He Zhengfeng looked at the direction Han Zhuo left and glanced at Ma Chaocheng: "This is the master you are talking about?"

Ma Chaocheng was dumbfounded: "He, he, he...... That wasn't the case just now. ”

Seeing that Han Zhuo was about to disappear from view, He Zhengfeng hurriedly summoned Gangfeng and followed closely with Ye Bo.

Ma Chaocheng didn't have time to think about it, so he had to do it, and finally caught up with He Zhengfeng in front of him, and said loudly: "Senior brother, did he deliberately release water and divert the tiger from the mountain?"

He Zhengfeng replied: "It's possible, let's act when the opportunity arises, such a good opportunity, even if he doesn't kidnap Lu Qiu Jing, it will be a huge gain to be able to find out some news about the Sword Sect." ”

The two brothers followed Han Zhuo closely, Han Zhuo was afraid that the volley would be too fast, and they would not be able to keep up, so they had to follow them, stepping on the leaves of the wind-swept trees and slowly flying towards the direction of the frozen spring.

Rao is like this, he has to wait for them every once in a while, touched his chin by the way, and scolded in pain: "Damn, if they hadn't bitten their lips, they wouldn't have dared to follow." ”

In this way, the trip of at most half an hour took more than two hours before Han Zhuo could see the snow-capped mountain where the frozen spring was located from a distance.

Lu Qiu Jing sat on a big rock, holding his cheeks with both hands, and on the ground next to him, the Ice Spirit Sword Spirit was running around, Lu Qiu Jing looked at him and said, "Can you stop for a while?"

Thinking that this guy may not have seen the sun for tens of thousands of years, it is inevitable that he will be a little excited, and he will not care about him, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw the wind and water not far ahead, and two huge waves in mid-air, one tide on top of the other, surging towards this side.

With joy in his heart, he stood up on the spot with a force on his feet, and sure enough, he saw Han Zhuo stepping on the front of the waves and flying towards this side, and the waves under his feet turned out to be layers of thin branches and leaves.

Lu Qiu Jing thought happily in his heart: "It's better to step on the waves and walk more majesticly, volleying into the void, it's almost faster, but it's not so good-looking." ”

Seeing that he had arrived at his destination, Han Zhuo no longer cared about the slow speed of the two brothers behind him, so he stepped over quickly, and stepped on it directly, saying that he would do a full set of plays, lay down on the ground, and rolled a few times.

Lu Qiujing was taken aback, helped Han Zhuo up, and saw that there was still blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, and he was even more shocked: "You...... Are you hurt?"

Han Zhuo scolded: "I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless, two to fight one." ”

When did Lu Qiujing see Han Zhuo's attitude, she forgot that she was acting, her eyes suddenly moistened, and she almost didn't cry, but in a blink of an eye, she saw that He Zhengfeng and Ma Chaocheng had already followed behind, and then saw Han Zhuo keep glancing at herself, only then did she understand, and she suddenly burst into laughter.

Not far away, on the big stone where Luqiu was originally sitting quietly, Bing Luo looked at all this speechlessly, hugged his chest and sneered coldly: "Childish!"

"Senior Sister Lu Qiu Jing, do you really have to be here?" Ma Chaocheng took the lead in landing on two feet, standing in front of Lu Qiu Jing, facing Han Zhuo, as if facing a great enemy.

He Zhengfeng was in mid-air at this time, still standing on a small whirlwind, and the leaves under his feet kept spinning like a top: "I am He Zhengfeng, a disciple of Jian Youchen of the Martial Arts National Art Museum, what is this friend called?"

Han Zhuo thought to himself that the Shinto Society would not be bad for this pot anyway: "Eight Grid Press, I am the Shendao Society...... The hawk Satoshi Yamamoto sits under the Sanada blade, the two of you fight one, it is not a real skill, and you have the ability to fight with me. ”

He Zhengfeng suddenly became furious, and his eyes almost burst into flames: "What? You are Sanada Blade, I will kill you today to avenge my senior brother." ”

Han Zhuo slapped his head: "It's over, it's done, I forgot that Sanada Blade is the person they hate the most now, and they want to kill the person who avenges Cai Xuwen." ”