More than twenty tall horses walked in front, and several trucks pulling large black boxes moved slowly and creakingly.
Although it looks very slow, it is much faster than walking on two legs.
In addition to the coachman, there were eight warriors wearing long robes in front and behind the carriage.
Now Lin Qiaoyue has already broken through the realm of destiny, and she can tell at a glance that there are a total of sixteen warriors.
The one with the highest level among them was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with muscles all over his body and a scar on his face.
However, although his level is the highest among this group of people, compared with Lin Qiaoyue, he is not worth mentioning.
Because this man actually only has a third-level cultivation level.
This kind of cultivation in Shizhou City would be a little better than that of a newly minted occultist, but not much better.
The man also noticed Lin Qiaoyue's gaze, and their eyes suddenly collided.
Under the huge difference in realm, the man's eyes were shocked, his chest was boiling with blood, and he almost suffered internal injuries.
Fortunately, Lin Qiaoyue had already withdrawn her gaze and had no intention of becoming his enemy.
Otherwise, the man would probably vomit a pound of blood on the spot.
The rugged man took a deep breath, his heart still beating wildly.
He never imagined that he could meet such a master in such a remote place.
The man's gaze shifted to the scholar sitting opposite Lin Qiaoyue.
Seeing this, my jaw almost dropped. I originally thought that the other young man was also a master.
But from the perspective of his third-level cultivation, the other party's aura was calm and the flow of energy and blood was rapid. It was obviously the sequelae of traveling long distances. He was clearly an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.
When the man was still confused, he heard a feeble voice coming from the carriage beside him: "Hu Biao, let's take a rest here."
As the man's voice came out, the caravan stopped for an instant.
From the carriage at the front, a bloated middle-aged man stepped out. He was as fat as a snowman.
Not only is he fat, but he is also very short. His face was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes were squinted like a mouse, and he always looked like a profiteer when he smiled.
This person's identity seems to be not simple, because even the man with third-level cultivation actually looks a little groveling in front of this fat man who has the aura of a mortal.
You must know that mystics are very arrogant, and it is impossible to show such an attitude to people who have no cultivation.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, which means that this fat man must have a complicated background.
In addition to the fat man and the sixteen warriors, there were four servants following the fat man.
Two of them were younger, looking to be in their teens, and the other two were probably in their early thirties.
With the arrival of this caravan, all the seats in the small tea shop were immediately occupied.
The man in the middle kept glancing at Lin Qiaoyue intentionally or unintentionally, causing the fat man next to him to ask curiously: "Hu Biao, what are you looking at?"
The man called Hu Biao said in a low voice: "Big shopkeeper, there is a master here."
The fat man said, "Oh, master, how tall are you?"
Hu Biao frowned: "About... about a dozen of me put together, can't compare to him."
A bright light flashed in the fat man's eyes, and then he looked at Lin Qiaoyue.
One of them was a guy dressed as a scholar. He looked frail, but he didn't look like a master at all.
The other one was wearing a black gown, except for a white turban on her bun.
When she went out, Lin Qiaoyue's clothes were white. Later, in order not to attract attention, she changed into black clothes.
He looked so handsome that even the fat man felt ashamed of himself.
"How can there be such a handsome young man in this world?" Fatty secretly muttered in his heart. As the big shopkeeper of Tianbao Chamber of Commerce, he has traveled around the world and met many people over the years.
Of course, I also know that when looking at people, you can't just look at their appearance, but purely based on their every move and the aura they exude.
The big shopkeeper has already come up with an answer from the bottom of his heart, this person is not simple.
The big shopkeeper nodded calmly and looked at the scholar next to him. He secretly felt strange in his heart. How on earth did these two unrelated people end up in the same place?
At this time, the owner of the tea shop said softly: "I see that everyone is rushing on their way, probably because they want to climb over the mountain ahead today.
Now that you have eaten my tea, we have become acquainted, so I would like to advise you that it is best not to go into the mountains today. "
The tea shop owner's words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The scholar asked in confusion: "What do the shopkeepers mean by this? Are there some monsters and ghosts in this mountain?"
As soon as the scholar said this, the dozen warriors in the caravan immediately burst into laughter.
"Boy, I think it's your first time coming to this place."
"The mountain in front is called Black Mountain. This mountain has a great background. Every night, the mountain is full of evil spirits and ghostly aura."
"If a living person goes in, it will be absolutely impossible for him to come out alive."
The big shopkeeper of Tianbao Chamber of Commerce nodded, and now stretched out his hand to suppress the commotion of these warriors.
"Don't make a fool of yourself. These two little brothers are not locals at first glance. They have obviously never walked this road. If they don't know these taboos, that's what they should do."
While the shopkeeper was talking, he came to the table where Lin Qiaoyue and Xu Jiaping were sitting. After sitting down familiarly, they started chatting enthusiastically.
"You two must be outsiders, I don't know where they came from."
Lin Qiaoyue didn't even raise her eyebrows, and said lightly: "Shizhou City!"
The scholar politely raised his hands towards the other party, clasped his fists and said, "I come from the distant town of Baitang. I wonder what I call this dear friend?"
The big shopkeeper said with a smile: "This dear friend is so polite. His nickname is Hu, and his single name is Slam! Because my father loves horse racing very much, and his surname is Hu, he took the name Slam instead."
Scholar Xu Jiaping suddenly understood and nodded: "No wonder, no wonder, that's it."
The fat man also cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I haven't asked you for advice yet, my dear friend, I came from the distant town of Baitang. Where do you want to go on this trip?"
Xu Jiaping let out a long sigh and honestly told the fat man his purpose: "My dear friend, do you know about the realm of Jinxia?"
The fat man Hu Manguan nodded: "What my dear brother said, who in the world knows about the Golden Cloud Realm? Who doesn't know about it? The Golden Cloud Realm is also the place with the most mystics, including the three most famous sects. .”
Xu Jiaping nodded: "I want to go to the Golden Cloud Realm, join the three major sects, and become a famous occultist in the future."
