Crossing the Ghost Howling Gorge

At the ferry crossing of Gujie Village, thousands of people were silent.

"The late stage of the third series of martial arts...how is this possible! How did he do it?"

Liao Hai, who was standing in the crowd and dressed in gray, looked at Ye Fan not far away with dumbfounded eyes, his expression shocked.

With his level of cultivation in the late stage of martial arts, an old Wuhou surpassed most of the early and middle stage Wuhou, making them stay away from him. He can already be called a master among Wuhou. Therefore, the strong man surnamed Bi in the middle period of Wuhou saw that his cultivation was profound and did not want to fight with him.

If you can reach the late-stage realm of both martial souls at the same time, you can aspire to be the top master of the Wuhou Realm. Even the late-stage Wuhou realm will not dare to provoke him easily.

And the martial souls of the three series reached the late stage at the same time... They were top-notch peak masters at the Wuhou level, one in a million.

As long as they are below King Wu, no matter what their cultivation level or realm, they are afraid to avoid him.

This kind of super-first-class strength in the Wuhou realm is already directly catching up with the Wuwang realm, and can almost fight with the fake Wuwang. King Wu did not dare to take it lightly.

However, very few Wuhou can practice the three elements at the same time.

Because the cultivation materials consumed by the peak of the three-line Wuhou can directly bankrupt a thousand-year-old martial arts family in a vassal country, burning money and heartache.

The shock in Liao Hai's heart was beyond words. He, an old Wuhou "master" who is more than 200 years old, is also a high-ranking person in the Western Sheng Kingdom, but in front of a third-line Wuhou like Ye Fan, he is not worth mentioning at all.

Huo Guangcheng, the leader of the caravan, was also shocked. He finally saw clearly that Ye Fan's cultivation strength was simply unfathomable. No wonder Ye Fan dared to cross the swamp and appear alone in Gujie Village.

If he had known this, there would be no need for him to compromise and endure the humiliation in front of the strong man named Bi. A small team of red-clothed gang members were nothing compared to such a top-notch Wuhou.

Liao Wenhuo was shocked, and ripples appeared in his eyes, filled with surprise and reverence. She never expected that Ye Fan, who was inconspicuous in the caravan, was actually at the late stage of the third series of martial arts and the peak of the first-class Wuhou. This was simply unimaginable for an early Wuhou like her. The most important thing is Ye Fan's age, he doesn't look much older than her.

Jia Xu was stunned. Seeing the envious and respectful expressions of Liao Wenhuo, Liao Hai, Huo Guangcheng and other Wuhou, he felt even more jealous and had mixed feelings.

"Hmph! At such a young age, he has not relied on his family's wealth to accumulate strength! If he makes money by himself, he is probably not even a Martial Lord. If my family is willing to spend all their money on me regardless of the cost, how many times will it be? With one hundred thousand or one million yuan stones, I can become the pinnacle of the three-line Wuhou at such a young age! What's so amazing about this!"

Jia Xu disapproved and said disdainfully. In his eyes, Ye Fan became the pinnacle of the late three-line Wuhou in his twenties, and it must be because his family spent a huge amount of money on Ye Fan.

Liao Wenhuo rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Jia Xu, if your talent is unparalleled, why doesn't the Jia family spend all their money on your training? It's not because your talent is weak and it's not worth spending money on! His family is willing to do it for him. Spending money to build a third-line Wuhou, at least proves that someone is worth spending money to cultivate."

"Uh...that's because I'm not a direct descendant of the Jia family~!"

Jia Xu was speechless and his face was red. He forced himself to say a few words, but soon he couldn't speak any more. Even if he were a direct descendant of the Jia family, he would not receive such treatment as spending money to become a third-line Wuhou. In the entire Shenwu Continent, there are only a few aristocratic families from vassal states who would spend so much money to train a third-line Martial Lord regardless of the cost.

