After flying for a while, Feng Yang finally couldn't hold on anymore and stopped.【】

At this time, it was already quite a distance from Dongshangang. If Feng Yang's estimate was correct, Jingtian must have gone to Leiyu Town in the opposite direction of Liuli Town. It would not be a big problem to stop and heal his injuries now.

But Feng Yang didn't dare to be too blatant, so he found a secluded corner, sat cross-legged, meditated, and entered a state of cultivation.

When he cultivates, he is actually healing his injuries. Only in the state of cultivation can the energy contained in the limbs and bones come out to heal and temper the body.

This time Feng Yang has not let go of his worries for the time being. He is unable to practice wholeheartedly, and the speed of recovery of his damaged body has also been somewhat compromised.

Xia Ying was not practicing at this time, but was staying quietly beside Feng Yang.

She knew her current situation. The Yuanli Cyclone had been severely damaged. Although the Yuanli Cyclone was not directly destroyed based on the first-grade Martial Emperor's evidence, the trauma she suffered could not be ignored.

Basically, there is no possibility of cure with ordinary cultivation methods, and there will be no progress. Xia Ying cannot guarantee whether she can maintain the strength of a third-grade martial artist.

She has been trying for the past two days, trying to cultivate her natal energy to see if it will increase, and whether it is possible to cultivate her strength again.

But she discovered a cruel reality that she couldn't do it at all. The Yuanli cyclone seemed to have a loophole or a black hole that would swallow Yuanli, causing all the Yuanli that was later increased to disappear or be swallowed up inexplicably.

Instead of making any progress, the original energy of life is slowly being devoured. Although the devouring speed is extremely slow, if it goes on for a long time, it is possible for him to become an ordinary person.

Looking at the pained look on Feng Yang's face while practicing, it seemed as if the sensitive and fragile string in Xia Yingfang's heart had been touched.

Humans are not capable of emotions like plants and trees. Even poultry will recognize their home, let alone humans.

Thinking of Feng Yang trying to protect herself from being hurt all the time, Xia Ying was moved in her heart, and the pain in her heart became less intense under the cover of this emotion.

He stayed quietly beside Feng Yang, raising his head and looking into the distance, but his vision was so hazy and scattered, so quietly.

It took two days to repair here, but Feng Yang did not feel that his physical condition had improved much. It only allowed his severely damaged body to initially relax and alleviate some of the pain.

At least I no longer feel the intense pain spreading throughout my body when I'm on the road.

"Why don't you treat her for a while longer?" Xia Ying asked Feng Yang with concern.

Although she no longer has the strength of a first-grade Martial Emperor, she still has the vision of a first-grade Martial Emperor. She can tell that Feng Yang's current injury has not improved much, and he has been holding on.

"This is the sphere of influence of the Wanjian Sect. It is inevitable that you will encounter other disciples of the Wanjian Sect. The longer you stay, the more dangerous it will be." Feng Yang said.

Feng Yang has now become Xia Ying's backbone. She knows that Feng Yang has his own ideas and arrangements no matter what he does, so she does not continue to persuade him and goes on the road side by side with Feng Yang.

With Feng Yang's current physical strength, it is already a problem to use the wings, and rushing in the form of flying is too eye-catching. This is completely telling the people of Wanjian Sect that I, Feng Yang, are here, and you should hurry up and shoot me.

After driving for half a day, Feng Yang suddenly stopped and stopped Xia Ying. His expression became solemn: "There is a situation ahead."

Qingcang looked fierce, staring at the people in front of him fiercely, but he quickly calculated in his mind. He was really helpless when encountering this kind of thing. He had already prepared for the worst. The thing he regretted most was

This time he even brought his precious woman out.

"Uncle, don't seek death. Tell us where the two people who went to Changping Town with you are, and we will let you go." Zhou Jian held a long sword and stood in front of Qing Cang with no fear.

.

Although Qing Cang is old enough to be his father, there is no look of respect or awe on his face, instead, he has a look of teasing and contempt.

"I've already said, we don't know who they are at all." Qingcang's voice was rich and somewhat domineering.

"I don't know what is good and what is evil." Zhou Jian said coldly. As a disciple of Wanjian Sect, he displayed the aloof arrogance that disciples of the great sect usually have. In his case, he could talk nonsense to this country uncle.

I have given him a lot of face for so long, but this guy still doesn't know what is good and what is good. He is simply seeking death.

This is like a city person going to the countryside for fun. Even though this city person has no power in the city and only sells cabbage and steamed buns in the city, he will one day return to the countryside and express his admiration and longing for those who look at him eagerly.

Country people with dirty eyes will naturally develop a sense of superiority, feeling that they are superior to these people.

Zhou Jian looked at Qing Cang disdainfully, and with a wave of his not-so-large arm, the five Wanjian Sect disciples immediately spread out and rushed towards the five young men.

That day, Feng Yang and Xia Ying were lurking in Qingcang at the gate of Changping Town. Zhou Jian was one of the witnesses and could be said to be a survivor, so he concluded that these guys had something to do with Feng Yang.

association.

People like Jingtian would never come to trouble a caravan mercenary like Qingcang, because Jingtian knew that Feng Yang and Qingcang were definitely not the same people.

But people like Zhou Jian don't have Jingtian's IQ, and they follow the code of conduct of preferring to kill the wrong person before letting go, so they come to trouble Qing Cang. And torturing such people will give them a kind of transcendent superiority.

feel.

Zhou Jian didn't move because he was waiting for Qing Cang to move first.

Qingcang didn't move, because he knew that if he moved, Zhou Jian, the most powerful person, would immediately take action.

At this time, the five disciples of Wanjian Sect were already entangled with the five disciples of Qing Cang.

