Looking at the man with a cold air all over, Yang Fanhai felt even colder, and waves of cold sweat surged out from his body.

He was surprised not that there were people here, but because before he came in, he could not feel any breath of this person. What kind of method is this to block the breath to this level.

My spiritual consciousness is already pretty good, and it is also in the sub-saint realm, but at this time I can't find this person at all. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that there was someone here. Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I felt that I had hallucinations, but there was actually no one here.

Although the young man sat cross-legged, he did not enter the tone of breath. At this time, his hands were gently urging, and a wisp of cold air was dancing like smoke. It was clearly frozen, but it looked like a flame elf, and it was unpredictable.

It does not have the arrogant and sharp aura as arrogant as other strong men, but it can make Yang Fanhai feel a sense of return to the essence of Taoist ancestors. This is not an effect that ordinary people can interpret, and even the Immortal King cannot.

Who is this young man, why is he here, what kind of cultivation is he, and what does he want to do?

In an instant, countless thoughts arose in Yang Fanhai's mind, which was unsolvable. What's even more strange is that the young man must have known about the arrival, but it seemed as if he had not heard of it, and he had no intention of seeing it at all. He could even feel that his arrival did not affect the other party at all.

Yang Fanhai did not dare to step forward, and he felt a great danger from this person. It was not that the other party would be willing to be unfavorable to him, but like a little beast seeing a tiger. Even if the tiger was dozing at the moment, it would make the little beast frightened and find a way to escape.

However, under the oppression of the other party's power, Yang Fanhai did not dare to run at will. He just stood there stiffly, feeling like observing his words and expressions. After looking for a long time, he felt that the other party was indeed not paying attention to him, so he stepped out step by step.

After not seeing the man, he finally breathed a lot of relief. If possible, he wanted to leave now, but he had a task on him. According to what Liu Fei said, he could only hope for this man and had no choice but to stay.

Frightened in his heart, he did not dare to get too close. Yang Fanhai found a stone about a thousand meters away from the thatched cottage and sat down, sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing. At this moment, he could not do anything, so he could only suppress his mind and wait.

The young man was in the thatched cottage and didn't know whether he was practicing martial arts or other things. He didn't come out and did not move any other things. Every day was like a stone.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and day and night alternates. After half a month, I finally saw the young man walking out of the thatched cottage. Without taking a look or making any stop, he walked straight towards the mountain.

I was afraid I was about to enter the mountain... Yang Fanhai thought to himself, and hurriedly got up and followed the man and walked towards the mountain.

With the other party's cultivation level, it is impossible for him to be unable to find himself, but he doesn't know whether he is a skilled person or a too cold-hearted person. This person does not take himself seriously at all and just walks step by step in front of him.

At first, he was a thousand meters behind and was worried that he would accidentally lose him. Yang Fanhai quickly walked forward and walked a hundred meters away. After walking for a while, he felt that it was still inappropriate, and he walked another ten meters away.

When he was almost at the foot of the mountain, he saw the clouds and mist and was worried about something unexpected. The young man had no intention of warning. Yang Fanhai hurriedly increased his speed and followed up again, less than one meter behind.

As Liu Fei said, as long as he doesn't ask questions or interfere, the young man will not be able to do anything to him. The vigilance in his heart is getting lighter and lighter. As he walked, he simply fell behind the man two steps and almost ran side by side.

Zhongnan Mountain is the mountain where the human race originated. As Liu Fei said, there should be countless restrictions in the mountains, which are strange and mysterious. Yang Fanhai doesn’t know the specific details, but I believe that if there is no method, I will definitely not be able to enter.

However, the young man didn't know whether he knew the method or because he was too strong, the restrictions were of no use to him. Seeing that he was strode forward, it seemed that there was no structure, but it did not attract any reaction from the mountain.

Yang Fanhai followed him all the way forward, with more and more clouds and smoke, and the air was solemn. Although he did not feel any formation or reaction of heaven and earth's vitality, he also felt as if he had entered a mud, which made it extremely inconvenient to move.

But the young man looked as relaxed as if he was walking in the garden, and he had not been affected at all.

As he walked along the way, he could hardly see the surroundings in the clouds and mist. The restriction here was strong, and even his spiritual sense could not be explored. Except for vaguely seeing the figure of the young man, he suddenly seemed like a blind man.

In a hazy state, it seemed that it had reached the entrance of a valley. For some reason, Yang Fanhai suddenly remembered the Yunwu Valley in Panshan, which was also like this. If he did not understand the law, he would probably never be able to enter it for the rest of his life.

