Danzong's purpose in the Qingshui Country is as mysterious as Danzong's actions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ye Feng couldn't guess Danzong's intentions, but in his heart, he felt that Danzong's low-key long-term residence in Qingshui Country definitely contained a shocking secret.

In the blink of an eye, when Ye Feng and Zhang Jie talked until midnight, the two of them still guessed Danzong's intentions. As soon as the time passed, Ye Feng also let Zhang Jie rest. And he sat there and meditated cross-legged, although his eyes were slightly closed, but he was not in a steady position, always paying attention to the wind and grass around him, and sat there silently guarding the seven thousand people.

The day was dawning, and a ray of light from the east dispelled the darkness of the night. In the woods on both sides of the ancient road, a birdsong completely broke the silence.

The 7,000 people on the ancient road opened their eyes one after another from the state of meditation, took a deep breath and stood up, stretched their muscles and bones in place a few times, and their eyes were like electricity, obviously they had a good night's rest.

Ye Feng, who had been silently guarding all night, didn't know when he had stood up. At this moment, he was standing there with his halberd in his back and his back to his disciples, looking at the Qingling Mountain fifty miles away.

Zhang Jie came to Ye Feng's side with a knife, and just wanted to ask when to leave, but found that Ye Feng's face was a little unpleasant, and the sword eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were staring at the mountain peaks in the distance without blinking.

Slightly stunned, Zhang Jie swallowed back what he wanted to say, and turned his head to look at Qingling Mountain with curiosity in his eyes.

By the light of the early sun, it can be seen that a white mist is floating in the sky above Qingling Mountain. What is a little strange is that the white mist floating in the sky is also mixed with wisps of black silk. The black and white qi actually surrounded Qingling Mountain in just a quarter of an hour, and people couldn't help but sigh at the same time, they would feel that Qingling Mountain was like a naturally formed ink fairyland.

"Sect Master! What's wrong? Zhang Jie didn't see anything strange, and the side leader looked at Ye Feng with confusion and asked.

Ye Fengshu stretched his eyebrows, retracted his gaze, and barely squeezed out a few smiles on his face: "No...... What, inform the disciples to rush to Danzong. ”

Although Ye Feng didn't say anything, Zhang Jie still noticed something wrong from Ye Feng's expression. However, Ye Feng didn't say anything, and Zhang Jie knew that he couldn't ask, so he turned around and went to inform his disciple to leave.

Ye Feng glanced at the direction of Qingling Mountain again, then retracted his gaze and got on the horse, and after the seven thousand people behind him were ready to go, he knocked his feet on the horse's belly and headed towards Danzong.

Fifty miles, forty miles, thirty-five miles, twenty miles.

Ye Feng led seven thousand people to get closer and closer to Qingling Mountain, and when Ye Feng was only ten miles away from Qingling Mountain, Ye Feng's left hand grabbed the reins suddenly, and the black horse under him immediately stopped.

Ye Feng suddenly stopped moving forward, making Zhang Jie behind him stunned for a moment, raised his right hand and waved it in the air, signaling the seven thousand army behind him to stop.

Looking at Ye Feng's motionless back, Zhang Jie's brows furrowed more and more.

With Ye Feng coming out this time, Zhang Jie felt that Ye Feng was worried before. And now, as he gets closer and closer to Danzong, Ye Feng is not only preoccupied, but also has an inexplicable weirdness.

Riding a horse to Ye Feng's side, Zhang Jie first glanced at Qingling Mountain, and what fell into his eyes was still what he saw in the early morning. If there is a change, it is that there are more black threads in the white mist.

"Sect Master! Finally....... Zhang Jie turned his head sideways, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly choked up.

At this moment, he saw that Ye Feng's expression was a little painful, as if he was enduring something. And those bright black eyes were full of horror and deep jealousy.

Zhang Jie really didn't understand how Ye Feng's eyes could have such a look, and why there was a painful expression on his face. If it was caused by that Qingling Mountain, it would make Zhang Jie even more confused, because that Qingling Mountain ...... And there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Zhang ...... Jay! Go...... Go and tell your disciples to be vigilant. Nadan Zong ...... Ay! Go ahead. Ye Feng's words were trembling, as if he had discovered something extremely terrifying.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was a little pale, Zhang Jie's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing that Ye Feng turned his attention to Qingling Mountain again, Zhang Jie sighed secretly and led the horse to remind his children.

The army of thousands of people continued to move forward, but with Ye Feng's strange instructions, these seven thousand people also tensed up their nerves one by one, and looked at the dense forests on both sides of the ancient road from time to time, vigilant of the changes around them all the time.

The army drove another seven miles, and there was no ambush on the road, except for the autumn wind whining in the woods. It wasn't until they came to the foot of Qingling Mountain after walking three miles that the seven thousand disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ye Feng one by one without saying anything, but they also muttered in their hearts that Ye Feng was making too much of a fuss. Even some disciples doubted whether Ye Feng was frightened by the name of Danzong, so that he walked cautiously along the way, as if he was afraid of being ambushed.

At first, Zhang Jie also had this idea in his heart, but when he came down to Ye Feng in Qingling Mountain, Zhang Jie saw the sweat on Ye Feng's forehead and his pale face, and he faintly sensed that Ye Feng must have discovered something. And it wasn't until this moment that Zhang Jie knew that what Ye Feng was really looking at was not Qingling Mountain, but the black and white mist that was intertwined with black and white and shrouded Qingling Mountain.

Zhang Jie also looked at the fog for a long time, but he still didn't find anything abnormal, and then bowed to Ye Feng with a smile: "Sect Master!" You have come this way, how can your subordinates think you ....... ”

"Tell each disciple to tear off a piece of clothing, and then send someone to find water to get wet, and then cover the mouth and nose with a wet cloth, so as not to suck in the fog in the sky as much as possible." Ye Feng retracted his gaze and said fearfully.

Ye Feng's expression was very flustered, and after explaining, he looked at the sky again.

Zhang Jie hesitated for a moment, and did not immediately turn around to inform, but bowed down and said, "Sect Master, what's wrong with that fog?" The subordinates didn't ...... it. ”

"Where did all this nonsense come from? Go. Ye Feng suddenly retracted his gaze, staring at Zhang Jie with anger on his face.

Zhang Jie trembled slightly in fright, didn't dare to say a word, and hurriedly turned around and left.

And at the moment when Zhang Jie left, Ye Feng didn't even look at Qingling Mountain, which was close at hand, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged and pinched his hands in front of the dantian.

In fact, outsiders don't know at all that the originally silent yin death qi in Ye Feng's dantian has been revived as early as ten miles away. As Ye Feng came to the foot of Qingling Mountain, the speed at which the Yin Death Qi twisted and tumbled was already extremely fast. If it weren't for Ye Feng's strong vitality to suppress it, the yin death qi would have already broken through Ye Feng's dantian and wantonly destroyed his internal organs.

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