Li Yaoguang quietly left the valley, bypassed the village, and gradually penetrated into the northwest mountainous area. As the war in the Central Plains continued, there were as numerous bandits as a cow, and there were large and small villages standing in the dangerous places in the mountains - the target he initially selected. As long as three or five villages were wiped out and the posture of taking the heavens was in a way, he could find a reasonable excuse for his whereabouts to deal with the investigation and questioning of those who were interested, especially not related to Zhou Zhiyong's disappearance.

The mountains are lush and trees. When you turn a valley, you suddenly see a building at the height of the mountain on the left. It is made of a mix of stones and wood. The terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack. There is a circle of sharpened wooden fences on the outside, which should be the nest of a group of bandits.

Li Yaoguang's murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he drew his sword and jumped onto the treetops, and rushed straight into the mountain village like a giant eagle. He didn't care whether he encountered resistance, and he did not understand that those incompetent bandits could not make the world come true!

Unexpectedly, no one showed warnings or archery outside the village, and no guards were seen from high places. The mountain wind was sobbing, sobbing, and it was a bit strange.

Li Yaoguang crossed the fence and fell to the ground with a deep foot. The village was empty, with neither the crowing chickens nor the barking of dogs, nor the sound of children chasing and playing, like a huge grave, deadly. Many debris were thrown away on the ground, and the fallen leaves were hovering, as if everyone had disappeared in an instant, and they didn't even have time to take away their belongings.

Looking closely, there were several cut-off knives stuck on the wall, with blood stains.

An unknown shadow flashed through Li Yaoguang's heart, and the hair behind his neck stood upside down. Brush! He twisted his waist in time, raised his sword to lift it up, and blocked the sneak attack, and his five fingers were shaken slightly numb.

A man flew backwards on the fence, with a slender figure, wearing a white Taoist robe, handsome face, and slender eyes as thin as women, showing a somewhat surprised look.

Li Yaoguang glanced around the left and right with vigilance, raised his sword to point at his opponent, frowned and said, "Who are you? Have you massacred all the people in the mountain village?"

The Taoist priest in white robe laughed and said, "Look at you who are full of righteousness. Do you want to seek justice for them? Haha, the wrong thing you choose for the heroes!"

Before he finished speaking, two other Taoist priests in white robe flew over the roof. One held a long sword and the other held a whisk, were all handsome and elegant young masters, with a bit of evil spirit between their eyebrows and eyes. One of them shouted from afar: "Yan Xiaodao, why are you fighting?"

Na Yan Xiaodao said, "A hero came uninvited and rushed to Qinglong Peak with a bright sword. I was about to entertain him."

The Taoist priest shouted, "Hurry and kill the person so that he will not disturb the sect leader's silence and practice qi."

Yan Xiaodao's mouth curled up and muttered, "What kind of virtue? Take chicken feathers as a command arrow!" Suddenly, he jumped down, and the steel knife turned into a bolt of lightning and slashed straight towards Li Yaoguang's head. His sword technique was vicious and vicious, as if it was slashing straight with one knife, but in fact, the blade was walking in an arc-shaped curve, which could regenerate and change according to the opponent's reaction.

Almost at the same time, two other Taoist priests danced their weapons and rushed over. Regardless of the casual moves, they wanted to kill Li Yaoguang into meat sauce immediately.

Li Yaoguang suddenly fell into a siege, shouting loudly that he followed the sword, the rolling silver balls swept the sword energy, and they faced each other with tit-for-tat. Dingdang! The metal and iron clanged each other, and Mars flew everywhere. The three Taoists practiced the art of combined attack, and they moved forward and retreated and flashed very well, and gradually gained the upper hand.

Li Yaoguang was so angry that he was sweating profusely when he was killed, and suddenly shouted: "I am Li Yaoguang of the Southern Tang Dynasty! If you dare to hurt me, be careful to incur bloody revenge from the Southern Tang family!"

"What is Li Yaoguang?" "It's ridiculous, how much money can the Southern Tang family be worth?" "The duck is stubborn!" The Taoist priests sarcastically said and said, and the offensive did not diminish at all.

Li Yaoguang was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. During the blow, his right arm suddenly tightened and was wrapped around by the thin thread at the front of the whisk. His moves were full of flaws, and he watched the enemy sword stab at the chest.

Ding! The sword tip pierces a hard object and cannot move forward, and the sword body arches like a rainbow.

The next moment, the tip of the sword shook and cut his clothes, a square stone box rolled and fell, and with a bang, the lid cracked and a crystal clear emerald fell out. In an instant, a strong green light filled the field of vision, causing everything in the world to lose its color.

The Taoist priest who gave the sword was extremely surprised. He kicked Li Yaoguang away with one kick, bent down and picked up the dazzling gem, and said happily: "If you present this priceless treasure, it will be enough to please the master!"

Yan Xiaodao was jealous and hated. He accidentally saw the five words "Exclusive offer of the Palace of Changsheng" engraved on the lid of the box. His heart was beaten and he said in a lost voice: "He has been to the Luoyang underground palace!"

The sword Taoist priest was shocked, stared at Li Yaoguang, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me quickly, is this gem taken from the Immortal Palace?"

Li Yaoguang said angrily: "So what? Return the gem to me quickly!"

The sword Taoist said disdainfully: "Even if you give me the gems, how long can you keep them?" As he said, the long roaring message, the roaring cave cracked the cloudstone.

Li Yaoguang was so awe-inspiring that he wanted to escape down the mountain, but Yan Xiaodao and others were reluctant to agree? After a moment of stalemate, he suddenly heard a tiger roar, and a giant white-haired tiger rushed towards him. On the tiger's back was a veteran Taoist with white hair. He wore a Taoist crown on his head, his face was thin, his eyes seemed closed, and three black beards were stored under his jaw. One palm was raised, and a string of walnut-sized skulls were tied to his belt. The invisible and deep pressure spread with the wind.

"Greetings to the master!"

The old Taoist in white robe opened his eyes slightly, and a cold light shot out, and he said lightly: "What's the matter?"

The sword Taoist bowed and said, "You are the master of the sect. This son is Li Yaoguang, a famous scholar in the Southern Tang Dynasty. He went deep into the Great Palace of the Great Life a few days ago and obtained a rare treasure."

"Oh!" The old Taoist in white robe couldn't help but widen his eyes, reached out and grabbed the emerald and stone box, looked over and over again, and said excitedly: "The Eye of the Green Devil! This is the legendary Eye of the Green Devil! It was the treasure of Wujizi back then!"

Finally, he looked at Li Yaoguang who was nervous and grinned: "Mr. Li, thank you for your generosity! I, Pang Song, have recorded this favor."

Pang Song?!Li Yaoguang is like five thunders thunder. Is it really a disaster that never happens alone? When he meets this evil master of evil Taoism, how can he survive? He whispered: "I really have no intention of offending the power of the tiger. I beg you for your life."

Pang Song said calmly: "I ask you, is there a statue of the Queen Wu Zhao in the deepest part of the underground palace?"

Li Yaoguang nodded and said, "Yes."

Pang Song laughed and said, "Great! Then you should have read the Tai Chi Eternal Life Art engraved on the wall? You just need to write that magic art and I will spare you from killing you!"

Writing the Tai Chi Eternal Life Tips?

Li Yaoguang was completely stunned. The Tai Chi Longevity Art is full of more than a thousand words, obscure and difficult to understand, and the semantics are profound. Who can remember it without saying a word? Unless it is a natural monster - for example, Fu Jingtao. Thinking of this section, his eyes lit up...
Chapter completed!