Dragon Inside

Hanshan, the holy mountain of the entire Hanshan tribe, about the origin of this mountain, even in the Hanshan tribe, few people can make it clear. There are only rumors that the first patriarch of the Hanshan tribe in that year realized the Hanshan Xingyuan scorpion on this mountain, so they had their later Hanshan tribe.

Whether this rumor is true or not, no one can say something clearly, the only thing that makes everyone clear is that this cold mountain is indeed unusual.

Its height alone is far beyond the ordinary peaks. It is full of peaks and heights, standing between the heavens and the earth, even if it is looking at the entire western wilderness, it is very rare.

What is more peculiar is that this mountain is from the bottom to the top, just like the four seasons of the year. When the foot of the mountain is surrounded by green trees, it is green and dripping. The more you go to the mountains, the more you are dying, especially in that place. At the end of the last thousand feet, it is covered with snow and ice all year round. When it looks far away, it looks like a white cloud.

At the moment on the cold mountain, the two figures are slowly moving, walking from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The two men lead the way, the leader of the Hanshan tribe, Han Zong, and the person behind him, It is a Luo Yang in a black robe!

"This mountain is a holy mountain, but it is actually a forbidden mountain. If there is no quest for the ancestors of the ancestors, even if it is me, it will not be able to take a half step."

As he walked all the way, Han Zong's face was mild, and he introduced it to Luo Yang.

"So, it is a great honour for Luo to be able to set foot on this mountain."

Luo Yang's look was as usual, smiling and opening his eyes, his eyes swept through the forest, and looked at the cold mountain called the holy mountain.

After hearing his words, Han Zong, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped and stopped. When he turned around, he bowed to Luo Yang.

"Master Luo Yang has grace in my Hanshan tribe. Of course, I am qualified to embark on this mountain. This worship of Han Mou is to thank Luo Yang for his kindness." Han Zong's look was sincere, and Shen Sheng said.

"The words of the Han family are so confused that Luo is somewhat confused. Could it be that Luo Mou escorted the money to return to the city?" Luo Yang also stopped and asked, and asked for an incomprehensible opening.

"After the cold, Lu Xun, smashed the top of the master, but the master did not care about the suspicion, willing to hand Lu Shunyi's soul blood to the hands of the deaf children, this is the great kindness to my Hanshan tribe." Han Zong's look is positive, I opened my mouth to Luo Yang.

Although the Shu Daoyi's Dan Dao technique can't be compared with Luo Yang, but how to say it is also a famous Dan teacher in the West China, if it was before they had a strong relationship with the Hanshan tribe, I was afraid that he could not keep him. .

And now that there is such a drop of soul blood, then Lu Shunyi can no longer leave the Hanshan tribe, which is equivalent to let them in the Hanshan tribe, a free Dan teacher, and the level of this Dan teacher is not low!

"I am afraid that the Han family is misunderstood. The blood of the soul is only a gift for Luo to give a thousand dollars. As for how she uses it, she decides that she should not be considered by Luo." Luo Yang smiled and shaked. Shaking his head and continuing to walk towards the mountain.

The Hanzong glimpsed a little, and after a moment of pause, he laughed and walked up. When the two talked, they came to the middle of the mountain.

"Going further to the front is the place where the ancestors of the ancestors retreat. The cold did not follow, so I asked Luo Daoyou to go alone."

Han Zong’s look apologized. After raising his hand and holding the fist, he turned and left. Only Luo Yang was alone and stepped toward the top of the mountain. After about a hundred steps, the foot was already covered with snow.

"In such a high place, there is still such a heavy snow. It seems that this cold mountain is indeed a simple place..."

After the eyes swept through the snow-covered mountains, Luo Yang’s look did not change much. He was repaired to his realm. Even if he did not run the spiritual power, it was enough to resist the cold. At this moment, he was already walking. Above the top of the mountain.

I saw that on the top of the mountain, between the white world, there was a dilapidated straw house in the cold wind. As Luoyang slowly walked in, the grass house became clearer and clearer. There is already a thick layer of white snow on the eaves.

After looking at the grass house with binocular eyes, Luo Yang’s feet did not hesitate. He walked toward the house and pushed open the crumbling wooden door. It was clear that on the straw couch of the straw house, an old man sat on the plate.

The old man is like a dry, the whole person is awkward together, and it is not too much to say that it is skinny. What surprised Luo Yang is that although the old man is already breathless, he still has a sneak peek. The dangerous atmosphere was dissipated, causing Luo Yang’s heart to vibrate.

"He is... Han Chengdao!"

Luo Yang’s face showed a thoughtful color, and his heart was still clear. This person was the Taoist priest of the Hanshan tribe. It was also the person who had saved himself from the outside of Hanshan.

It’s just that compared with the day before, the current cold road is not half-divided by the ancestral monks. It is a kind of weak breath, the fire of life will be extinguished, as if it will take less time, it will sit directly. general.

"It seems that before the Hanshan City, the distant confrontation with the dragon ancestors should be his incarnation..."

Even if he knew that this coldness would die for a long time, Luo Yang did not dare to be scornful. When his eyes slowly recovered, he held a fist.

"Boss Luo Yang, I have seen the cold ancestors!"

Luo Yang’s voice fell, and the shape of the dry coldness became a slight tremor. The sunken eyes of the sun stunned, as if it took a lot of effort to slowly open the eyes.

"You...come." When the turbid eyes swept over Luoyang, the cold voice became a weak voice.

"sit."

Just this word, it seems to have exhausted the strength of the body, but when his voice fell, the original empty room suddenly burst into a wooden chair out of the air, appeared behind Luo Yang.

Looking at the easy-to-exceive Mu Yi, Luo Yang’s eyes could not help but shrink slightly. Since he stepped into this hut, he has always been engrossed and dare not have the slightest effect, but even so, he still does not notice the slightest spiritual fluctuations.

In other words, the wooden chair was not taken out of the Qiankun bag, but was made out of thin air! !

"It’s a monk-level monk, even if it’s the present, there’s something unimaginable!”

After a secret sigh in the heart, Luo Yang still looked immobile, and nodded slightly, and did it directly on the wooden chair.

That is to say, while Luo Yang sat down, the cold eyes of the turbid road suddenly burst into a fine light!