"Humph!"

Feng Yi snorted coldly, grabbed Qing'er's left hand and was about to leave the dining hall.

But before he could walk out of the gate, he saw Zheng Dahu striding forward and leading a group of law enforcement hall disciples from a distance.

"Why? Kill the old man's nephew, do you want to leave so easily?"

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first.

Feng Yi stopped, and Qing'er said in a trembling voice: "Childe...... You...... You run first. ”

"Run, why run?" Feng Yi patted Qing'er's trembling shoulder, chuckled and said, "And even if it's running, can you run away from their posture?"

Qing'er's eyes were red, and tears slipped down again.

"Childe, it's all my fault, it's all my fault. I was originally a lowly maid, he Zheng Biao beat him, but now he has affected you...... I...... I ......"

Feng Yi's right hand was lightly forced, and he squeezed Qing'er's tender little hand, "Who said that you are a lowly maid?" Then Zheng Biao dares to beat you, he deserves to die." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Dahu had already stepped forward.

first glanced at Zheng Han, who was supported by two law enforcement hall disciples, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, and then at Zheng Biao, who was lying on the ground in the canteen. The murderous intent in his eyes was fierce, and he couldn't wait to rush forward directly and slap Feng Yi to death with one palm.

But in the end, reason prevailed, Zheng Dahu frowned, and looked at Zheng Han again.

The latter knew what he meant, but he was also full of doubts, and he really didn't know how to explain it.

"Your dantian wasn't destroyed?" Zheng Dahu finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice.

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and asked rhetorically: "The five junior disciples who left the sect with me have all died in battle, and I am the only one who has returned to the sect, how did you know about this?"

Zheng Dahu snorted coldly and didn't answer, but Zheng Han endured the pain, stepped forward, tilted his head and said something in his ear.

"Really?" asked Zheng Dahu softly with a furrow of brows.

Zheng Han gritted his teeth and nodded, affirming it again and again.

Seeing that his uncle was about to be impatient to kill Feng Yi, he hurriedly reminded: "One month!"

At this moment, a clear voice drifted from outside the crowd.

"Feng Yi, it's only been a day since the January appointment, and you have killed two fellow brothers one after another. Are you really sure that I won't dare to kill you in this month's time?"

The crowd spread out a passage, and Zheng Huai came slowly.

I don't know if it was intentional, or if the cultivation was just breaking through, and the control was unstable for a while, the aura around him was scattered, and waves of qi rolled up, rushing in all directions.

Where the qi wave passed, all the disciples of the Dragon Hidden Sect retreated one after another.

Someone exclaimed: "Quenching the fifth layer?"

"Oh my God, it's only been one night, and the young master's cultivation is actually ...... Broke through two floors in a row?"

Everyone was amazed, and the audience was in an uproar.

Zheng Huai stopped with his head held high, full of spirit, and had the potential to look at the world, and there were ants outside his body.

"Hahaha...... God bless my Zheng family, God bless my Dragon Yin Sect!"

Zheng Dahu laughed loudly, indescribably proud.

Regarding Zheng Huai's cultivation changes, Feng Yi also had a solemn meaning.

But he has always known difficulties, and he is strong when he is strong. The stronger the opponent, the more terrifying the combat power he can exert.

Therefore, he still doesn't pay attention to Zheng Huai.

"You really don't dare to kill me within this month, because you want to save face, you like to show off, you like scenery, and you like to be held in the sky. ”

Feng Yi spoke coldly.

Zheng Huai pouted and smiled, "You know me very well." ”

Feng Yi said that it was not bad, Zheng Huai really would not kill him within this month. As for the reason, it is exactly the same as what Feng Yi said.

"Let's go, after a month, on the stage of life and death, you don't have to be afraid of not coming. ”

Zheng Huai waved his hand, as if to drive away an ant that annoyed him.

Feng Yi didn't bother to entangle with the Zheng family more, pulled Qing'er and walked out of the canteen.

When the two of them walked away, Zheng Huai retreated a group of sect disciples, looked at Zheng Biao's corpse coldly, and asked, "Isn't his dantian destroyed?"

Zheng Dahu glanced at Zheng Han, who understood, and said: "It was indeed ruined, I punched him just now, and I can clearly feel that his flesh and blood power is only about six hundred catties at most." ”

Zheng Huai was still frowning, and Zheng Han continued to explain: "Since the old ghost of Xin Li was forced into the Lingwu Mountain Range by his uncle, in the past three years, that guy Feng Yi has been fighting outside all day long, and his flesh and blood have been tempered extremely strong. Even if the dantian is destroyed and the yuan power is dissipated, there is still a huge force between the flesh and blood, which is very human. ”

"Yes. Zheng Huai nodded, "Six hundred catties of flesh and blood power, it is almost worth the second-layer martial artist who quenched the body." But...... Hello, Lai is also a three-layer cultivation of quenching the body, why can't even he beat him?"

