The Eagle Ridge is towering at the sky, the mountains are steep, and the snow at the highest point does not melt all year round. Eagles can be seen spreading their wings across the sky at all times. At the foot of the mountain, the snow water gathers to form a cold pond, and the shore is covered with shrubs and grass. It was once a paradise shared by nearby beasts.

In just a few days, hundreds of teams gathered from all directions, like streams pouring into lakes, breaking the tranquility of the mountains. They cut down trees, built simple warehouses and wooden platforms; dug trenches and canals, and led the pool water to low-lying areas; hunted birds and beasts everywhere, boasting about the prey they captured. Now the appearance of the Divine Eagle Ridge has been completely changed, with thousands of people mixed together, and the sky is about to collapse.

Along the south bank of the pool, a huge open-air market was spontaneously formed, from crystal stones to ambergris, from jewelry to silk, from porcelain to famous calligraphy and paintings, from ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum to all kinds of elixirs, and there were all kinds of elixirs. Some other forces were unique and specially launched female slaves of fine wine to sellers. The price was high but very popular.

Early in the morning, a mighty team came from the northeast. The first thing that jumped into my eyes was a colorful gold-edged banner nearly two meters high, embroidered with the word "wind and thunder", which was swept in the wind, full of momentum. Behind the banner were two rows of burly men wearing half-body black armor, red scarves, and cross-backed steel knives. They were as cold and hard as rocks, and they showed a solemn and murderous aura in their every move. At first glance, they were tough characters who were not easy to mess with. Those who fell to the end were more than a dozen powerful masters, all of whom were stubborn and their eyes were as bright as cold electricity.

"It's Fenglei Fortress!" "Cai Jinge is here!" "He indeed invited Gao Chengmin to help the punch!"

Everyone whispered to each other, and watched Fenglei Castle approaching in awe. It was no secret that Cai Jinge wanted to compete for the leader. Now all the elites in the castle were out, and there were Lingbo Pavilion experts accompanying him, which clearly wanted to convince people with their strength and overwhelm other potential competitors.

Cai Jinge has a strong figure, a wide mouth, lion's nose, and a distinct scar on his face and arms. When he walks, he is like a tiger patrolling a mountain. He is a wild hero who fights his life all by blood and starts from scratch. He belongs to a overlord on the Qinling Road, and greets him wherever he passes. No matter who the other party is, Cai Jinge can at most hold his fists and greet him, but he refuses to stop and greet him for a moment.

There were six masters of Lingbo Pavilion who were several steps behind him, all of whom were young men and women, dressed brightly and had excellent appearance. Among them, Gao Chengmin was handsome, had a slanted nose, had a slanted eyebrows and a slanted hair, and was clasped by a wooden hairpin. He was a long purple shark-skinned sword with a slanted back. Looking at Cai Jinge's majestic back, his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

A tall beauty beside him sent a voice transmission: "Senior brother, Cai Jinge is arrogant and rude, which is not conducive to the dispute between the leader! Do you want to remind him?" She had a light face, revealing her noble and fair forehead and a pair of star-like eyes, with a remarkable look, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

Gao Chengmin shook his head slightly and said in the same voice: "Cai Jinge thinks he is sure to win and can't listen to me."

The beauty with a white gauze snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After the Fenglei Fortress, major forces such as Ghost Soldier Valley, Dragon King Ridge, Rooster Village, Crying Demon Ridge, Qingmu Villa, Panshan Eighteen Alliance and other places arrived one after another, and many well-known strong men appeared one by one, arousing waves of heated discussions.

The incident of a fire burning in Longwangling was widely circulated, but Xie Buzhou was not afraid of ridicule and ridicule, and still brought dozens of swordsmen to the meeting as scheduled. They all wore white clouds, white pants and white shoes to show mourning and tribute to the deceased, which won the sympathy of everyone and greatly reduced the criticism.

Just after noon, the sun was shining brightly. Suddenly, a noisy wave of sound gradually became louder from far to near: "The little devil is here! The little devil is here!"

The three words "Little Demon King" seem to have special magic power, which immediately changed everyone's expressions. They subconsciously covered their wallets and put away their packages, panicking like avoiding the plague god.

"Who is the little devil?" Famous masters such as Cai Jinge and Gao Chengmin were confused. After asking about their names, some showed joy, some sneered, some sneered, and some were eager to try. An invisible storm was quietly brewing.

I saw dozens of blood-colored flags coming out of the distance, flying high in the wind, and the pomp was ten times greater than that of Fenglei Fortress. Then a huge team of hundreds of people gradually showed the whole picture. The crowd continued for several miles, with drums and drums and fireworks rising. Almost everyone had nostrils facing the sky and swaying to occupy the road. The momentum was quite scary. But when you looked closely, you found that the formation was loose, the clothing and weapons were mixed, which was no different from a plate of loose sand.

The large group of people approached the foot of the mountain, and I don’t know who arranged the command. The men suddenly shouted in unison: “The little devil roared proudly in the world!” “The little devil wise and powerful!” The shouts went higher and higher, resounding throughout the temporary camp.

The cries were like thunder, causing a stir. The lively market quickly became quiet, and countless eyes looked at the mob, which was meaningful.

But the men did not have a trace of awareness, and they strided wide as if they were being reviewed.

Suddenly, a man with one-eyed eagle nose leaped and landed at the center of the road. He drew his sword in his hand and looked coldly at the noisy crowd, without any intention of avoiding it.

To face hundreds of warriors alone, it requires the will and courage of tenacity as strong as steel.

What's more, there is a little devil in his opponent who is scared to talk about!

"Look, it's a one-eyed owl!" "The show is about to begin!" "No, it's a man!" The one-eyed owl Zhan Lie is a thief in the Qinling Mountains. He is known for his cruelty and cunning. He had a very poor reputation, but he dared to stand up and go against the little devil, and immediately got cheers.

"Huh!"

The road ahead was blocked, and the entire team had to stop moving. The men responsible for shaking the flag and leading the way were unhappy. They relied on the large number of people and shouted: "Bastard, get out of here!" "A good dog won't block the way!"

Zhan Lie spat, raised the tip of the knife and said, "A young man who is ignorant of the world, a group of ignorant of the world who are ignorant of the world! I have put my words here today. No matter who wants to go over, I have to ask whether my knife agrees first!"

The men naturally knew Zhan Lie’s notoriety and shouted, “Zhan Lie, have you ever thought about the consequences when you force yourself to provoke our young master? Aren’t you afraid that Lord Blood Demon King will be angry?”

Zhan Lie sneered: "The Blood Demon King Wu Li is dead, why am I afraid of?"

What? Wu Li is dead?!

This news was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, trembling everyone's eardrums. The huge team instantly fell into death silence, and the needles could be heard.

Zhan Lie said in a deep voice: "The Demon Seal Valley was opened a few days ago. Wu Li tried to enter the valley to secretly learn magic skills, but was killed by the Demon Lord Xiao Hen! Haha, he lost the halo of Wu Li, does the person surnamed Yang still have the face to call himself "Little Demon King"?"

Wu Li was killed by Xiao Hen in the Demon-Sealing Valley!
Chapter completed!