The old woman carried a dim lantern, her cloth shoes walking silently on the ground, like a ghost.
After walking for a short while, the old woman lifted a wooden board, took a step, and went down the stairs.
A long staircase leads down to the basement, no wonder there isn't a single light in the rooms behind it.
Oil lamps were lit on both sides, their dim light illuminating the long, ancient staircase.
The damp, fishy smell grew stronger. Yi Mu stared at the old woman in front of him, his fingers touching his waist.
Descending to the last step, my feet touched the ground.
The old lady suddenly stopped, straightened her slightly hunched back, put her hand to her mouth, and blew a loud whistle.
Hu Tianqin swiftly drew his Langyue Sword, slicing the incoming arrow in half. Then, he and Yi Mu stood back to back, warily staring into the depths of darkness.
Six people came out, all dressed in white robes, with snow-white hair, and their bodies were wrapped up tightly, leaving only their eyes visible.
Their eyes were cold as they stared at Yi Mu and Hu Tianqin, as if they were a pile of corpses.
Hu Tianqin sensed the intense killing intent and gripped his sword tightly.
These six people were very strong; Hu Tianqin could only barely sense that their skills were very profound.
Without saying a word, the six men charged forward.
The moment the weapons clashed, Yi Mu knew that what they were facing was extremely dangerous.
The opponents are six masters whose martial arts skills are no less than Yi Mu's. Yi Mu and Hu Tianqin are only two people, so it will be too difficult to deal with them.
Caught off guard, Yi Mu was slashed in the waist and abdomen, and blood immediately stained his clothes.
Hearing Yi Mu's muffled groan, Hu Tianqin's eyes sharpened, and he thrust his sword into a man's neck, leaving a hole in it. The man fell to the ground.
The seemingly impenetrable formation has developed a flaw.
The two found the weakness, cooperated seamlessly, and spent some time defeating it one by one.
As the six corpses fell to the ground, Hu Tianqin and Yi Mu both breathed a sigh of relief.
Both of them had injuries of varying degrees, and Yi Mu found the old woman in the shadows.
She hadn't expected that Yi Mu and Hu Tianqin were so skilled in martial arts; the two looked young, but their cultivation was above that of a master.
The situation was bad, so the old woman put down the lantern and tried to run away.
Hu Tianqin stepped forward, grabbed her, pressed his sword against her neck, and demanded sharply, "Have the Martial Alliance members been here? Where are they?"
The old woman refused to talk, so Hu Tianqin didn't waste any words with her and went straight to the knife.
She won't shed tears until she sees the coffin; the old woman isn't a person of much backbone, she'll confess after being scared a little.
"No! I said, they're at Baiyu Sect, they're locked up."
The White Feather Sect, a sect located in the snowy mountains of the north, is quite low-key.
Every year at the martial arts tournament, the sect leader would make excuses about being ill and unable to attend.
Hu Tianqin couldn't understand why the White Feather Sect would capture the members of the Martial Alliance.
Another question is, what is the relationship between Yu Chunguan and Baiyumen?
Hu Tianqin must understand the situation clearly in order to deal with Baiyu Sect effectively and rescue his nephew.
The old woman had lived a long and difficult life, and she didn't want to die like this.
Hu Tianqin asked a question, and she answered it. Gradually, something astonishing came to light.
The power behind Yu Chun Guan is the Bai Yu Men.
Few people know that the White Feather Sect is the oldest existing sect in the martial arts world today.
Because they lived in the far north, the people of the Central Plains knew very little about them.
Baiyu Sect is not only the largest sect in the north, but also has a large number of disciples.
Moreover, the sect leader has lived for three hundred years.
In his early years, Hu Tianqin had the honor of meeting the White Feather Sect Master once.
With white hair and a youthful face, he looked no more than thirty years old, and was quite handsome.
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