"Yu'er!"

"Senior Brother Ling Yu, where are you?"

A group of unloading wrestlers shouted in horror, but they did not respond for a long time.

Between the rolling mist, the butterflies are still dancing, the bees are still busy among the flowers, the trees are swaying in the mist, the birds are necking each other in the haze, except for the sudden fog, and the tension and panic on people's faces, none of them seem to have changed.

Of course, there is also the Yang Lingyu who disappeared without a trace!

Everyone looked around, but they didn't dare to move around at will, for fear that someone would be like Yang Lingyu, leaving nothing but a string of blood and half a wooden cane.

"Master, I, what should we do?"

Yang Lingfei's delicate little face like a fox was full of panic, standing in place, motionless, before Yang Lingyu disappeared, she was the closest to him, and she was also the most frightened of everyone.

Seeing a big living person disappear in front of him, no matter how firm his mind is, he can't be immune to that sudden fear, who knows if the next person to be "devoured" by the stone arch will be her?

Yang Lingfei couldn't tell whether it was her real feeling or psychological fear, she only felt the coldness all around her, and a cold chill poured out from the blue and black stone arch, as if it was a big hand, which would pull her into it at any time.

She regretted it very much, why didn't she stop Yang Lingyu's nonsense just now, why was she still secretly laughing at Chen Yi's "ignorance" in her heart?

It's good now, not only did the stone throw not ask the way out, but asked the ghost!

Yang Fuchen's whisk had been taken off his shoulders and held in his hands, his unique dark purple lips pursed tightly, his eyes looking at the stone arches looming in the mist, without saying a word.

He Qingqing didn't know when she had grabbed Chen Yi's arm and grabbed it so hard, but she didn't notice that at this time, she suddenly sounded the explanation of "throwing stones to ask for directions" just now, which was really stupid enough.

The truth was in Chen Yi's hands, and he said it, but everyone would rather believe in their own experience than believe the words of this dragon rider, who was proficient in the seventy-two Qimen Dunjia masters.

Everyone's eyes were also projected, nailed to Chen Yi's face, with hope and a hint of unease.

Those guys who were jealous because Chen Yi had "seduced" Senior Sister Ling Fei before, and those young disciples who laughed at Chen Yi for being a layman and even knew how to throw stones and ask for directions, all put their hopes on Chen Yi.

It's just that whether those disciples are looking forward to Yang Lingyu's life or his death is unknown.

Yang Fuchen shook off the dust, and the dust whisk made of the tail scattered the dense fog a few feet in front of him, so that he could see Chen Yi's expressionless face clearly.

"Chen Xiaoyou, what do you think?" Yang Fuchen didn't even know where his apprentice had gone, let alone rescued him, so he could only turn to this young descendant for help.

Chen Yi didn't speak, but his left hand kept calculating and deducing, and the spiritual power fluctuation at that moment just now made him have some eyebrows about this Qimen ** array, saving a lot of effort.

It can be said that Yang Lingyu's chaos helped Chen Yi a big favor.

For ten minutes, Chen Yi's face gradually brought a solemnity.

He didn't care about Yang Lingyu's death, he died if he died, and it had nothing to do with him, but they seemed to have to follow in his footsteps.

"Mr. Chen, what the hell is going on?" someone said anxiously.

"I think he's a personal vendetta and a deliberate delay," a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked creature whispered to his companion.

"This person is really Nima poison, he first robbed Senior Brother Yang's woman, but now he has to deliberately delay time. The other also pointed.

Chen Yi calculated carefully there, but Yang Lingyu's brothers couldn't help it, and said everything, as if Yang Lingyu didn't die by himself, but Chen Yi pushed in!

"Chen Xiaoyou, do you have something to say?" The old man Yang Yunyi couldn't hold his temper anymore, but he wasn't like those disciples who were carried away by jealousy, but he was also quite anxious.

Chen Yi just finished calculating, and sighed helplessly, "I'm afraid there is not much hope for Yang Lingyu to survive." ”

"Hope of survival is running out?"

Yang Fuchen was stunned for a moment, although he had already known this result in his heart, but hearing it from Chen Yi's mouth still made him tremble.

That Yang Lingyu is an apprentice he raised since he was a child, because in the early years, a family of people moved mountains withered, except for his uncle who emigrated abroad, only he and a few old people in the clan remained.

In order to regain the glory of the Moving Mountain Gate, and also to find the legendary fateful thing, Yang Fuchen has put a lot of effort into exploring the ancient tombs and recruiting disciples, and this Yang Lingyu is one of the most optimistic among all his disciples who can take charge of the Moving Mountain Gate in the future.

If he is in danger now, it means that all his efforts for more than 20 years have been wasted.

Thinking of this, Yang Fuchen couldn't help but set his eyes on Yang Lingfei, but seeing her footsteps that had not moved since Ling Yu's accident, he sighed secretly, and a thought that had just been brought up was instantly dispelled.

"Little brother, what is the basis for what you say?"

It is not only Yang Fuchen who has watched Yang Lingyu grow up, but this Yang Yunyi is also one of them, no one wants to believe that the child he raised is sentenced to a "death notice", and this Yang Yunyi is the same.