Panshan, Yunwu Valley... The methods here seem to be exactly the same as Master Feng's. It should be the same person... It was just as suspicious that he suddenly was shocked and found that his own trance was lost to others.

Oops... Yang Fanhai felt panicked and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He was too negligent. Liufei said that he was a demon clan and it was not convenient to enter the mountain of origin of this human clan. In other words, he didn't know the situation at all, so it's no wonder he couldn't send him in.

He might have only learned from Nuwa that this young man would enter the mountains regularly, so he came up with such an idea for himself. He was also in a hurry to seek medical treatment and believed in his method so easily.

"Senior, senior, wait for me! Where are you?"

Yang Fanhai shouted loudly, not knowing what the young man was, but he would just say that he would be a senior. With that man's cold personality, he was afraid he would not respond, but there was no other way.

As expected, the man made a little response, as if a stone had been thrown into the water, without any information.

Yang Fanhai had no choice but to take a breath and plucked up the courage to walk in by himself. He knew that if there was no way, he would not be able to walk in, but at this moment he could only treat the dead horse as a living horse.

Walking around in the thick fog, it seemed that I had stepped on something, and it seemed that I had kicked something. I bent down but couldn't touch anything. Yang Fanhai walked for a long time, but although he was not afraid, he was a little panicked. What's more important is that he couldn't walk into Zhongnan Mountain, but... he didn't know how to get out.

After walking in a daze for most of the day, he had no idea. Just when Yang Fanhai was at a loss, he suddenly heard a sound of flute coming, which was far and deep.

Although he didn't understand the musical rhythm, he could also hear that the instruments of the flute player were already extraordinary. Even people like him felt like they were wrapped up by a cotton rope, tied in it and could not break free, and could not bear to break free. Especially after listening carefully for a while, they even felt obsessed.

The lingering sound lingers on the beams, and it lasts for three days. I am obsessed with it and can't stop. I often hear these words used by others to describe music. Yang Fanhai didn't believe it before. He had also heard Princess Jinglu play the seven-stringed lyre. It felt that it was a rare time to hear it in the world, but it was far from as specific as the legend.

But at this time, the flute sound really takes responsibility for the description of this sentence, which makes Yang Fanhai feel the urge to listen to it for the rest of his life.

After listening to it for a long time, Yang Fanhai couldn't help but follow the direction of the flute sound. Step by step, it was like being pulled by a thin rope, wandering around.

I was intoxicated by the mountains and the darkness of the willows and flowers, and there was another village. Following the sound of the flute, I seemed to hear the sound of the wind and horses in the northern wasteland again... Suddenly, I suddenly became clear and my soul shook. When I looked closely, I found that there was a young man in a Confucian shirt standing in front of me.

He held a red flute in his hand, which looked like jade, but when he looked closely, it was made of coral. This man had a very similar temperament to that cold man, but the difference was that he had a smile on his face, which made people feel warm in his heart.

There was no fog in front of me, the sun was shining brightly, and the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. Just like a winding mountain, after walking through the fog and entering the cave, everything suddenly became clear. When I looked back, there was a forest behind me, growing on the hillside, and it turned out that I had already walked out of the forbidden formation.

I suddenly realized it in my heart, and suddenly came to my senses, and hurriedly bowed to the man in front of me: "Thank you for your help for me, senior."

This man was definitely not playing the flute here for nothing, especially the sound of the flute still led him forward, and undoubtedly helped him get out.

The man holding the flute smiled and shook his head: "No need to thank me, it's a simple task."

Yang Fanhai looked back at his back and asked in confusion: "I don't understand anything. With the strength of all seniors, there is no need to impose this ban, so why do you do this?"

A long time ago, he was also so confused about Master Feng. Later, he realized that Master Feng was not afraid of danger, but just didn't want to be troublesome.

But Zhongnan Mountain is already secret, so you can only come in from the Wa Palace. Ordinary people can't get in at all. The restrictions here are really unnecessary.

The man holding the flute smiled and shook his head. Before he could speak, a man suddenly rushed out from the side and grinned: "This is not for protecting us, but for someone to keep us."

"Take you..."

Yang Fanhai was shocked. The man who rushed out of his eyes looked careless and ungrateful, and also had a terrifying aura. Although these two people and the ice man could not feel the aura, they felt that they were definitely stronger than the Immortal King.

It is unimaginable that someone is coming to lock them up. What's even more strange is that these two people don't seem to be angry about this.

"Don't listen to him, it's not a big deal..." The man holding the flute smiled: "It's just helping us cover up something."

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Another man suddenly shouted excitedly: "That amnesia guy is here again, let's see if I won't beat him to death today."
Chapter completed!