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The woods are also faintly illuminated.

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Meng Zheng frowned and said, "It's not a coincidence. ”

Ye Qiu said: "How?" ”

Meng Zheng glanced at the crowd again, and said slowly: "Among the people who came with the boat, one of them has already arrived at the beach. ”

Ye Qiuqi said: "So what? ”

Meng Zheng said coldly: "Every year, the island owner will only invite five people to the island, and the rest will die." ”

Ye Qiu glanced at Zhang Feng and said with a smile: "Understood, then which of us will die?" ”

He Yifei's face changed.

Zhang Feng stood up and said hatefully: "It's better to ......"

Before the words fell, Zhang Feng had already swung his sword to attack.

This time it was not the Wudang faction's Wudang swordsmanship, but Zhang Feng's own ethereal swordsmanship.

Meng Zheng glanced at it, and was about to reach out to grab it.

Not all swordsmanship can be caught by him.

The ethereal sword technique was strange and changeable, Zhang Feng's wrist flicked, and the sword blade slid diagonally along Meng Zheng's arm.

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't miss the opportunity!" ”

Wang Bao hurriedly picked up the Xuantie ring and was about to rush up, but was stopped by Ye Qiu.

Wang apologized and said, "Ye Gongzi ......"

Ye Qiu smiled faintly and said, "He didn't give me any silver." ”

He Yifei also smiled: "There are exactly four of us." ”

Monk Pukong lowered his head and said: "Sins and sins, since I met Ye Gongzi, the sins in the little monk's heart have increased a few points. ”

Ye Qiu smiled silently.

Zhang Feng's sword was opened by Meng Zheng, and he glanced at the four people standing on the side, his eyes full of resentment.

Wang Qian said angrily: "Ye Gongzi, Zhang Feng trusts us so much, but you are so unrighteous!" I'm wrong! ”

Ye Qiu watched the play coldly.

There is one more or less person on the rivers and lakes, and it has nothing to do with him.

Ye Qiu is a prodigal son, not a chivalrous man.

The prodigal son can save his life for his friends, he can wander the world for the woman he loves most, but he is more willing to save his life in the face of death.

Wang Qian danced the hoop and jumped into the battle circle.

Although Zhang Feng's ethereal swordsmanship was wonderful and changeable, Meng Zheng was useless even with a short sword.

Meng Zheng's body is extremely weird, it is completely a kind of life-fighting tactics, the whole body is empty, but if the other party attacks, the empty door suddenly becomes a trap.

The fallen leaves were rolled up by the vigor and surrounded the two.

Wang Qian's iron ring talks about strength, and as soon as he rushed into the battle circle, the fallen leaf ring raised by the two was suddenly broken open a gap, and then immediately closed.

Ye Qiu nodded and said, "Wonderful." ”

He Yifei nodded and said, "It's rare." ”

The monk hung his head anxiously and said, "Sin, sin, sin." ”

Figures come and go, and fallen leaves fly.

Zhang Feng's sword was shocked by Meng Zheng and suddenly took it out of his hand.

Meng Zheng suddenly stopped, took a few steps back, and said coldly: "Zhang Gongzi, congratulations." ”

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The seven-star sword is the treasure of Wudang Town, and only the head and quasi-head can wear it.

As a representative sect of the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, Zhang Feng has always been proud of this sword.

Now Zhang Feng cried for this sword, and cried on his knees with a thud, crying for the first time in two hundred years that this sword had killed a righteous person.

The seven-star sword was inserted straight into Wang Qian's heart.

Wang Qian's eyes were still wide.

Those who have grievances in their hearts cannot turn a blind eye after death.

Ye Qiu said lightly: "It's not your fault, Master Zhang doesn't have to be too sad." ”

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When Wolf Ya looked back, Ye Qiu and the others were walking towards him.

Meng Zheng was still leading the way in front of everyone, but when he came out of the woods, he didn't know where he had disappeared.

Zhang Feng's expression was blank, but Ye Qiu smiled silently.

Wolf said coldly: "You are very happy. ”

Ye Qiu said with a smile: "The scenery on the island is very beautiful, and there are beautiful women, which makes He Yifei have a good time." ”

Ye Qiu paused and said, "And there is a good result and a bad result." ”

The wolf lean lowered his head and touched the black wolf sword in his arms.

At the beginning in the woods, if he didn't have this incomparable black wolf sword, he might not be able to catch the hidden weapon of the Falling Flower God General.

Ye Qiu continued: "The good result is that my friend and I didn't die, and the bad result is that I can't earn the 50,000 taels of silver from Mr. Wang's dart." ”

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Ye Qiu stood on the reef where Wolf Lai was standing, standing side by side with him, looking to the east.

It was already evening, and He Yifei and Monk Pukong were busy lighting a bonfire.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "We didn't find any food. ”

Wolf Rim said coldly: "I have changed my mind and don't want to eat your meat." ”

Ye Qiu smiled: "I found out just now." ”

Wolf Li smiled slightly: "Meng Zheng brought it when he came back, and now he goes back and drives the boat." ”

The first time Ye Qiu saw the wolf smile, Ye Qiu also smiled.

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Ye Qiu jumped off the reef and dragged a dead sheep out of the dark crack under the rock.

When He Yifei saw it, he hurriedly slapped his palm with a fan and shouted: "Oops, oops, I miss the taste of meat too much." ”

Pukong muttered: "The little monk doesn't eat meat. ”

Ye Qiu laughed: "Monk, if you don't eat, you will starve to death, so let's taste the taste of meat." ”

Zhang Feng stared blankly at the jumping bonfire, and the fire shadow on the ground behind him shook.

Perhaps his belief had been completely shattered in Ye Qiu.

With an innocent smile on his face, Ye Qiu patted He Yifei's shoulder vigorously, talking and laughing loudly.

Master Ruoxin sat by the campfire, looking suspiciously at the wolf's face.

That face that should have been handsome, but it was mercilessly scarred.

The general meaning of a scar will not be more than two, hatred...... Or sorrow.

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Ye Qiu burped.

He Yifei's roasting sheep skills are really not bad.

Monk Pukong endured to eat two bites, and spit out with a "wow".

Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "Waste." ”

The wolf didn't look back, and said coldly: "When you arrive on the island, the owner of the island will naturally treat you to a banquet." ”

Ye Qiu picked up a leg of mutton and shook it: "You don't want to eat it?" ”

The wolf ignored it, and the hand holding the black wolf sword trembled slightly.

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