The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

"Master Xu..."

The knight shook his head slightly: "This old man has a bad temper, we'd better not deal with him."

"The temple, the place, the ranks, the rivers and lakes. This old man has hurt the interests of too many people. It's okay to be in the temple, let it go somewhere, hehehe..."

Yuan Jingying squinted Danfeng's eyes slightly:

"Our opponent is still the mad woman from Jin Yiwei... It's getting late, let's talk about it when we enter the city."

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"Armored to be sharp and orderly. Those people are from the military?! They came here because of the rebellion of the Liansheng Sect? Or..."

In the carriage, Yang Prison was still guessing the identity of the group.

At a glance, he felt a lot of threat. The knight at the head was probably much better than Yuchilong in martial arts.

The latter never made him feel such a strong threat even when it was a decisive blow.

"Master Yang..."

Outside the carriage, there was a begging voice: "Do well, hurry up? Otherwise, if we're here, I'm afraid we'll have to sleep in the wilderness..."

In the snow, several thieves and prisoners with only single clothes were complaining.

After the warriors changed blood, they were able to resist the cold and heat to a certain extent, but they were dissipated and wore pipa bones.

It's better in the daytime, but if you sleep outdoors at night, I'm afraid it will freeze to death.

"Yeah, Master Yang. You just lie down, we will lead the horses for you, and we will never let you get tired."

At sunset, several prisoners felt the coolness.

Guan Shanshui only snorted coldly and closed his eyes.

Although he is not proficient in cross-training martial arts, but in the end, he has exchanged blood five times, even if he can't raise his inner qi, he is not afraid of this coolness.

"What? Do you still want to live in an inn or restaurant?"

Opening the curtain, Yang Yu sneered.

The Liansheng Rebellion lasted all night, and there were fights everywhere. Those who could commit a lot of **** crimes and have not been killed, these people are naturally not fuel-efficient lamps.

All of them have changed their blood, and the two driving the car have changed their blood for the second time.

"Even if it's even a broken temple."

Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the car, also begged: "Don't hide it from your lord, we still have some goods outside this city, and I hope you will give it all to your lord..."

"Yes, I also have a manor, and I am also willing to offer it with both hands."

The rest of the prisoners also pleaded.

They were really scared.

This 'Yang Choutou' had a wicked heart, and he killed people in one night, and some of them had seen it before.

For fear that he would really freeze himself in the wild.

"Are you bribing me?"

Yang Yu squeezed his chin, a little playful:

"Daming's laws are strict, and if you accept bribes, you can be executed. You have all reached this stage, and you still want to drag me into the water?"

"How dare you frame the adults, I really can't stand it."

Several prisoners called out.

"Before it gets dark, you must stop."

Yang Yu glanced at Guan Shanshui lightly and lowered the curtain.

He didn't feel pity for these scumbags, but he himself didn't like sleeping in the wilderness.

The prisoners who got permission immediately cheered up. The two people in front of the car accelerated their horses, and the prisoners in the back didn't dare to fall behind half a step.

In the wind-blown car curtain, they could vaguely see the large and exaggerated steel bow.

Yang Prison left Montenegro with only one bow, twelve arrows, half a pig-killing knife, a few gold and silver notes, and a few taels of broken silver.

The rest are dry food and medicinal materials. Of course, the most numerous ones are various types of 'iron broad beans'.

It wasn't like he didn't do anything in the days before he left Montenegro.

What should be taken, he will not be less at all.

call!

Swallowing the iron broad beans, Yang Yu closed his eyes, urging his inner qi to travel around his body, gradually promoting the progress of iron crotch kung fu.

The formation of the ribs and tendons not only brings about the transformation of the body, but also brings huge pressure.

However, it was this oppression that made his foreign martial arts progress much faster than before.

hum~

With a dual purpose, the inner qi wandered, and Yang prison also entered the cauldron of gluttony.

More than 30 pieces of ingredients of various types were hit by the purple-gold light, and Yang Yu reached out and held the purple-gold swallowing evil gourd in his hand.

These days, he plays with this gourd for a long time almost every day, trying to get something from it.

It is a pity that although this gourd is called 'Dao Fruit' by the madmen taught by Liansheng, it is blank inside and out, and there is nothing left by the predecessors at all.

Not even the slightest trace of artificial carving.

It's just like the rumors say 'the convergence of heaven and earth' and 'not the polishing of the day after tomorrow'.

"There is a treasure mountain in the air, but it is blocked from the door."

After looking back and forth for a long time, Yang Yu sighed and let go of the treasure gourd.

Turned to another recipe.

Nine bulls and two tigers in refining.

"According to those books, the so-called magical power is the power that can be obtained after the achievement of 'Dao Guo' refining 'rank'...

This King Zhao of the West Palace also has a Dao Fruit? "

Yang prison guessed.

After getting the gods, the recipe does not disappear, or in other words, once the recipe is obtained, it will not disappear.

"I still have three chances to enter Liuji Mountain... Once it is exhausted, I need to refill eleven ingredients before it can be opened again."

Yang Yu murmured in his heart, a little eager to try.

What is your current level in that battle?

Can you fight against the King Zhao of the West Palace?

Glancing at dozens of ingredients, Yang Yu was convinced that it was just a single ingredient, it would be a waste.

hum~

Following his thoughts, the recipe of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers shined brightly, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Yu entered the familiar battlefield of Liuji Mountain.

The setting sun is like blood, and the flags are hunting.

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Whoosh!

In the cold wind, the carriage galloped down the uneven official road.

A group of prisoners stepped on the snow, sweating profusely, panting rapidly, and seeing the darkness, their hearts were all a little anxious.

