"I can't get past the front."

The taxi suddenly stopped, and the driver looked at the dark road covered with snow in front of him and said helplessly.

This last section of the road is actually impossible to go.

The speed of the car has been controlled below 30 yards. The road is too slippery and the snow on the ground has not melted much.

There were few tourists at the beginning, and in the heavy snow, there were even fewer tourists going up the mountain.

Not only that.

There are few tourists and no one in the scenic area is willing to clean up the snow on the road.

What's more, the forest area is so big, and there is not so much manpower to clean it up.

Chen Yang paid the money and got off the car and opened the navigation, but the signal was too bad, sometimes without it.

You will definitely receive a call at this time.

Navigation is naturally unusable.

He could only walk through the signs on the road and walk in the dark.

South Gate of Heaven.

Chen Wuwo wanted to transfer secretly several times, but Pang Songquan was too seriously injured. After moving a little, the movement would be very big.

Pang Songquan wrote on the ground, telling them not to care about themselves and to do whatever they should do.

Chen Wuwo ignored him.

Fang Qingran felt that he could leave alone.

Originally, the relationship between the three of them was not so good that they died together.

That is, Chen Wuwo is stupid, so he has to play with his true nature.

But now Fang Qingran wants to leave but it is hard to leave.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring outside.

No one noticed it now.

If you move, you will most likely be discovered.

After analyzing it, she decided not to move to the place for the time being.

But this is not a long-term solution.

Now she has only two choices.

One is to find the right opportunity and leave.

The right opportunity is that the other party is tired.

They will definitely be tired.

The other is to wait.

Wait for someone to save them.

This probability is very small.

Although the master and the others were already on the way, they didn't know how long it would take to come here.

They may not even know their exact location.

Fang Qingran decided to find a suitable opportunity and left.

Otherwise, when it's dawn and you want to run away, you will have no chance.

She silently wrote a line of words on the ground.

When Pang Songquan saw it, he nodded.

Chen Wuwo made an angry expression and replied: "Coward!"

Fang Qingran ignored him at all.

At this time, I still care whether it is a coward or not.

He has a real problem with his brain.

It’s all the time to be in trouble. If you don’t find a way out for yourself, can you be so arrogant and pretending to be a hero?

Countless vivid examples tell her that heroes often don’t have a good ending.

"It's really possible to hide."

"Hey, can you find it?"

The person watching the fun said with a smile.

"You have to care." This casual cultivator, who is in his thirties, has a big back and wears a night-like clothes. He has a long figure and an inverted triangle figure, which is very eye-catching.

The person who spoke was a disciple of the immortal sect.

He said, "Or I'll help you find it, but you have to tell me why you arrest him."

Big back sneered: "Do you think I can tell you?"

The disciple of the Immortal Sect said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. This place is so big, only you have a dozen people, and you can't find it in the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month."

As he said that, he pointed at his group again, and there were seven or eight.

"Look, we are quite a lot of people, right?"

"You said if we find it ourselves and help them go down the mountain, will that big guy tell us what you don't want to tell us?"

Hearing this, Big Boy's face suddenly turned gloomy: "You want to be right with us? Do you know who we are?"

The disciple of the Immortal Sect smiled and said, "Is it very important who is it?"

Big back head said seriously: "It's very important."

"If you know that we are disciples of the Bashan Sect, will you still dare to talk to me like this?"

"Bashan Sect?" The disciple of the Immortal Sect was surprised, but he didn't react very much. He smiled and said, "What's wrong with the Bashan Sect? It's so awesome? Ask the monks over there, ask them if they have heard of any Bashan Sect. They thought it was hundreds of years ago? If I hadn't met me, who likes history, who would know how to write the three words "Bashan Sect"?"

The big backed head looked sinister, and this person's words were arrogant enough.

More arrogant than him.

And he also humiliated his family verbally.

If he hadn't been looking for Pang Songquan and didn't want to waste his energy, he would definitely have to fight this person alone.

Their Bashan School is not an unknown person.

Five sects, thirteen sects, eighty-one sects.

It has been around since ancient times.

Their Bashan School is one of the eighty-one sects.

It has been passed down for a long time and has historical precipitation.

Whether it is literature or martial arts, they are all good.

Even compared with Taoist Buddhism, it is not much different.

However, in today's society, these major sects that should have been called famous and upright sects and have orthodox heritage are called casual cultivators.

This made them very upset.

The term "leisure cultivator" was definitely a compliment before, and even with a hint of envy.

But now, there is no sign of any praise in it.

There are many casual cultivators who kill and set fire. Outsiders do not know their excellence and integrity. They only know that they are casual cultivators, and they will inevitably mess up them.

Little do they know that their behavior today is not considered honest.

"How is it? Do you want to cooperate?" asked the disciple of the Immortal Sect with a smile.

He still doesn't speak with his head on his back.

The disciple of the Immortal Sect swept the snow on a stone beside him, lifted up his clothes and sat down: "I'm not in a hurry, think about it slowly."

"But I have to remind you that the matter here has spread. Guess how long it will take for people outside to arrive?"

"Some things, now I know, are yours and mine. I have waited for a while, and these things are not only not yours and mine, but you and I may not even have the right to know."

The more he said, the deeper his face became.

The other dozen people also looked bad.

Yes, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be.

At that time, the masters of these people will come. If they bring some help, it will be difficult for them to get it again.

Or worse, someone else came.

After all, what happened here cannot be hidden from the outside.
To be continued...