiang sneered, his cold eyes looking down on Chen Yang.
"Hmm?!"
Chu Jiang added weight to his questioning tone.
Yang Hu imdiately laughed, a wicked gleam blossoming on his face.
"Can't even speak? Hmm?!"
Bang!
As Chu Jiang continued his show of force, Yang Hu ford a fist and directly knocked Chu Jiang to his knees, "Hmm?! Say hmm again, let hear?"
Crunch.
Chu Jiang's knees slamd into the rock, causing it to fracture as blood flowed profusely.
Incredibly, he raised his head, his face nearly twisted, glaring at Yang Hu, "You, you dare touch ?"
Beep!
The two middle-aged n behind him suddenly moved but were pinned in place as if they were being pressed from all directions, unable to move an inch.
"This..."
The two middle-aged n were dumbfounded, then looked at Chen Yang with eyes as if they had seen a ghost.
Chu Jiang hadn't noticed this unusual scene and, while struggling to get up, threatened, "Dare to touch this young master, you're done for!"
This sudden turn of events attracted the attention of many around.
Hiss!
Under Yang Hu's pull of the reins, his warhorse neighed, and its two front hooves rose high before coming down to stomp Chu Jiang, who had just managed to stand up, back to the ground.
Crunch.
Chu Jiang: "..."
The onlookers: "..."
"..."
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