A bell hangs on a tree.

This small bell is the same size as a pine cone and is easily overlooked.

Leng Fei stared at the bottom, the top, and the middle, and finally was not hidden by the bell.

If you really want to jump up, the little bell will definitely ring and spread throughout Heming Mountain, and you will have nothing to hide.

No matter how powerful I am, I am not as good as the light skills of the Qi practitioner. I go straight and go straight, without the leisurely turning points of the Qi practitioner, and there are many changes.

Such traps are everywhere. He stops and stops all the way, sometimes he jumps over with force, and sometimes he lies on the ground and crawls over slowly.

He saw Heming Mountain's defense and attached more importance to Heming Mountain. It was not a lucky opportunity for these animals to survive until now.

From noon to night, he finally entered Heming Mountain, approached the central area of ​​Heming Mountain, and heard the voices of Heming Mountain disciples.

He didn't rush to get closer, but first lay in the bushes and listened to the various sounds inside.

Through the sound, he judged that it was still a hundred meters away, and there was a row of yards nearby, which were the residences of the disciples.

Each of these disciples has a house.

Leng Fei took a deep breath, suppressed his impulse, listened carefully, and approached a room silently.

It was already late at night, and he jumped down the wall gently, and a woman's scream was heard from inside the house, followed by a "pa" sound.

He could hear clearly that it was the sound of a whip hitting.

The woman had begged for mercy before and cried helplessly. Later, she could not escape the whip with a resentful curse. Now her voice was weak.

He tiptoed, like a cat raccoon approaching, and pushed open the door suddenly.

The young man who was waving a whip suddenly turned his head and stared at him. He waved the whip and made a blow. Leng Fei shook his hand and made a happy knife.

"Bo!" The young man's head blew up, and the headless corpse stood still, slowly falling down with a "bang".

The woman tied to a wooden shelf widened her eyes, her face covered with whip marks, her flesh and blood rolled, her clothes were smashed, ragged, and covered in blood, and she was extremely miserable.

At this moment, she stared at Leng Fei with her eyes so bright that it was scary.

Leng Fei raised his fingers in front of his lips.

The woman nodded gently.

Leng Fei stepped forward and took off the woman, whispered: "So keep calling!"

"Ah--!" the woman screamed.

Leng Fei took out the medicine from his arms, stopped the blood, touched her wrist, and stuffed her a jade ginseng Xuelan.

Blood gushed from the corner of her mouth, not only biting her lips, but also causing severe damage to her internal organs. The old injuries accumulated and became more and more severe, making it difficult to treat.

"Ah--!" the woman continued to scream.

Leng Fei nodded with satisfaction.

He discovered that his inner vision could indeed spread, and by touching the wrist pulse, he could see the inner situation of the other person's body.

Leng Fei whispered: "Stay calling, I'll deal with him first."

The woman opened her bright eyes and nodded slightly.

Leng Fei pulled his sword outside the house, dug a deep pit not far from a peach tree, and then threw the young man into the pit and filled it with it, and the remaining fresh soil was sprinkled into the flowerbed.

Before he buried it, he searched the young man and found nothing. However, he accidentally found that the young man was actually a eunuch. No wonder the methods were so fierce and tortured the woman so much was caused by psychological distortion.

The woman was already using a rag to wipe away the blood and brain, screaming in her mouth, and she sounded extremely miserable and helpless.

Leng Fei looked at her and said that women were really a natural actor. The screams were seamless and the helpless tone was vividly displayed.

Leng Fei came to her and sat down, whispering: "How many days can I hide it?"

"Have you asked the young master's surname?" the woman whispered.

"Zhou Fang."

"Little woman Dong Ying, thank you, mercy!"

"You are also a martial arts practitioner, right?"

"Yes, if it weren't for my benefactor, no matter how capable I have, I would not be able to escape. I would be tortured to death by tragic!" The flesh and blood on her face turned out, looking scary.

Leng Fei was not afraid and did not show any strangeness. He looked at her calmly: "What is the name of this dead guy?"

"This guy is called Cheng You. He is the third generation disciple of Heming Mountain. He is a Qi training man in the Sanchong Building. I was caught by him and brought into the mountains to torture." Dong Ying gritted her teeth and said, "These guys in Heming Mountain are all animals!"

Leng Fei said: "I can only kill the Qi training genius to the Sixth Level Tower. If I go up, I can't do anything, but I want to kill Heming Mountain!"

"I'll help you!" Dong Ying said hurriedly.

Leng Fei nodded and said, "Miss Dong, you go down the mountain quietly first, and then say something else."

"No." Dong Ying shook her head and said, "As soon as I leave, you will be exposed. Cheng You will never let me go down the mountain!"

Leng Fei frowned and said, "What's your solution?"

"I understand disguise!" Dong Ying said proudly: "I am a single lineage of disguise, and no one in the world understands disguise!"

Leng Fei said: "Can disguise really make people become another person?"

"Yes!" Dong Ying said: "I can become Cheng You. As long as I recover from the wound, I will be perfect."

Leng Fei said: "It's a pity that similar looks are useless. His friends can tell that something is wrong at once."

"This guy is introverted and has no friends." Dong Ying sneered: "It's just a lunatic!"

Leng Fei frowned and said, "Can it really happen?"

He looked at Dong Ying's face.

Dong Ying said: "My injury will be healed soon."

"How long will it take?"

"It will be fine tomorrow morning."

"...Okay, then let's try." Leng Fei said: "Don't rush to do it. I'll observe for a few days first to find their flaws."

"Okay." Dong Ying nodded slightly.

Leng Fei waved his hand: "Miss Dong, go to bed first, don't worry about me."

"Young Master Zhou, be careful." Dong Ying could no longer hold on, and she had a fight with her eyelids and returned to the inner room to lie down and sleep.

She hasn't lie on the couch to sleep for a long time, and she falls asleep as soon as she lay down.

Leng Fei came to the yard to sit down, motionless, his ears erected, listening to the movements around him and the joys and sorrows in every house.

These houses are separated by a distance. If you don’t listen carefully, it is difficult to hear clearly, but to him it is as clear as in his ears.

He can not only hear clearly, but also hear everyone clearly. He keeps track of this person and tracks others. He uses it with all his heart. He can hear the nine families around him clearly and do not interfere with each other.

He sat in the middle of the night. In the second half of the night, he left the house gently and walked inside, making his steps lightly, hiding in the shadows.

After passing through several rows of houses, he saw three halls located in front of an empty square, and the peaks were cut off half to accommodate these three halls.

Under the moonlight, it seems like three giant beasts occupying their ranks, with extraordinary power.

Leng Fei frowned.

This is different from the copycat he imagined. He originally thought it was a village, but now it seems that it is a sect with great ambitions.

He suddenly stopped and his ears stood up.

There were two people talking in a house two hundred meters away.

"Sir, listen well, I will only say the formula once!" The gloomy middle-aged man shouted in a low voice: "If you can't hear clearly, don't blame me!"

"Dad, if you pass on your skills, why bother to pass on your skills? It's dark at this time, and it's nothing to turn on the light."

"The Dharma is not passed on to the six ears, and the high merits are passed on to the nobles. It is the safest time. Otherwise, if you are heard by others, then you will be a sinner!"

"Whoever eavesdrops in our Heming Mountain? They all fell asleep!"

"Don't underestimate others, you have to be a sinister person. Even if you are a disciple of the same sect, you should not be careless."
Chapter completed!