Chen Yi glanced at the disbelieving gaze of the people around him, and said: "You should all know that this Qimen Dunjia is divided into eight gates, Open Door, Rest Gate, Shengmen, Injury Gate, Du Gate, Jingmen, Shocking Gate and Death Gate, the most fierce is the Death Gate, and the most auspicious one is the Life Gate, and these seventy-two Qimen Dunjia and the Yin and Yang Nine Rounds are only four more changes, more complex and more dangerous, but the most basic eight doors and nine stars have not changed.

And behind this stone arch, is the place of the Gate of Death, you say, how much hope is there for Yang Lingyu to survive?"

Yang Lingfei had already retreated, standing beside Chen Yi and Yang Fuchen, and asked, "Then behind is the door of death?" But I didn't find anything dangerous, you see, the flowers, trees, grass, and warblers are flying, and they are very peaceful, and even if Senior Brother Lingyu is there, it should be in our sight, right?"

"Since it's called Qimen ** Array, don't believe what you see. ”

Chen Yi pointed to the butterfly-turning hummingbird in the mist and said, "Have you ever seen an animal that doesn't know fear? The sound just now was no less than a landslide, but none of these animals escaped, don't you think it's strange?"

"Oh, it's true, these animals don't know fear, weird, weird, weird!"

A disciple of the Moving Mountain Sect suddenly said in surprise.

There are no stupid people here, and even Yang Fuchen and other masters have already discovered the strangeness, but Yang Lingyu disappeared suddenly, so they didn't have the heart to think about it.

"Mr. Chen, what should we do then? We can't throw Senior Brother Ling Yu at the door of death and fend for ourselves, right?" someone else said.

"That's it, Mr. Chen, we're going to break through no matter what!"

"Master, what are we going to do, if you say a word, even if we fight for our lives, we will snatch Senior Brother Yang back!"

"Yes, even if we all fold here, we must not leave any of us behind!"

……

The disciples of the mountain movers rolled up their sleeves~ with their sleeves, rubbing their hands, eager to try, and their righteousness was almost about to rush straight to Xiao Han, and those who didn't know really thought that these disciples were affectionate and righteous, and they couldn't bear to be in danger with their hands and feet.

Even He Qingqing couldn't help but be moved by them, if he could twist into a rope with the mountain movers, instead of infighting and infighting, then why not let the great rivers and mountains of China wait, and go to the barren land where the saints of Nanyang do not come?

"Hmph, what you say is better than what you sing, it's so hypocritical!"

Lian'er's voice sounded in Chen Yi's heart, and Chen Yi could even imagine Lian'er's upturned little nose wrinkled with disdain.

Not to mention, the acting skills of these disciples are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

What happened to Master's favorite disciple?

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

If you show yourself well, you can at least leave a good impression of cherishing your siblings in front of the Master.

As for whether they will actually do it, that's not something they can worry about.

Yang Fuchen has always been wise and decisive, if he wants to risk his life, then no one can stop him, if he doesn't want to lose a big one because of a small one, then it is useless for anyone to persuade him.

So, these people have been yelling for half the day, it's just a bunch of nonsense!

As an outsider, Chen Yi, with a hint of ridicule, stood aside and swallowed the clouds and spitted fog, allowing the choking smell of the big white general to contaminate this "pure land".

"Shut up!"

Yang Fuchen shouted angrily, everyone instantly shut up, and the top of the mountain, which was still noisy just now, instantly quieted down, leaving only the sound of the whirring wind and the chirping of birds and insects echoing in their ears.

He clenched his teeth, with a heavy pain on his face, and said: "Yu'er is in danger, which no one wants to see, I also want to save him, but as Chen Yi said, it is the door of death, nine deaths and no life, and one person has been trapped, can you all take it in?"

Yang Fuchen struggled, and didn't want to make such a ruthless and unrighteous decision, but he had no choice, the things that the mountain movers had been looking for for hundreds of years might be here, and he didn't want to ruin the opportunities that generations had been looking for, and he didn't want to bury the people who had worked hard to develop the mountain movers.

Yu'er's life is life, but other people's lives are also life!

"If I get out of that Caiyun Gorge and get that orb, I, Yang, am still alive, I will definitely break through this door of life and death again, even if Yu'er only has corpses left, I will find him back!"

Yang Fuchen's voice floated in the mountains for a long time, and the aftermath was lingering, and the echo was unconscious, which made many calculating disciples suddenly feel ashamed.

"Well, that's true!"

Lian'er's voice sounded again, but Chen Yi didn't have time to take care of this little girl, looked at Yang Fuchen, and said: "Senior Yang, I'm afraid it's not up to you to call the shots in this matter, if you want to enter Caiyun Gorge, I'm afraid there is only one way, and that is this door of death!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to everyone again, with ridicule on his face, and said: "Qimen Dunjia is divided into eight gates, but this is the seventy-two rounds of Qimen Dunjia, and the changes are far better than the nine games of yin and yang. ”

"Originally, Chen was afraid that there would be people who were greedy for life and afraid of death, but I didn't expect that all of you were righteous, thinking of brotherhood, and risking your life, it was me who spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

"Since everyone has this mind, haha, then as you say, no matter what, we are going to break through!"

As soon as Chen Yi's words came out, the group of disciples who were shouting Huanshi just now suddenly became dumb, looking at each other, not knowing how to speak.

Oh, I'm going to fuck your uncle, why do you play people like that?

Among all the people, only Chen Yi laughed happily, Nima, is it really good-tempered to be Lao Tzu? Do you really think that you are scolding Lao Tzu behind your back, Lao Tzu can't hear it?