In the largest tent in the barracks, the lights were as bright as day,

"I heard that the eldest grandson was once adopted by an old man surnamed Yan, and later changed his surname to Yan. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mu Zhiyi said as he waved his hand to call a maid and ordered tea.

Wu Zhi also relaxed at this time, but he still frowned: I have heard of this, but since he is Cangyun's little son, how could Cangyun let him come to this barren land alone.

"Don't underestimate him, if he wants to run today, if I don't exert my strength, everyone here won't be able to keep him."

Mu Zhiyi's slender fingers shook the teacup lightly, and there was a hint of danger in his tone.

Hearing this, Wu Zhiwenhu and the others' originally nervous expressions suddenly turned into shock, if other people said this, they wouldn't believe it, but the monks don't speak, and the senior brother never lies.

"He's only five years old at most, and Senior Brother Mu Zhiyi is almost thirty, so it's terrible to be able to let him run away!"

Wen Hu drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, completely unaware of the prickly prickly words in his words.

Wu Zhi and the others' original seats were already empty, and only Wen Hu and Mu Zhiyi were left in the entire camp.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Wen Hu also noticed the cold murderous aura in the air at this time, got up and said embarrassedly: Senior brother, it's nothing, I'll go back and get busy.

"Come, senior brother, let's see if your cultivation has improved recently."

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In the distance, Wu Zhi and the others heard the sound of killing pigs, and they dispersed without saying a word, and the senior brother made a move, which was really ruthless.

The evening breeze was a little cool, Mu Zhixi was blown a little sober, rubbed her eyes and opened them again.

Yan Wuwu looked at the woman who was crouching in the corner and curled up in a ball. Mu Zhixi hugged her knees with her arms and buried her head between her legs, a small lump, looking weak and helpless, like a homeless cat.

Somehow, Yan Wuwu felt his heart contract rapidly, and his right hand moved forward, and a flame formed by spiritual power dispersed the humidity of the night.

"You Five Immortal Sects are idle, what are you doing here?" Yan Wuwu didn't have anything to say.

Mu Zhixi stood up, squatted so that her feet were a little numb, and rubbed her legs as if nothing happened.

The cold air was stirred by someone for a moment, and the sound of breaking wind was getting closer and closer, and in the next second, Mu Zhixi's figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.

"It's a good carriage, and it looks like I've got some income tonight."

A joking voice came, Yan Wuwu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say: Nima, bandit?

"Bandit Nima, Lao Tzu is a bandit." The voice outside suddenly became a little colder.

Yan Wuwu pushed open the small window of the carriage, looked at the more than 20 people gathered around the carriage, and easily found the person who had just spoken.

"I'll give you a chance, get out of the calf."

Yan Wuwu said very seriously, the two hands clicked straight, like a battle-hardened veteran.

The man who spoke at the beginning, dressed in red leather armor and carrying a red tassel gun, seemed to be the leader of this group of bandits, glanced at Yan Wuwu on the carriage, and said with a low smile: You rich second generation always can't figure out the situation.

As soon as the red tassel gun in the man's hand was raised, a pockmarked-faced thief walked to the carriage and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Wuwu out.

"Wait, my curtain is woven of gold wire, it's precious, I'll come down by myself."

Yan Wuwu said as he jumped out of the carriage, not tall, just up to the window of the carriage.

The pock-faced thief suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Haha, little thing, what kind of character does the uncle think it is."

When the surrounding thieves heard this, they all laughed, the little fart who didn't have any hair grown, was surprisingly lucky today.

The bandit leader, who originally had a straight face, also laughed at this moment, stuck the red tassel gun in his hand on the ground, walked in front of Yan Wuwu, and said: Whose doll are you, if you can exchange some money, I will consider not letting you suffer from flesh and skin.

"You should take a good look, in addition to gold, silver and jade, I also have this cloud martial intent."

Yan Wuwu looked at the bandit leader in front of him with a straight face, and said solemnly.

The bandit leader, who was originally chuckling, turned cold, pulled out the red tassel gun on the ground, and a ball of fire appeared on the tip of the gun.

"I'll say it again, put your weapon down, don't you want to taste the Blood Knife."

As he spoke, Yan Wuwu slowly pulled out a long knife in his right hand, and his voice was a little more impatient.

"Little brat, you're overdoing it."

The bandit leader picked up the red tassel spear in his hand, and the right general stomped on the ground fiercely, rushing towards Yan Wuwu.

"It seems that you don't understand the preciousness of life."

The blood knife in Yan Wuwu's hand was horizontal, and in the next second, his figure flashed, and the red tassel spear in the hand of the bandit leader was broken into two.

There was silence all around, and the blood on the shoulders of the bandit leader fell to the ground dripping, which was very clear at this time.

"You're not going to kill me?"

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The bandit leader stopped talking, pursed his lips, and turned to leave.

Yan Wuwu withdrew the blood knife, took out a spirit grass and fed it to the horse, patted the horse's buttocks, and jumped into the carriage.

"Why don't you kill him."

Mu Zhixi didn't know when, she had already returned to the carriage, and glanced at Yan Wuwu suspiciously.

Yan Wuwu closed his eyes, and the old god was saying: There is no deep hatred, why kill them all.

Looking at Yan Wuwu, who closed her eyes and recuperated, Mu Zhixi's heart turned over for a while, obviously she was a little child, and she said it like an old Jianghu.

On the other side, the bandit leader who had been far away stood in place at this time, as if he had changed a person.

The original knife wound on the shoulder has long since disappeared, as if it has not been injured.

"Little boy Cangyun, it really deserves his reputation."

A hoarse and cold voice sounded, and a thin man walked out, looked at the bandit leader, and said: Lian Jiang, even you are not his opponent, this time His Highness is going to be a heel.

"If he is allowed to return to Cangyun unharmed, it will be a big trouble for His Highness, you go back to the palace to mobilize Xuanyi Guard, and I will go to Cangxue Dragon City."

After Lian Jiang finished speaking, he jumped and disappeared into the dark night.

The night was thick, and the faint moonlight faded behind the gray clouds.

In the dense woods, a straight figure stood tall, and its golden robe fluttered slightly in the night breeze, incompatible with the thick night.

The man exuded the aura of a noble king, announcing his unusual revered status, and behind him knelt respectfully a masked man in a dark suit.

"What's going on over there?" The ink-robed man asked lightly, no emotion could be heard in his indifferent tone.

The masked man respectfully arched his hand and said: Without the slightest movement, the young lady wrote a list and hoped that His Highness would cultivate.

He took the list from the masked man's hand, and after just a glance, it turned to ashes.

"These people deserve the word genius, it's really humorous."

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