Zheng Huai's face turned red, and he said with shame: "Brother Huai, you don't know that my cultivation has been improved by medicinal power, and it's okay to bluff people, but in fact, how can I have any combat power." ”

"Huai'er, your cultivation?" Zheng Dahu was most concerned about his son's cultivation, and couldn't help but ask.

Zheng Huai smiled lightly, "In the early years, I took too many pills for promotion and cultivation, and the medicinal effect was not absorbed by the flesh and blood at all. Now that I have re-cultivated the Xuan Gong given by my master, the residual medicinal effects in the meridians have all been fully utilized, and the cultivation has been improved one after another, which is naturally expected. ”

Zheng Dahu and Zheng Han were all stunned.

Not to mention the three of them, old and young, and Feng Yi, he endured the concussion of his chest and lungs, and reluctantly returned to the medicine garden.

As soon as Fang Er ordered Qing'er to close the door, he could no longer suppress the concussion of his chest and lungs, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Ah...... Son. ”

Qing'er screamed, and Feng Yi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, take a healing pill from your waist and give it to me." ”

Just now he punched Zheng Han, and Feng Yi was big after all.

He has not yet started to practice Xuangong, and if he fights Zheng Han with his rich experience in fighting the enemy, he will definitely be able to defeat him.

But he didn't, and instead chose to go head-on.

Although Zheng Han's cultivation is vain and tight, it is a real three-layer quenching body after all, and there is a slight end of the Yuan Force between the flesh and blood, and the strength can reach more than a thousand catties.

With such gravity, if it weren't for the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon Gang Feng Yi in the Jiang Palace to resist some, I was afraid that he would not be able to help but spurt blood on the spot.

It was also because of his tenacity that he gritted his teeth and endured not to retreat, so that he hurt his chest and lungs.

If he had retreated at that time, even if he was injured, he would not have been as serious as he is now.

It's come to this point, so don't mention it. Feng Yi took the healing pill, crossed his knees on the ground, and borrowed the subtle Yuan Force breath emitted by the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon to dissolve the pill and heal the internal injuries.

Before you know it, the sun has turned westward.

When Feng Yi got up, Qing'er was sitting at the table with her cheeks back, staring at him with big eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yi touched his cheek and asked with a smile.

Qing'er opened her mouth, wanting to ask but didn't ask.

What she wanted to ask, Feng Yi naturally knew that it was nothing more than why her dantian was lacking, but she could still cultivate.

As for why he didn't ask again, Feng Yi also knew.

The little girl grew up with him, what kind of heart is it, Feng Yi knows best.

"I know you have doubts, but this matter is very important, I only say to you, you must not leak it, you know?"

After hearing this, Qing'er shook her head after a moment of silence and said, "Childe, don't talk about it, since the stakes are important, the less people know about it, the better." ”

"What's the matter?, are you angry?" Feng Yiqu tapped his fingers on the top of her head.

The little girl scratched her head, "How can Qing'er be angry with your son? No matter what secrets you have in your heart, you will always be Qing'er's son." ”

Feng Yi smiled softly, "Originally, I thought that the senior brothers of this sect were all my own brothers. I gave out pills to help them practice, and explained their cultivation experience to them every day, just so that everyone could grow together, progress together, and work together to strengthen the Dragon Yin Sect. ”

But after this incident, I suddenly found that human affection is weak, like smoke and dust, and it cannot withstand the slightest test. In addition to the master in the whole world, I Fengyi is the only relative and family member like you. ”

I don't know if it's sad or sad, my heart is empty and uncomfortable.

"Qing'er hasn't read many books, and she doesn't know those big truths. I only know that my son will always be my son, in this life, forever and ever. ”

Qing'er's eyes were burning, looking directly at Feng Yi, and her big clear eyes contained the most sincere emotions and dependence, as well as trust and concern.

"Gollum ......"

The stomachs of the master and servant crumbled at the same time, noisily reminding them that they had not eaten for a long time.

Feng Yi scratched his head and smiled, but Qing'er sighed faintly.

"What's the sigh, let's go, Childe will take you to a big meal. Feng Yi knocked on the top of her head again.

The little girl swept away her sorrow and said happily: "Where are you going to eat?"

