Chapter 202: Leaving the town with treasure

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Lou Qingshu gritted his teeth, raised his right hand with difficulty and held the halberd shaft, as if he wanted to pull out Fang Tianshu's halberd, but the tip of Fang Tianshu's halberd seemed to grow in his flesh, no matter how Lou Qingshu pulled it out, it was difficult to pull out a fraction.

"Dying like this will inevitably cheapen you."

Ye Feng's eyes were indifferent, without the slightest pity and sympathy, and he took a step and went directly to Lou Qingshu.

I saw Ye Feng raise his hand and grab Lou Qingshu's wrist, secretly mobilize his vitality to follow his whole body, and the powerful suction went straight to Lou Qingshu's dantian.

The sharp pain in his chest made Lou Qingshu feel painful, but it was not as painful as the pain of being sucked away.

Gradually, as the vitality in the dantian became less and less, Lou Qingshu's breath became extremely weak. When the last wisp of vitality left his body, Lou Qingshu looked up at Ye Feng with the little strength he had left.

At this moment, the look in his eyes was exactly the same as before Yin Fu died, and he couldn't tell whether it was fear, despair or disbelief.

Five breaths, Ye Feng killed the two of them and only used five breaths.

Turning around indifferently and not looking at Lou Qingshu, only to hear a whoosh, Ye Feng pulled out Fang Tianhalberd, and left the treasure house with the aftermath of Lou Qingshu falling to the ground.

This battle! Lou Qingshu and the others have no power to resist, and under the powerful martial arts cultivation, the road that the weak will embark on is undoubtedly the Yellow Spring of Hell.

Ye Feng did not pity the death of the two, in fact, when he saw the two of them for the first time, Ye Feng did not plan to let the two leave alive.

The young master of the Sword Sect, Yu Zhongnan, was right, Ye Feng's blood was hot. If it was the previous Ye Feng, he would most likely appreciate the talents of the two, and finally take them under the Ancient Ye Sect regardless of his previous suspicions.

But now, the blood in Ye Feng's body has changed, quietly transforming into cold blood.

Involved in martial arts, fresh clothes and angry horses pointed at the rivers and lakes. After a long period of killing, which person's blood is still hot? And who hasn't had enough blood on his hands?

There is only one answer, and there are very few.

Since ancient times, it has been said that one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. Ye Feng is not a sage, but he also knows how not to kill, but what to do...... This is the rivers and lakes.

After a while, Ye Feng walked out of the labyrinth.

Since Ye Feng entered, Zhang Jie, Fu Hai, and the inner disciples had tensed their nerves, and their round eyes were staring at the entrance of the labyrinth cave.

Ye Feng walked out suddenly, which also startled the people around the entrance of the cave. However, after seeing that it was Ye Feng, these inner disciples did not attack.

"Sect Master! What ...... are you? Zhang Jie greeted him, glanced at Fang Tianji, who was dripping blood, and gasped and asked.

"Kill two treasure thieves inside." Ye Feng didn't explain too much, glanced at the hundreds of disciples, and said loudly: "The inner disciple listens to the order and quickly lights the torch." ”

At the sound of an order, the surrounding disciples scattered in a hurry to light the torches, and took advantage of this opportunity Ye Feng turned to look at Zhang Jie and Fu Hai, his expression became serious, and said, "You two lead the team into the labyrinth, and you can reach the treasure house by walking along the rope." After arriving at the treasure house, the two of you will first classify the martial arts cheats according to their quality, and then ask the disciples to bring them up one by one. The same goes for weapons and miscellaneous items, if you find a disciple who is greedy, write down the name and tell me. ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Jie and Fu Hai hugged their fists and said yes, and when the five hundred torches were lit one by one, Zhang Jie and Fu Hai took the lead in the maze with the torches, and then the excited disciples also followed.

Ye Feng didn't leave, he took Fang Tianhalberd and turned his head to look in the direction of Tulong Mound in the north of the town, and his eyes gradually revealed a touch of pity and pain.

When Ye Feng recalled Han Fei and his wife, time passed bit by bit. When it was midnight, a disciple came out with a stack of books.

Without Ye Feng to explain, the disciples who came out walked to the carriage one by one, put the martial arts cheats in their arms on the carriage, turned around and walked into the maze again.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, and the martial arts cheats moved from the treasure vault filled thirty carriages.

Time was in a hurry, and after the second hour, some disciples held long swords in their arms, and some held three or four treasure swords in their hands, which were placed on different carriages according to the classification of weapons.

Don't look at the martial arts cheats used in the carriages are not much, but the weapons occupy too much space, and after half an hour, there are more than 210 carriages full of weapons, the number of which is no less than 3,000 pieces.

Fortunately, Ye Feng asked Zhang Jie to prepare enough carriages, otherwise not only would he not be able to finish loading the weapons, but he would not even be able to take away the sundries in the treasure house.

After a busy night, everyone finally removed the debris before dawn. As far as the eye could see, the contents of the treasure vault were filled with three hundred carts.

"Sect Master! The treasures are all recorded. However, there was a black box underneath that no one could move, so it was left in the treasure vault by his subordinates. Zhang Jie said.

Ye Feng nodded and instructed a few disciples on the side to pull the rope out of the maze. Then he took out the silver medal from his bosom and closed the first machine, and pondered for a moment.

"Zhang Jie! Ten disciples were singled out to stay in Wangu Town, and they had been secretly observing the situation of the treasure house for a long time. ”

Ye Feng had long known that the black box could not be taken away, but he was a little uneasy to put it in the treasure house, and felt that it was better to send someone to keep an eye on it secretly.

Ye Feng had never seen what was in the box, but he always felt that the contents of the black box were very valuable, far better than the treasures on the three hundred carriages.

Zhang Jie, who received the order to make arrangements, quickly walked back, and there were ten people standing behind him.

Judging from their respective faces, Ye Feng felt that the ten people selected by Zhang Jie were quite reliable, at least each of them had a clear look in their eyes, without the slightest flash of greed.

"Yes! Let's choose these ten disciples. Ye Feng nodded, and said to the ten people: "Guarding the treasure house is important, but you must not defend it. Once there is something that cannot be solved, the news can be transmitted back to the sect with flying pigeons. ”

"Yes!" The ten people bowed to Ye Feng and replied in unison.

Ye Feng nodded, turned around on the spot and took one last look around, and sighed lightly: "Let's go." ”

At the exit of the two characters, I saw hundreds of disciples divided into two teams to protect both sides of the carriage. As Ye Feng walked ahead, three hundred carriages covered by tarpaulins moved slowly, slowly moving from West Street towards the north of the town.

Half an hour later, the mighty army had already left Wangu Town. When Ye Feng came to the foot of the Earth Dragon Hill, Ye Feng waved his hand and motioned for the team behind him to stop.

"Zhang Jie, go and inform the coachman to park the three hundred carriages on Tulong Hill. Then gather 500 disciples to assemble at the mouth of the tomb on the west side. ”

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