In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 207 Because, This Is Your Cemetery! (one more)
Chen Ce's brows were soft, and there was a serious look in his eyes.

Ruyu's white palm gently opened, and thousands of streams of light overflowed.

Exquisite and clear, the green and jade-like picture scroll blooms at the fingertips.

The style and features of the six counties in the south of the Yangtze River are all present in Chen Xiu's eyes at this moment.

Countless mottled breaths, the finless porpoise in front of the dragon gate, flicker on the scroll.

Vaguely, Chen Xiu could even feel the icy breath soaring into the sky.

Or fierce, or cold;
Or holy as Buddhism, or as cold as Jiuyou!

Chen Ce's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke slowly: "The Red Cliff War in the past was famous all over the world. Now that the Red Cliff Altar is about to be opened, in the huge Jiangnan mansion, I don't know how many people from all over the world have come."

"The right way, the evil way, the devil way, and even the royal family, fish and dragons are mixed."

Wang Boyan fiddled with his fingers, and said calmly: "At present, based on the information I have collected, Princess Qinghe lives in Huainan Bofu; One of the holy sons of the Wusheng Sect has come; the Qianqiu Heroes Association, a certain son of the Qiu family has set foot in the south of the Yangtze River."

While speaking, he slowly raised his head, his deep eyes fell on Chen Xiu, and said with deep meaning: "Brother Chen, your killing intent is a bit heavy!"

An inexplicable coldness shrouded the pavilions.

At this moment, Chen Xiu's face was frosty, and his whole body was covered with a terrifying and fierce look.

"Yes, the enemy is coming. I can't control some of them. I hope Brother Wang will forgive me."

A deep voice sounded, and Chen Xiu's violet-like pupils were filled with bright red.

"A Thousand Years of Heroes?"

Xie An's eyes moved slightly, revealing a bit of calculation.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, and he said softly: "Brother Chen, it seems that you have an enmity with them. As a friend, I would like to ask, do you need the Xie family's help?"

In the words, there was a bit of playfulness on his handsome face: "Of course, if something happens, you will take full responsibility."

Ji Wuqing's eyes froze suddenly.

He noticed something.

The help Xie An mentioned was not from himself, but from the Xie family!

This is not meant to be.

Today's Chen Xiu has the capital to let the world's top forces make a move?
Ji Wuqing took a deep breath, clenched his fists slowly, and muttered to himself: "You have to work hard. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to be surpassed by the former juniors?"

Chen Xiu grinned, showing a bit of seriousness: "I promise you."

"Then I'll send my disciples to track down the Qianqiu Heroes Association." Wang Boyan was about to wave his hands, and a messy counting plan spread out on the table.

"give it to me."

Chen Wu stood up slowly, with an extra tortoise shell in his hand.

Ancient and long-standing, there are numbers of Yin and Yang and five elements in the world, and there are mottled black and white spots like stars.

From a distance, it looks like a book.

"rise!"

Chen Wu spoke softly,
The tortoise shell floats in the air, and wherever it is shrouded, it seems to disappear from the world at this moment.

Even though Chen Wu's aura could be felt, no one saw his figure, as if he was fleeing between heaven and earth.

Chen Ce stood up suddenly, his wide-open pupils were full of shock: "The supreme treasure of Confucianism, Luoshu! This is an unrivaled magic weapon! It's in your hands?"

This treasure of Confucianism is enough to be called the top among the vast rivers and lakes!

But now, it actually appeared in the hands of a King Kong warrior.

"If I don't wake it up, Confucianism will let it continue to sleep!" Chen Wu spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the counting chip in his hand, there are countless mottled pictures emerging.

In the end, it was fixed in a small courtyard.

Jiangnan Bieyuan.

Qiu Hanye clutched her chest, her face was somewhat pale.

For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely depressed!
It seems to come from the depths of the soul!
"My lord, here is your letter."

The old man in a messy robe and long sleeves raised his hands.

"Hehehe, it's actually a letter from Mr. Chen San."

Qiu Hanye smiled somewhat complacently: "Invite me to discuss the matter of the Red Cliff Altar! Sure enough, even the emperors of the former dynasty and the current Nanchen royal family have to respect my Qianqiu Heroes Association." Three points."

The old man chuckled: "Among the five factions in the world, I am now the hero of Qianqiu. Although the Nanchen royal family is the top family in the world, their status is special after all. It is normal to want to curry favor with us."

There was a bit of light in Qiu Hanye's eyes, and he suddenly said: "Uncle Qiu, tell me. If I can get the friendship of the Nanchen royal family, in the eyes of my father, can I suppress that elder brother?"

There was a bit of inexplicable mockery in his voice: "After all, when he finished fishing, there was a big problem. Father did not hesitate to do it himself, and even used the Black Dragon Town Tianyin to make his'fish' Ran."

"The matter of fishing is even more exposed to the eyes of the supreme being who protects the 'fish'. Now, if I can reach a cooperation with the Nanchen royal family, it will be the same as the other."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but rushed out of the courtyard gate.

In front of the door, there is already a rather exquisite four-horse carriage waiting.

"Hehehe, Mr. Chen San is quite a man. He even thought about the carriage." Qiu Hanye's smile became brighter and brighter.

The royal family of Nanchen treats you so kindly.

That's the treatment that even his eldest brother doesn't have.

The only thing that made him a little uncomfortable.

The guy driving the vehicle is as tall as mighty, and his appearance is impressive.

On his back, there was actually an extremely dark heavy knife.

From his knowledge, the quality of this weapon is definitely not low.

It is even possible that it is Baobing!
Qiu Hanye stepped into the carriage, and the old man accompanied him into the seat.

The low sound of wheel drive sounded.

"Uncle Qiu, what do you think I should do with Young Master Chen?"

Qiu Hanye was opening his mouth, but he caught a glimpse of the seriousness in Qiu Bo's eyes.

He trembled involuntarily.

Only then did he notice.

At this moment, the lonely carriage is driving among the quiet trails, with only old trees standing on both sides.

It looks like a remote place.

It was extremely quiet.

"Your Excellency, what is this place?" Qiubo asked coldly, his pale beard fluttering in the wind.

A slightly frivolous voice sounded: "Good place!"

"Mr. Chen, I'm waiting for the two places."

As he spoke, he reined in his horse slightly, as an invitation.

Qiu Hanye gently got out of the car.

What caught my eye was a handsome figure in a big fur coat.

"Master Chen San, I dare to ask Your Excellency. What is this place?"

The old man's eyes were full of vigilance.

He could feel the dead silence that filled the forest.

Here, it is actually a mass grave!

He really couldn't understand why the disciples of the dignified Nanchen royal family chose to meet their young master here.

"Because this is your cemetery!"

A deep and cold voice sounded, and violent thunder exploded behind him!

(End of this chapter)