The passage is winding. The more you go forward, the shorter and narrower the passage, so that at the end, you can only climb through parallel and slowly.

Suddenly, Xiuxiu's scream came from the front. Feng Qingcheng couldn't care about anything anymore and hurriedly crawled away.

Just as a ray of light caught her eyes, she instinctively closed her eyes, and at the same time she clearly felt a coldness touching the back of her head.

Feng Qingcheng is very familiar with this cold aura.

Before her eyes were opened, her arms were already held back by someone and she was picked up directly. In addition to the coldness on the back of her head, she was also blocked by someone with a sword at her heart.

His eyes slowly opened, and a pretty face fell into his eyes.

The woman was eighteen or nineteen years old, with dark eyebrows and apricot eyes. Although she was wearing coarse cloth clothes, it was difficult to hide her freshness and elegance. She was just a pair of ink-stained pupils with an inconsistent coldness.

Beside her were several young men holding swords. One of them was holding Xiuxiu's arm tightly and covering her mouth with one hand.

The woman's sword blade proudly raised Feng Qingcheng's jaw and looked up and down: "Who are you?"

"No. 97..."

The woman stared at her arm: "How come you are here?"

"I want to know too..."

Feng Qingcheng looked at the woman in front of him coldly and said, "Who are you? Are you the ones who supervise us? But looking at your clothes, it seems to be a little different from the ancient tribe's dress tradition..."

"Do you know the ancient clan?" The woman was slightly surprised in her eyes, and then she withdrew her sword and looked back: "You continue to stay here, I will take them to see the elders..."

...

When he turned to the foot of the mountain, Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly became clear, and countless thatched huts were scattered on the wide fields.

People either work in the fields, wash clothes by the stream, or cook with fire. The children's playful sounds are unaware of them, and they are often mixed with the shouts of adults.

I guess it is like a paradise, life is endless and life is endless.

It seemed that I had been informed a long time ago. At the end of the path, a group of people surrounded an old man in gray clothes, waiting quietly there.

The woman's sword blade never left Feng Qingcheng's neck from beginning to end. When she approached the old man, she suddenly kicked her back knee.

"Kneel down..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes turned cold, and his slightly bent knees had a stubborn force. He turned his wrists around and avoided the woman's long sword and held it with his backhand. The sword edge was already under the woman's neck.

His eyes glanced sideways, his lips opened coldly: "Girl, don't bully people too much..."

The people around the old man shouted in unison, and the sword blade flashed with a cold light and suddenly came out of the sheath.

"stop……"

The old man shouted loudly: "Get back down."

Feng Qingcheng had a bright wrist, and the long sword had already flew out of his hand. With a "clang", he pierced straight into a big tree in the distance and directly penetrated into the hilt of the sword.

The old man's eyes trembled very clearly, and then he laughed and said, "I just said that those who can enter here are all people with some unique skills... but a girl who is young and has such skills is the first one..."
Chapter completed!