Several Wuhou from the Red Clothes Gang admitted their defeat and did not dare to compete with Ye Fan for a spot. They queued up behind the large queue at the ferry.

Not long after, the strong man surnamed Bi gradually woke up from the lightning bombardment. His teammates in the team fed him a few third-level healing pills and regained some strength. The thunderbolt injuries all over his body were temporarily suppressed.

"Boss Bi, what should we do? Let's just forget it?"

"Hmph, there's nothing we can do about him at the ferry crossing of the Ancient World Village. We'll wait until we get back to the ancient land of the Ancestral God! We'll see how to deal with him when he's on our land!"

The strong man surnamed Bi was lying on the ground panting, looking at Ye Fan in the distance with hazy eyes, showing strong fear and hatred, and gritted his teeth and said.

The Red Clothes Gang in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God is very powerful, and they are very protective of their shortcomings. They will not tolerate the humiliation of a Sanwu Marquis to the Red Clothes Gang. Although he is not Ye Fan's opponent, if he can invite a martial king from the Red Gang to take action, it will not be difficult to deal with Ye Fan.

…

Ancient World Village has always respected the true martial arts masters. As long as they are strong, everyone will take the initiative to fawn over and avoid them, assuming that they have priority.

Of course, people like the strong man surnamed Bi, who are not very strong but use their power to bully others, are also feared, but they are despised in their hearts.

Soon, many Wuhou expressed their willingness to give up their positions and invited Ye Fan and Huo Guangcheng to line up forward.

The teams of several King Wu undoubtedly occupied dozens of the best positions at the front of the ferry.

With Ye Fan's strength, Huo Guangcheng's businessman team moved slightly to the front. This was an ordinary thing and did not attract criticism.

Soon, tranquility returned to the ferry at Gujie Village. Everyone was lining up patiently on the cliff, waiting for the time to fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge.

…

"Look, this wisp of green smoke at the mouth of the canyon is about to become straight! The wind in Ghost Howling Gorge is about to stop and reverse direction!"

"Everyone, prepare to fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge!"

"Keep the order of the flying formation and don't get confused! Observe the green smoke at all times. Once the green smoke becomes crooked again, stop flying immediately!"

The crowd lining up at the ferry in Gujie Village suddenly became excited and commotion when they saw the change in the wisp of smoke. Many experienced Wuhou shouted loudly to remind others to pay attention.

In the canyon, the huge wisp of blue smoke straightened out.

The strongest martial kings flew towards the other side and safely crossed the more than ten miles long Ghost Howling Gorge at the fastest speed. Afterwards, they went directly to the Imperial City of Yin in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God.

The Wuhous followed closely behind, carrying large bundles of ropes weighing thousands of kilograms, and flew towards the other side.

Wuhou level and above can fly in the air, but Wuzuns cannot do this.

If there is a Wu Zun in a certain team, then the two Wu Hou must first cooperate to build a rope bridge more than ten miles long on both sides of the bank, and they Wu Zun can cross on the rope.

The rope, which is more than ten miles long, requires a large number of warriors to pass through at the same time, so it cannot be carried by ordinary materials. Usually this kind of rope is woven from the tough and lightweight snow silk, but it is expensive. Or it is made of slightly inferior iron rattan wire tendons, which is cheaper but several times heavier, more than ten miles long and weighing several thousand kilograms.

"Brother Ye, help bring this bundle of rope over!"

Huo Guangcheng took out a bundle of iron rattan wire ropes.

"Okay! Wait a moment!"

Ye Fan rode the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis, then nodded and ordered the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis to pick up a rope made of iron rattan silk tendons and fly to the other side of the Ghost Howling Gorge.

The Golden Eagle Beast Hou is extremely fast, even surpassing Wu Hou who flew earlier than Ye Fan. In just a few dozen breaths, the golden eagle flew across the Ghost Howling Gorge, folded its wings and landed on the other side.