"A big restaurant in the city down the mountain. ”

"Childe is rich?"

"Yes, more than ten taels of gold, pure gold. ”

"Wow...... That's enough to eat, lots of good stuff. Childe, I want to eat sauce elbows. ”

"Buy. ”

"Xu Sanniang's drunken chicken. ”

"Buy. ”

"Poria chicken soup from the white shopkeeper's house. ”

"Buy. ”

......

Qing'er ate these long-lost delicacies as she wished, and also bought two new cotton clothes.

Ben also wanted to follow Childe to play in the city for a while, but there were always a few black shadows behind her, which made her play heart turn into nothingness, and drifted away with the night and autumn wind.

"These law enforcement hall disciples are really annoying, they all said that we won't run, and they still follow. ”

Qing'er pouted and complained.

Feng Yi said with a smile: "They must follow, otherwise we will really run away, and Zheng Huai will not break their dog's legs." ”

"Alas!" the little girl began to sigh again, "Childe, let's go back." ”

The night is getting darker, and there is not much fun in the city below. Feng Yi had already gotten up to go back, but he was unhappy when he saw Qing'er eating, drinking, and having fun, and couldn't bear to sweep away her interest, so he didn't say anything.

Wen Yan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back." ”

The two masters and servants, carrying seven or eight packages of various sizes, walked towards the yam garden behind the Dragon Yin Sect in the night.

In the darkness behind him, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were still hanging ten zhang away, swaying and following.

As he was walking, he heard a woman's exclamation coming from the thick darkness in the distance.

Feng Yi stopped and listened again.

"Childe, what are you listening to?" Qing'er asked as she bit off the last sugar gourd, threw away the bamboo skewer with her hand, and muttered.

Feng Yi made a silent gesture, but never heard the slightest sound.

Puzzled, he turned around and shouted, "Hey, Qiu Laosan, did you hear any sound just now?"

In the dark, among the eight disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was honest and stocky, hesitated for a moment and replied, "Go back to the young ......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said the wrong thing.

Qiu Laosan's heart san, and he quickly changed his words: "Senior Brother Feng, it seems that I heard a woman's voice. ”

Feng Yi let out an "oh" and raised his hand at him.

At this moment, the woman's exclamation came back to the wind.

Unreal, unreal, unreal.

Feng Yi heard it clearly this time, and based on his voice, he knew that the woman was in the col on the yin side of the Hidden Dragon Mountain, about a mile away.

In the middle of the night, why did a woman scream in San'in?

Feng Yi was suspicious, so he walked towards the mountain yin side first.

Qing'er carried the package and followed closely.

"Senior Brother Feng, the night is late, the mountains are yin and the sun is back, there are many resentful spirits gathered, or evil spirits haunt. Don't go, don't make it difficult for the brothers, go back to the mountains. ”

Qiu Laosan shouted loudly through the darkness.

Feng Yiben also suspected that the evil spirit sent out a woman's cry to seduce passers-by, so as to take the opportunity to possess and devour their essence and blood spirit.

But when I heard Qiu Laosan say this, I suddenly felt angry in my heart, "Brothers, you still treat me as a brother? How I treated you in the past, how do you treat me now? Are you really a prisoner for me?"

At the end of the sentence, Feng Yi had already left the mountain road and entered the dark forest.

Qiu Laosan and the group of law enforcement hall disciples glanced at each other, each sighed, drew the saber at his waist, and followed with steps.

"Are you afraid?" Feng Yi turned his head and asked Qing'er.

Qing'er shook her head very dryly, "With Gongzi here, Qing'er is not afraid." ”

"Evil spirits are not afraid?" Feng Yi asked with a smile.

"Childe, it's not like I haven't seen evil spirits, so what's so scary. Qing'er pursed her lips, and she really didn't seem to be scared at all.

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow at her, "Have you ever seen an evil spirit?"

"What kind of memory does Childe have, five years ago, the two of us went to the Yulin Sect with the Great Elder to visit the Sect Master Shen Luoye, and when we came back, we passed by the mass grave, didn't we see an evil spirit with a pattern. ”

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something extremely funny, and stroked his palms and smiled: "At that time, Gongzi was only eight years old, and he had just stepped into the realm of quenching his body, so he had to shout to fight the evil spirits alone. At last...... Haha, in the end, I was beaten by that evil spirit and ran around, if it weren't for the Great Elder......"

"Ah......h

Another woman's exclamation interrupted Qing'er's laughter and words.

Feng Yi's brows furrowed.

"Shen Xuan?"