Suddenly, a person seems to see something:

"Fire, there is fire!"

At this time, it was already dark, and although the fire was weak, it was very conspicuous, and everyone was excited.

"call!"

In the carriage, Yang Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This time, he was not as lucky as before. He directly entered the death camp. The first time the horn sounded, thousands of troops rushed to trample.

There was a wave of fire, which was much faster than the last death, and there was no shadow of the King Zhao of the West Palace.

"Firelight?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Yang Yu lifted the curtain of the car and glanced at it, frowned slightly and then stopped everyone:

"Stop!"

"Sorry~"

Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the car, did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly pulled the horses.

"Master Yang?"

The prisoners looked at him eagerly.

"Rest on the spot, and hurry up tomorrow morning."

Ignoring the pleas of the prisoners, Yang Prison tethered his horse to a tree beside the road, swept out a snow-free space with his sleeves, and sat down with his knees crossed.

Everyone was dissatisfied, but they dared to object, so they could only pick up some dry wood and set off a fire.

Night God, the cold is getting heavier.

The faces of all the prisoners were ashen, and they had to hug each other close to the fire. Although they felt better, they didn't even think about sleeping.

"Yang Prison..."

Guan Shanshui's eyelids twitched wildly as he was locked in the prison van and let the cold wind blow.

With his physique, a cold storm may not cause an accident overnight, but this is by no means a pleasant thing.

"Zhao Jiu, distribute the dry food."

Yang Yu gave an order.

"Okay, Master Yang."

Zhao Jiu responded in a hurry, took out a dozen dry biscuits from the carriage, hesitated for a while, and put back two.

First, he gave Yang Prison two, one for himself and Jiang, and one for the rest of the prisoners.

Although the prisoners were dissatisfied, they did not dare to say a word.

As for the messy Guan Shanshui in the cold wind, everyone tacitly forgot about him.

"call!"

Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth bitterly, took a deep breath of cold air, and closed his eyes.

What if you don't eat a meal?

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crackling~

Wet wood exploded in the fire.

Under the shaky firelight, the faces of the people in Tiejianmen were quite ugly.

"Shouldn't be..."

The eight-character Hushan bandit slumped to the ground in embarrassment, his expression sluggish.

"Dog thing, this is the only way you said?"

A young man glared at him with a sword, his tone was not good.

"Yongyan, keep silent!"

The black beard and hair are all white on one side, and the old man with god-like eyes scolded in a deep voice:

"If you go to Qingzhou, if you don't take this road, you have to take the January Mountain Road! Just wait quietly, I believe this friend will not want to play tricks on this old man!"

"My uncle said yes."

Shi Yongyan was silent.

This old man was named Yan Jinglue, and he was nearly ninety years old.

Fifty years ago, he participated in the battle of Liuji Mountain, and he was the number one figure in Shunde Mansion.

"The people in the door are all scattered?"

Yan Jing asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Hui has been scattered all over the place, and the mountain gate has also been set on fire..."

When he replied, he felt resentful:

"After a fire, our Tiejianmen disappeared into the boundary of Shunde House..."

"If the people are there, they will be there. If you don't take the initiative to abandon the mountain, and wait for the six doors and Jin Yiwei to find the door, you will not be able to leave if you want to."

Yan Jing sighed slightly:

"You guys, take the imperial court too lightly..."

"Uncle Shi, look, is there a fire there?"

Shi Yongyan turned his head inadvertently, and saw a fire in the distance.

After his reminder, the rest of the people also saw the fire, and their spirits were shocked.

"good."

Yan Jinglue frowned slightly.

His eyes suddenly lit up in the night, and after a while, he stood up:

"Shanshui is there, let's go."

"Yes!"

The Tiejianmen people stood up one after another.

Shi Yongyan glanced at the mustache who was sitting on the ground, frowning slightly: "This person?"

"It's just a mountain bandit, you can kill it."

Yan Jing didn't even look at it, he flicked his fingers, and a mass of energy was shot out, UU reading www. The moustache complexion of uukanshu.com changed greatly, but he didn't have time to react, and he was beaten to death.

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Under the firelight, Yang Prison swallowed the iron broad beans one by one, and strands of heat spread from his internal organs to his whole body, warming up several arrow wounds.

In the numbness, he flicked the pig-killing knife, and the buzzing sound rang far away in the night:

"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

"Who?!"

All the prisoners turned pale with fright, and while looking left and right, they heard bursts of heroic laughter like Huang Zhong Dalu:

"Hahaha! As expected of the recently famous 'Yang Cutou', knowing that the old man came, not only did he not run away, but he dared to wait, but it made the old man have to admire you!"

"Master Yan!"

Inside the prison car, Guan Shanshui was excited, and the shackles on his body rattled.

"I heard that there was a fire at Tiejianmen, and people went to the mountains a few days ago. Wei Shi's guess is right, you are indeed planning to rob prisoners."

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, looking at the old man who looked like a lion:

"I didn't expect that you would come in person."

The person who witnessed the battle of Liuji Mountain was famous fifty years ago, and he naturally heard the name of Yan Jinglue.

However, he disappeared 20 years ago, and it is suspected that his blood has plummeted, and he is afraid that the enemy will seek revenge and hide.

But I didn't expect that this old guy would come to rob the prisoner in person.

"Since you know who the old man is, you will save the old man's words."

At a distance of ten feet, Yan Jing held his sword slightly and said lightly:

"Yang Xiaoyou, looking at the old man's thin face, how about letting my nephew survive? If you are willing to sell your face, Tiejianmen will definitely honor your friendship."

"Thin noodles? No no no..."

Yang Yu wiped the blade gently, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"According to Yang, your face is not inferior to the city wall!"