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Han Shan has stepped into the middle stage of the mountain moving realm for several years, born with a big waist and infinite strength, he ran in the front to open the way, a machete in his hand danced without leakage, the shrub stumps along the way flew, and forced a path in front of him.

Xiang Wentian was concentrating on perception while running, although he was a little nervous, he didn't worry too much.

The only ones who could catch up were Dao Yi and Liu Ni. But his self-confidence is no worse than Daoyi, even if Daoyi catches up, he can resist it. As for Liu Ni, no matter how rebellious her talent is, after all, she is only the strength of the middle level in the late stage of the Yi Marrow Realm, even if Xue Liang and the others are not capable of killing her, there is definitely no problem in escaping by themselves.

Just when he thought that Daoyi was unlikely to catch up, he felt a fluctuation in his breath, which he was no stranger to.

Xiang Wentian raised his hand, "Old friends are here, you go first."

After Xue Liang and the others disappeared, Xiang Wentian looked up at a big tree and said lightly: "Old friend, show up."

"Xiang old man, yes, I underestimated you."

Daoyi held back his mouth: "Praise you, you really float to the sky, can't you hear that I'm just polite."

Dao Yi smiled, "Old man Xiang, you have learned the shame of the Xue family's death very well, if you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose, where can you have so many excuses." You look at the people of the Nalan family, they are high-profile and low-key, and then look at the people of the Xue family, they are all pretentious and think that Lao Tzu is the best in the world, but they are actually a fart."

Xiang Wentian looked at Dao Yi coldly, "What's the matter?"

Xiang Wentian's face was full of frost and he snorted coldly. "A dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth".

"Lao Xiang, you are such an old person, don't wade into this troubled water."

"Hey," Michichi sighed and took two steps forward. "Do you think I don't want to, my uncompetitive granddaughter is good at everything, but her eyes are not good, but she fell in love with Lu Shanmin, no matter what I say, it's useless, what do you say I can do."

Dao Yi is not in a hurry to make a move, Xiang Wentian is naturally not in a hurry, the longer he can stop Dao Yi here, the safer Xue Liang will be.

A touch of loneliness and loneliness welled up on Daoyi's face, and his voice was particularly emotional. "There are few people left in our generation, and you and I are all people buried in the loess to the neck. After Lu Xun and Lao Huang left, I felt very lonely. People of my age are all floating clouds when they become famous. I have looked down on any love and hatred, even if I was once an enemy, I feel very cordial when I see it now."

"Yes, there are only a handful of martial arts people of the same generation who are still alive."

Xiang Wentian felt deeply, "In our realm, unless both sides don't want to die, no one can kill anyone."

Xiang Wentian felt that Daoyi's words were a bit exaggerated, he didn't think that the person who lived would be more painful than the person who died, but the person who lived would inevitably feel more or less lonely and lonely, as Daoyi said, whether it was friend or foe, at their age, there would be one less person to die.

Daoyi nodded slightly, sat on the half-cut branch, cocked Erlang's legs, and lit the dry tobacco pouch. "That's fine, the young people's affairs are left to the young people to do, and our two old friends will chat."

Xiang Wentian hesitated for a moment, but thought that as long as he could hold off Dao Yi Xue Liang, there would not be much danger, so why not chat with him as soon as Dao Yi wanted to chat.

Xiang Wentian was shocked in his heart, his whole body's qi suddenly erupted, and his body bounced violently.

Xiang Wentian was shocked and angry, and in a hurry, the internal qi could not be operated in place, and he was still bent over, so he had to raise his head to avoid the cigarette stick, and his left hand hurriedly slapped out.

Xiang Wentian retreated dozens of steps in succession, his left arm trembled, and the qi in his body collided.

Dao Yiba took a puff of dry smoke and smiled, "Old Xiang, get out of the way, you will die."

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Xue Liang ran wildly all the way, with mixed feelings in his heart, more than a year ago, he chased Lu Shanmin in the Golden Triangle jungle and fled for his life, but he didn't expect to fall into the same situation today.

He really hoped that Liu Ni could appear in front of him, so that Xiang Wentian might still have a chance of life. But they had been running in the jungle for more than half an hour, and Liu Ni had never appeared in front of him, which showed that Liu Ni and Dao Yi were probably together to besiege and kill Xiang Wentian.

Just when he was entangled in his heart, Han Shan in front of him suddenly stopped.

"There's a guy in front".

"No," Han Shan said. As he spoke, he turned his head and said, "The second son will wait here for a while, and I'll take a look."

After a while, Han Shan's voice came, "Second son, come and take a look."

"Second son, this person should have been overly frightened, I called him twice and didn't respond."

Xue Liang didn't leave, his eyes stayed on the wrist of the person on the ground, who was carrying a Baida Licui watch on his wrist, and he clearly remembered that this watch was on Meng Haoran's hand.

"Move his head away for me".

Although his face was covered with deep scratches of bone, and blood was dripping with blood. But they could recognize that this was Meng Haoran, and looking at his eyes with confusion in fear, he was obviously scared stupid.

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