Although the five disciples of Qingcang are generally older than the five disciples of Wanjian Sect, in Wuhun Continent, strength is not determined by age. This requires talent, hard work, and opportunities.

Qingcang's own strength is only comparable to that of a first-grade Martial Master, and the disciples he has taught have not yet reached the level of being able to beat the waves behind him to death on the beach in the Yangtze River.

The five young men did not have any high-level martial arts skills and their fighting power was limited. Against the five disciples of the Wanjian Sect who were at the level of fourth to ninth-grade martial arts masters, the five young men did not put up a spectacular struggle and were quickly dealt with.

lying on the ground.

"Aren't you going to say it yet?" Zhou Jian stared at Qing Cang with disdain and said:

"I don't know." Qing Cang said. It's not that he has any backbone, but that he really doesn't know.

"Very good, you would rather die than surrender, right?" Zhou Jian sneered, and the long sword in his hand made a crisp sound. In the flash of cold light, the long sword was already unsheathed, and he stretched out his body and rushed towards Qing Cang.

Before anyone could rush in, dazzling sword flowers were already flying in the sky, and fierce winds were set off.

Facing Zhou Jian's attack, Qing Cang dodged. The long sword grazed Qing Cang's lapel and stabbed him. The strong wind left a shocking mark on the truck loaded with goods.

As Zhou Jian's long sword kept changing, the simplest moves such as stabbing, slashing, teasing, slashing, and sweeping were all unleashed with such fierce attacks that even Qing Cang, a first-grade Martial Master, was forced to dodge in embarrassment.

Zhou Jian made a quick change of move, changing his long sword from stabbing to sweeping. Qing Cang was caught off guard and was slashed to the chest by the sword.

However, Qing Cang was considered an old man. He immediately used his elemental energy to protect himself, and his body was immediately filled with a burst of fire elemental energy to form an elemental energy protective shield.

The long sword struck the Yuanli protective cover, but it immediately caused a violent fluctuation in the Yuanli protective cover, and a crack was clearly visible.

"You are really too weak, you are so old." Zhou Jian smiled contemptuously, and the long sword in his hand immediately accelerated the attack speed, waving it in the air, the sword light flashed like lightning, a frenzy hit the table, and the wind blew violently.

The rain-like offensive swept Qingcang wildly.

Every time the sword struck the protective Yuanli shield on the surface of Qingcang's body, a crack would appear on the protective Yuanli shield. Finally, with one chop from Zhou Jian, Qingcang's Yuanli protective shield suddenly shattered.

Although Qing Cang avoided the attack of the long sword in time, the Gang Qi contained in the long sword could not be avoided and invaded Qing Cang's body. As the Qi and blood surged in his body, a mouthful of blood suddenly surged into his throat, and Qing Cang forced to swallow it.

down, but there was still a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you being unreasonable? We are not those two people at all. How do we know where they are?" This situation made Qingyu's already angry body tremble. This kind of person is really abominable.

The disciples of the Sword Sect do whatever they want, take human life seriously, and don't take others seriously at all. Their people were killed, and they come to cause trouble for us.

"It's not good for a little girl to have such a hot temper." A Wanjian Sect disciple looked at Qing Yu with a cold look in his eyes.

Although Qing Yu does not have the disturbing appearance of Xia Ying, he can still be called Xiaojiabiyu and is graceful and graceful. This disciple of Wanjian Sect immediately walked towards Qing Yu.

Seeing this, Qingyu punched out, but the disciple casually waved and grabbed the pink fist lightly. He looked at Qingyu with a playful look and said with a smile: "Little sister, don't be so impulsive. You should know that you and

The gap between us."

"Let her go." Qing Cang was furious and suddenly stretched out his body and rushed towards Qing Yu.

However, Qingcang had just taken two steps when a sword flashed over him. Qingcang could only quickly spin in the air to dodge the sword. Before he could stabilize his body, he heard Zhou Jian's sneer.

Voice: "You can't even take care of yourself, how can you protect others?"

"I've already said it, we really don't know who those two people are, let alone where they went." Qing Cang shouted angrily.

"Very well, Xiaofu, drag this girl into the woods, and you two can have some fun." Zhou Jian said jokingly, and finally added: "Remember to be gentler to the little sister."

"Brother Jian, don't worry, we are very sympathetic to each other." Xiaofu, who was holding Qingyu, was filled with excitement, and the other four Wanjian Sect disciples also immediately became excited.

"Let me go." Qingyu struggled with all her strength, but with her meager strength, how could she break free from the suppression of the disciples of the Wanjian Sect? She struggled and cursed angrily, but she still couldn't escape the pressure of the four Wanjian Sect disciples.

The fact that the disciple dragged him into the woods.

Qingcang felt completely despaired at this time. He never expected that things would develop into this situation. Now he was very sure that even if he really knew the whereabouts of those two guys and told them, these bastards from Wanjian Sect would also

He will not let himself go, nor will he let go of his intention to humiliate his daughter.

"Asshole, if you dare to touch her, I'll kill you bastards." Qing Cang rushed towards Qing Yu who was pressed into the woods like crazy, but under Zhou Jian's offensive, Qing Cang couldn't even

Without any help, before he could take two steps forward, his body was already scratched by Zhou Jian's sword. The skin and flesh on his chest were torn open, and blood bloomed.

"How can you kill me if you're like this?" Zhou Jian smiled disdainfully.

"ah!!!"

From the woods, Qing Yu's scream filled with fear and anger could be heard. This scream made Qing Cang and his five disciples despair.

The five young people were already extremely angry at this time. In their hearts, although the junior sister had a hot temper, she was only hot-tempered. She was kind-hearted and simple, and she was just a little girl who had never experienced anything in the world.
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