After Feng Yi and Qing Rang escaped from the hands of that group of mercenaries, they were trying their best to find a way to escape from Lan Jiameduo and wanted to go back to the city to move the soldiers, but they met the Baimei Daoist. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The original Feng Yi was running wild on the road with Qingluo and Qingluo on the back, this is a road temporarily opened up by Feng Yi on the road, and Qingluo is a divine beast of the Vermilion Bird tablet, naturally it doesn't matter if it runs on the ground, mainly because both sides of this "road" are all woods, if Qingluo flies in the air, the target is too big.

Just when Feng Yi relied on his memory to determine the location of the road he came from by observing the sky at night, and was about to return from the original road, the Baimei Daoist was standing on the road they had to pass, waiting for Feng Yi, as if he had already calculated everything.

When this ancient cyan robe came into Feng Yi's eyes, Feng Yi's pupils contracted suddenly, and he instantly squatted down and took out a dagger from his boots. - Feng Yi has no weapons on his body at this time, except for the dagger, but he knows that if the Baimei Daoist is really his master, even if he joins forces with Bu Zhou, he may not be able to have much chance of winning.

The Taoist in the sunset, standing with his back to Feng Yi, his white hair was tied behind his head, tied with the same ancient blue hairband, and there was a piece of jade on the hairband, on which was hollowed out and carved bamboo. At this time, the Taoist was holding the dust in his hand, closing his eyes and raising his head, as if he was enjoying the last sunshine of the day.

His light-colored clothes looked out of place with the dust raised by the wind around him, and under the evening sky, there seemed to be a sense of tranquility around the white-eyed Taoist.

If, it wasn't for him who established the Feng Shui Department, if it wasn't for him, Tu Cun, if, he wasn't the Bai family...... Then Feng Yi doesn't have to be so uncomfortable at the moment.

Feng Yi held the hand of the dagger, trembling slightly, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of Qing let no one take care of him; The two generations who were afraid of the Bai family actually wanted to kill each other for their own selfish desires.

"You're no match for me." The white-eyed Daoist didn't even turn around, and said categorically with his back to Feng Yi: "After you hand over the magic weapon you have in your hand to me, I will keep you safe and sound." ”

Feng Yi is a bloody man, of course he will not succumb to Bai Mei's proposal, he held the dagger in his right hand, punched with his left hand, and spat at the open space next to him: "Don't you think, how can the people of the Bai family give in." The words "Fengyi" and "Bai Family" are bitten very hard, which is intended to remind Baimei Daoist people not to forget their roots.

After hearing Feng Yi's words, the Baimei Daoist lost his mind for a while, it seems that the two little guys of the Bai family have already guessed their identities, but they are just ...... Bai Mei showed an unpredictable smile on his face, and he didn't go around in circles with Feng Yi, and said directly: "Since they are all members of the Bai family, avoid killing each other, you should give me the things." ”

Feng Yi thought about many scenarios, but he never expected him to admit his Bai family's identity like this, and he didn't hide it at all, although it was the result that he had already guessed, but Feng Yi still found it difficult to accept.

"Something for you? Don't. After Feng Yi finished speaking, he poured most of his power into his feet, and his steps were brisk and agile towards Bai Mei. Feng Yi used most of the exercises in his body at this time, of course he knew how powerful this uncle of his was, and he couldn't win the tug-of-war, so it was better to directly break the kettle and sink the boat to fight once.

Bai Mei's ears trembled slightly, he already knew that Feng Yi was attacking him, and the look on his face didn't know whether he was affirming his junior, or laughing at Feng Yi for not being able to do anything. Even Bai Mei didn't even open his eyes, after Feng Yi approached him and was within a foot of him, the Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, and his body was like an exploding balloon, with a "bang" sound, the huge air flow from his body spread out.

Feng Yi was blocked by the airflow, although the oncoming airflow was very strong, but Feng Yi's cultivation was much better than that of the descendants of his peers, plus he had absorbed a lot of exercises from other schools, and his foundation was relatively good, so he was only hindered by this airflow, but he was not injured.

Feng Yi was still changing his pace rapidly, not wanting his footsteps to become the basis for the Baimei Daoist to judge the offensive route, but it was just too much.

"The Battle of the Trapped Beasts." The white-eyed Taoist listened to the back life attacking him, and stretched out the dust in his hand backwards, left and right, and resolved Feng Yi's attack in a few clicks, leaving no empty door.

The silk thread on the dust, as if it was alive, tightly wrapped around the dagger in Feng Yi's hand, and Feng Yi, who held the handle of the dagger, also felt the suction from the end of the dust that was constantly surging towards his hand, these suction forces seemed to be leading the power in his body outward, and instantly ignited the internal force in his body.

"I can't help myself." There seemed to be more anger in Bai Mei's tone, and he suddenly took the dust in his hand from his armpit to the front, and Feng Yi's whole person shuttled through under the raised arm of Bai Mei Daoist with the dust. Then he fell heavily to the ground.

"You're not my opponent, so you'd better hand things over early." Bai Mei's face is still a fairy wind bones, how can he not see the shadow of the Bai family's uncle, Feng Yi hopes that this guess is wrong, but Bai Mei's next words shattered Feng Yi's last hope: "You don't want your father to be the last one, right?" ”

Feng Yi is Lao Buzhou's biological son, and now that Lao Buzhou has passed away, as the only son behind Lao Buzhou, he should have wanted to live well, but when he heard Uncle Shi mention his father's name again, Feng Yi seemed to be greatly humiliated.

"What qualifications do you have to mention my father's name, you are just a stain on the Bai family." When Feng Yi shouted these words angrily, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the white-eyed Daoist.

But this sorrow disappeared in less than a second.

"What a hard and stubborn temper, I don't know if you can be so stubborn if I attack Qingrang." Watching Feng Yi grow up with Bai Mei, coupled with the contact with Feng Yi in the past few years, Bai Mei naturally knows what team Feng Yi is the most important.

But just when Feng Yi was desperately trying to stand up, shouting to Qingluo to leave quickly, suddenly a black shadow flashed in the air, and the black shadow moved extremely fast, passing in front of the Baimei Daoist. It seems that this black shadow should be a spirit beast, and when the black shadow appears, this person becomes scrupled.

"Heh, this Blue Gamedo is really lively." The white-eyed Taoist stared at a place in the forest and said, as if he had met an old man, and a strong male voice came from the forest: "Lively? I'm afraid it's going to explode soon. ”

Listening to the voice, Xiu Wei looked like an extremely tall person, and even Bai Mei's face changed, and he quickly disappeared into the forest on the other side.

And the breath emitted by this mysterious person is the same as the breath of the person who saved himself last time. (To be continued.) )