The Dragon from Hell

The gate of Mingcang City was open, and no one checked the pass.

Because there was a barrier at the gate, the barrier could tell whether you could enter or not.

Generally speaking, Lin Quansheng had spiritual power, and he also had a special name tag from the Wuxiang Sect disciples. The barrier would let him in after sensing the name tag.

As for how ordinary people living there usually go in and out, that was not their concern.

And Qin Feng had a gold medal for executing tasks. Zhong Mengran said that the gold medal had the spiritual power of the Wuxiang Sect, and the barrier of Mingcanghai would recognize it by itself.

But before the two of them passed through the barrier, they suddenly heard a sharp shout: "Stop!"

——Swoosh!

The sound of breaking wind came, Qin Feng's eyes condensed, and he pulled Lin Quansheng, who had not yet reacted, and the two took two steps back. Just as they made way, there was a long sword where they had just stood, sticking straight into the ground, making Lin Quansheng swallow his saliva.

"This, this is..."

If he had been a little slower, the sword would have pierced him through, and his legs would have gone limp. He leaned against Qin Feng weakly: "Brother Feng, help me up, I can't stand..."

Qin Feng helped him up helplessly, but the remaining light he looked at the sword was full of fierceness.

The sword just now was mixed with spiritual power, at least at the first level of the foundation building period, and Lin Quansheng's ability could not stop it at all.

This was going to kill him, or them.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Zhang, I told you not to be so fierce, look at how scared these two guys are."

A teasing voice came from the sky, Qin Feng and the others looked up, and saw three people standing in the air, two men and one woman.

One of the men stood proudly in the middle, stepping on a big sword. He had tied hair, a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, and a serious face. He put his hands behind his back and looked down at the two of them, his eyes full of indifference and contempt.

"Come!"

He casually summoned, and the long sword stuck in the ground returned to his hand.

Seeing that it was him who drew the sword, Qin Feng's eyes instantly turned cold.

The other party looked at Qin Feng, frowning slightly, murderous intent?

He lowered his eyes to look at the hairs on the back of his hand, stunned for a moment, and then looked at Qin Feng with an even more unfriendly look.

The look in this kid's eyes made people feel uncomfortable.

The one who spoke was a young man standing on the left of the man. He stepped on a long sword with a gemstone on the hilt, hugged his two arms, and his posture was casual and lazy. The whole person's temperament was like a playboy in the world of pleasure.

And he embodied two words from head to toe: rich.

The hair crown on his head was inlaid with brilliant and exquisite spiritual crystals, and it looked like it was of high quality.

If such spiritual crystals were used for cultivation, Qin Feng had checked the prices in the town and found that he would need at least three more bags of the bag of high-quality spiritual stones that Zhong Mengran gave him.

But the bag of spiritual stones that Zhong Mengran gave him was enough for Qin Feng to live in the mountains for a year without worries.

As for Lin Quansheng, with his financial resources, he would have to save for four or five years to afford such a spiritual crystal.

So when the young man appeared, Lin Quansheng's eyes almost went straight when he looked at the equipment on his body, and the word "money-grubber" was almost written on his face.

The other female cultivator was similar to this young man, wearing a gauze skirt that shone in the sun, and was no worse than the skirt she wore when she first met Zhong Mengran.

The sword under her feet was crystal clear, and even at a distance, one could feel the chill.

However, it is far inferior to Sang Cancan's sword, but its own value is definitely extraordinary.

The three people slowly fell down, and the long swords under their feet turned into a beam of light and returned to their backs, becoming normal-sized long swords.

Only the big sword under the feet of the serious man was still large in size when it returned to his back.

The whole body of the sword was pitch black, and there were dense runes carved on it, as if something was sealed inside the big sword.

Lin Quansheng, who was just staring at the other person's hair crown, suddenly forgot that he was almost stabbed to death by a sword just now, and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Senior brothers, may I ask if you are our Wuxiang Sect's senior brothers and sisters?"

The male cultivator who looked like a playboy glanced at him and sneered: "Oh, you are not also a disciple of our Wuxiang Sect, right? Look at your shabby appearance, you should be from the Lower Three Mountains, right?"

Even though he was said to be shabby, Lin Quansheng still smiled and greeted him with a smile, looking flattering: "Yes, yes, I am just an outer disciple, naturally I can't be compared with the three seniors. Those who can be selected to guard Ming Canghai are definitely the elites of the sect! I don't expect to catch up with the footsteps of the seniors in this life. It is already a great honor to be able to personally come to Ming Canghai to admire your heroic figures.It is my honor! "

Hearing Lin Quansheng's words, Qin Feng's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. Why didn't he realize that this guy was so good at licking before?

And can't he see that these people almost killed him just now?

Facing his lackey, the three people didn't give him a good look.

The man with the heavy sword kept staring at Qin Feng, full of deterrence.

The female cultivator hadn't opened her eyes to look at them since she came down. She had been looking down and fiddling with her exquisite nails. Her delicate face seemed to have completely ignored the two of them.

After all, compared with the three monks in gorgeous clothes, the two who had been traveling for several days did look a little shabby.

Especially Lin Quansheng, the clothes he wore were not made of good material. After a few days of tossing, the shoes on his feet were all frayed, his whole body was rubbed dirty, and his hair was tangled by the wind and sand.

In comparison, the three people in front of him were like exiled immortals who fell from the sky. They were not the same picture at all.

"Oh, you flattered well. "The young man in green smiled, looking at Lin Quansheng as if he was having fun, walked over happily, looked Lin Quansheng up and down: "I saw you were scared just now, why, aren't you afraid?"

Lin Quansheng heard this and waved his hand without thinking: "How could I be afraid? At first I thought there was an enemy attack, but when I saw it was three seniors from the same sect, why should I be afraid?"

"Looking at the posture of the three of you, you must have missed just now, or you were just joking with me, how could I be afraid?"

"We are all fellow disciples, and I am here to complete the sect's mission. How could the three seniors kill each other when they saw fellow disciples? Could you have killed me just now? "

Qin Feng was somewhat speechless: He was so frightened just now that he could still flatter me, which was also a skill.

But the young man in blue smiled and squinted his eyes, approaching, and said faintly: "But what if I say that I just want to kill you?"