The original owner Su Changhe suddenly turned sideways, staring at the current Su Changhe.

Can't help laughing bitterly: "I never thought we would meet in this situation."

Now Su Changhe had complex eyes and asked, "Do you know something?"

"Maybe it's God's arrangement." The original owner Su Changhe nodded, "I believe you can create a better future for Dark River."

"Thank you."

After his sincere voice ended, Su Changhe opened his eyes and returned to the single-plank bridge again.

"Could it be that my real knot is to know where the original Su Changhe is?"

Feeling the swell of zhenqi in his body, Su Changhe slapped his big hand upwards, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a purple thunder suddenly fell, but Su Changhe held it in his palm.

At the same time, his originally red Yan Mo Qi turned black.

"The tenth floor of Yan Mo's Palm, and the Great Freedom Realm, I'm back again."

"Congratulations, everyone, for breaking through the barrier of heaven and earth and reaching the realm of a great master." Su Quan's soft and charming voice quickly rang in his ears.

"Thank you." Su Changhe smiled gratefully, and asked, "Are the people and the world I see in my heart real?"

Su Quan was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a relieved smile: "Who can tell clearly whether it's true or not, Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly?"

"As long as everyone is on the right path, are those things really important?"

Hearing this, Su Changhe nodded slightly: "Yes, I just need to stick to my own path."

After bidding farewell to Su Quan, the four of them sailed towards Cangzhou City.

They planned to inquire about some news about Shangducheng from there first, and then quietly detoured to Shangducheng from the northwest.

After arriving at the Cangzhou Inn, the storyteller inside kept telling the highlights of the duel between Miao Renfeng and Hu Yidao. Almost all the passing guests heard it brilliantly, except for the three men.

The headed foreign monk has restrained eyes, which shows that his cultivation is extremely high.

Beside him was an old man with a wretched face, a gray beard, wearing a yellow blouse, and triumphantly waving a big cattail fan with his right hand.

The last young man in brocade clothes had a dignified appearance and a noble temperament, but judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to be from the Central Plains.

"Hu Yidao and Miao Renfeng are just third-rates in the world, so there's nothing to brag about." The three of them didn't sneer at the storyteller's highlights.

"Hey, Huang Gangzhu is actually here too." Just as Su Changhe was guessing the identities of the three, Li Hanyi suddenly pointed towards the door.

A beautiful woman in a green shirt entered the inn holding a jasper bamboo stick, and behind her were more than a dozen disciples of the beggar gang.

"Qiu Qianren, why are you here?" Huang Rong was shocked when she saw the old man, "No, you are Qiu Qianzhang!"

"You fell off Iron Palm Peak that day and survived?"

Qiu Qianzhang showed a dark look in his eyes, and suddenly a puff of heat rose from his body, and he punched Huang Rong.

"Ah!" Huang Rong didn't expect this person's martial arts to rise to such a level all of a sudden, and after a little delay in reacting, a bloody hole was punched out of her shoulder.

"The Qi arrives before the fist arrives. This is the Wufang Fist of the Lei family!" Li Hanyi's beautiful eyes narrowed, and he looked at Qiu Qianzhang with an unfriendly expression.

"How do you know Leijiabao's unique skills?"

Yin Luoxia hurriedly protected Huang Rong, but she was shocked when she saw those disciples of the Beggar Clan were eager to vent their anger on the leader, they all raised their sticks to attack Qiu Qianzhang.

"Don't make a move, their identities are not simple!"

"If you want to attack my apprentice, then die!" The monk finally spoke, and then pointed out with a finger.

Nine bolts of thunder surged out from his fingertips, like ten thousand horses galloping, shaking people's eardrums and roaring, all the disciples of the Beggar Clan were thrown into the air, and they turned into charred black corpses after landing.

"Oh my god, run away." Soon the other guests and the boss in the inn all fled.

"Leimen Jinglei Finger!" Li Hanyi was shocked again, "And the proficiency is not even lower than that of Lei Yunhe and my father."

"Your father's name is Lei Mengsha." Fan Seng smiled contemptuously at her, "In terms of seniority, he should call me uncle."

"It turns out that Your Excellency is the true traitor of Leimen, the Master Leiting who has taken refuge in the Kingdom of Jin." Yin Luoxia's face changed slightly.

Qiu Qianzhang flicked his sleeve robe, and smiled cruelly at Li Hanyi and the others.

"Since you already know, let's all die!"

"Just relying on you two trash?" Li Hanyi snorted disdainfully, and the iron horse Binghe pulled out of its sheath in an instant.

Seeing a cold light coming, Qiu Qianzhang swung Wufang fists continuously, but his true energy could not resist Li Hanyi's sword energy at all, his palms were bloody and bloody in an instant, and he fell to the ground screaming again and again.

"Looking for death!" Master Lei Ting pointed out five fingers again.

Li Hanyi also swung five swords, and the entire inn was filled with raging lightning flashes, and the piercing cold snow sword energy criss-crossed.

The two exchanged hundreds of moves in an instant, but the outcome was unknown. Li Hanyi's eyebrows were furrowed into a word 'Chuan'.

"Da Xiaoyao's cultivation base, is this your confidence?"

"Second City Lord be careful, the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar were no match for him back then." Huang Rong's face was pale at the moment, and she still did not forget to remind.

"Mu Yu, don't you go up and help her?" Su Changhe in the corner asked while eating melon seeds leisurely.

"Facing an opponent of this level, she doesn't like the participation of a third person." Su Muyu and Li Hanyi have fought side by side several times, and know her temperament very well.

Su Changhe glanced at the brocade-clothed young man, and with a flash of his figure, he was within three feet of him.

Young Master Jinyi didn't expect Su Changhe to appear so quickly, he rushed to stab with his sword, but he easily grasped it with two fingers, and then patted his shoulder with a black misty palm.

"Ah~" Young Master Jin Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, curled up on the ground and kept rolling, he felt that the true energy in his body rushed towards his limbs uncontrollably, as if to tear his whole body apart.

"Let go of our fourth prince." When Master Lei Ting was distracted, he couldn't dodge and got Li Hanyi's sword in the shoulder.

"It seems that your status is not low." Su Changhe smiled, took out a pill from his bosom and gave it to Young Master Jinyi.

When his face improved, Su Changhe immediately used the method of moving the soul on him.

"What's your name, and what's the purpose of coming here?"

"My name is Wanyan Hongjie, and I'm here to find the location of King Chuang's treasure." Young Master Jinyi replied truthfully.

Su Changhe couldn't help shaking his mouth. Aren't Wanyan Hongjie and Master Lei Ting the original characters of the TV series "Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar", why did they also come to this world?

"After I find that location, I will lure the emperor's brother Wanyan Liang to come here to die." Soon Wanyan Hongjie's words brought Su Chang back to his senses.

"According to your opinion, the risk of breaking into the king's treasure is very high?" Su Changhe suddenly became interested.

"Keep your voice down when you tell me."

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