Ye Fan used an ordinary third-order black iron gun to pierce one end of the rope on the shore of Ghost Howling Gorge, piercing it deeply into the rock. Huo Guangcheng was fixed on the other side of the other side, and then the warriors in the small caravan hurriedly jumped onto the rope as big as a thumb and began to run quickly on the swaying rope to cross the Ghost Howling Gorge.

A rope is very thin. Fortunately, with the strength of the Martial Master Realm, it is still easy to fly ten miles on the rope.

"Quick! Hurry up and rush over!"

Huo Guangcheng rushed towards the Wuzun merchants.

Time was very tight, and no one knew when the wind that had temporarily stopped in Ghost Howling Gorge would suddenly appear again. Almost everyone was racing against time, not daring to waste any time.

Therefore, every time when passing through Ghost Howling Gorge, King Wu goes first, followed by the powerful Wu Hous.

If other Martial Lords are too late, once the wind in the Ghost Howling Gorge rises again, they will have no choice but to give up flying across the Ghost Howling Gorge and wait for the opportunity to fly across to the Ancient Land of the Ancestral Gods next year.

Huo Guangcheng, Liao Hai, Liao Wenhuo, and Jia Xu, the four Wuhous, also hurriedly flew in the air and flew to the other side of Guihou Gorge.

In the mid-air of Ghost Howling Gorge, all Wuhou was flying at high speed. On the many ropes connecting the two sides of the strait, a large number of warriors were stepping on the ropes to rush across.

The strong man surnamed Bi and his group of four Wuhou and four warriors also quickly flew across the canyon of more than ten miles. However, the strong man surnamed Bi did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Ye not far away with cold eyes. Fan and Huo Guangcheng's small caravan.

Although they set off later, but with fewer people, they completed the crossing earlier than Huo Guangcheng's small caravan with dozens of warriors.

"Boss Bi! Let's go to Yinhuang City now and find an elder from King Wu to deal with them?"

A red-clad Wuhou said.

Yinhuang City is the largest giant city in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God, with a large population. The headquarters of almost all major forces in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God are located in Yinhuang City. The Red Clothes Gang is no exception. There are a large number of masters in Yinhuang City, many of whom are at the Martial King level.

"No! Don't worry, I always take revenge on the spot when I have a grudge!"

The ferocious face of the strong man named Bi was full of violence. He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance for the wind direction in Ghost Howling Gorge to change. He couldn't do anything about Ye Fan, but he wanted to use this small caravan to vent his anger.

The tranquility of Ghost Howling Gorge only lasted for a short period of more than a hundred breaths.

suddenly!

The wisp of green smoke on the cliff trembled and began to sway. This is a strong sign that the wind direction has reversed and the wind is about to pick up.

"No! The wind is about to pick up. Hurry, those who are already in the middle of the rope, hurry up and cross! If you haven't crossed the halfway point, don't cross anymore, hurry back!"

Huo Guangcheng yelled.

The entire Ghost Howling Gorge in this section is about ten miles long. Wuhou will be able to fly over soon.

But Wu Zun can't. Even half of it is still five miles long. For Wu Zun, it will take at least dozens of breaths to run at full speed, which is very fatal.

"What a chance! Go to hell!"

The strong man surnamed Bi suddenly laughed fiercely, and suddenly threw an arc-shaped fire blade towards the iron rattan silk rope that the caravan had in Ghost Howling Gorge.

Then, without looking at the result, he greeted everyone in the red-clothed gang, laughed wildly, turned into a stream of fire and flew towards Yinhuang City, "Boy, I will collect some interest first, and I will wait for you in Yinhuang City! "

The fire blade was not very powerful, but it was extremely fast. With a "swish" of the knife, it cut off the rope.

The last four or five Wu Zun merchants who were flying across the Ghost Howling Gorge on the rope suddenly let out screams of terror. The ropes under their feet were missed, and they fell into the Ghost Howling Gorge one after another.