"As long as I arrived in Sijiu City, I came with the special plane to pick up my clan masters, and they must have already arrived. ”

Hong Burang thought of the fact that he had escaped Wang Le's pursuit and asked his family for support before going to the ancestral land, and his belief in survival became more and more firm.

The reason why they didn't let those old masters of the clan go to the ancestral land of the martial arts realm together was because they were all martial arts masters, and once they were discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the end, they could only shrink and lurk, and Sijiu City became their best choice, the purpose was to prevent them from being discovered by the people of the martial arts world, so that they could use those big names as a threat, and they could calmly leave Huaxia and return to the nest of the United States.

Of course, this is also a precaution, go deep into the danger, and you have to leave a way back for yourself.

Besides, this time I went to the ancestral land of the martial arts world to pick the fruit of life for the ancestor, and whether I could bring it back to the rice country safely in the end, is really related to the continuation and prosperity of the Hong family's fortune, so any possible variables must be taken into account and a way to deal with it!

Through the mountains and rivers, the sun sets and the moon rises, the flood on the way does not allow him to drink the stream water, eat the yellow, orange and orange wild fruits on the trees in this late autumn season, and finally at more than three o'clock in the morning when everything is silent and the darkness swallows everything, the dim moonlight like a sickle in the air enters the plain.

"Finally escaped from this hellish place that is not for people!"

Hong Burang gasped for two breaths, turned his head to look at the majestic and huge mountain shadow behind him, like an ant looking up at the eternal beast of the wilderness, his eyes full of fear and the rest of his life.

sat on the muddy floor, and then saw Hong Burang take out the wild oranges he picked casually on the road from his arms, and did not forget to touch the wooden box hidden in his arms containing the life-sustaining fruit, his face unconsciously smiled, and he exhaled softly.

Hong Burang quickly peeled and ate the dozen or so wild oranges he had picked, temporarily fooling the Five Organs Temple and suppressing his huge hunger.

"Ahem—"

Blood stains flowed from the corners of Hong Burang's mouth, and the meridians injured by Wang Le were not yet completely complete in this escape, and could only be barely controlled to prevent them from continuing to deteriorate.

"That little bastard is really fucking my nemesis!" Hong Bulet thought depressedly.

As for the so-called resentment, there is no doubt about it, even if all the rivers and lakes are poured out, the hatred between the two cannot be washed away.

The title of an old Hong Kong film from the 90s of the last century "Two Can Only Live One" is the most appropriate way to describe the hatred between the two.

Between the two, it is destined that either he will not let him die, or Wang Leqiao will have braids!

However, at this moment, Hong Burang's first thought must be how to escape from the pursuit of the white-robed man, as for Wang Le, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the future is long!

After resting like this for more than half an hour to recover some strength, Hong Burang didn't dare to delay any longer, and got up from the ground to continue on the road.

"Enough rest?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice exploded across the vast plain.

Hong, who had just stood up, stiffened, and his face was completely difficult to look at with the drastic changes.

At this time, I saw the white-robed man with his hands behind his back, and Shi Shiran slowly walked out of the darkness in the distance, and did not stop until Hong Burang was three meters away in front of him.

The white-robed man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flickered inside, like a cat playing with a mouse, and he teased Hong Bu and said, "Run! Why don't you run?"

After a pause, the white-robed man smiled and continued: "I have already given you a chance before, but as a result, you don't eat and drink for toasting, and now if you want to live, it will be difficult!"

Hong Burang's face was indifferent, but deep in his heart he sighed, and said secretly: "It's better to catch up, the master of the martial arts level, it's really not a person to bluff!"

Along the way, Hong Burang can be said to be trying to get rid of the traces left by himself, or trying to confuse the white-robed man to make the other party go a fork in the road.

But the imagination is very beautiful, but the reality is often very cruel, and now the man in the white robe has been standing in front of him for a long time, what Hong Bulet can feel is as if he has fallen into the abyss, and the incomparable regret and disappointment are full of heart.

The natal magic weapon has been destroyed, and it is impossible to detonate it again like last time to escape from Wang Le's pursuit, Hong Burang thought of this, and his heart trembled!

"God, why are you pushing me so hard!"

Hong Burang muttered to himself, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, full of misery, and even a hint of determination!!

At this time, the white-robed man looked at Hong Burang, who had a desperate face and had nowhere to escape when he reached the end of the road, and his heart was full of joy, as if he had eaten ice cubes in summer.

In that case, I will leave the whole body of your body and find a place to bury it, so that the corpse will not be thrown into the wilderness and gnawed by wild beasts, and you will not be able to live in peace after death. The white-robed man looked like a charity, looked down at Hong Burang and opened his mouth and said.

I saw that Hong Bu let the rickety waist straighten up, and faintly I could see the original high spirits, and the head of the Hong family swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. It's a pity that it's all the same.

"Dare to ask your name and surname, so that someone Hong will not be a fool on the road. Hong Burang asked the white-robed man with a solemn face.

"Huh?" The white-robed man raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of pride, and responded: "I am Zhang Chenzhou, a disciple holding a sword under the throne of Fan Rendian, the Great Protector of the Heavenly King Palace!"

Without waiting for Hong to speak, the white-robed man shook his head and sneered: "I, Zhang Chenzhou, have fulfilled your wish not to be a fool, so did I hand over the treasure in my arms?"

Speaking of this, the white-robed man Zhang Chenzhou looked at the place where Hong Burang's arms bulged out with fiery eyes, full of greed.

Just when Zhang Chenzhou thought that the general trend was settled, Hong Bulet couldn't escape from the palm of his hand, and began to fantasize about the beauty after getting the other party's baby, he saw Hong Burang's miserable face showing a weird smile!

"Zhang Chenzhou, do you think you can catch someone Hong in this way?" Hong Burang's eyes instantly became extremely distant, and he looked at Zhang Chenzhou in front of him, and said with a hint of mockery.

"Oh?" Zhang Chenzhou's long slender eyebrows suddenly wrinkled together, and he began to look Hong up and down, and asked rhetorically: "Not only are your martial arts cultivation lowly and not worth mentioning, but you also have old injuries in your body that have not healed, and now that you are at the end of your crossbow, can it be that you can still stir up any wind and waves?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Chenzhou pretended to look at the darkness around him, and continued disdainfully: "You are single-handed, and you don't see any reinforcements, could it be that the black beads haven't been used up yet?"

Speaking of the black beads, Zhang Chenzhou's face instantly became unpleasant, and he stared at Hong Bulet and said: "I was unprepared at the time, and now I want to repeat my old tricks, do you think I can get my wish?"