The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and soon came to the front.

It's just that there are many trees in the mountains and forests that block the view, and Feng Yi is in the cave, and he can't see the appearance of people for a while.

In the dark night forest, who will be coming?

Feng Yi glanced at Qing'er, who was still sleeping beside the fire, pondered for a moment, and took out a piece of human and divine anger from her waist bag, emitting a smoky stench to cover up the faint demonic aura on her body.

The little girl was awakened by the stench, and was about to ask something in a daze.

Feng Yi hurriedly pointed to his lips and made a silent gesture. Then he stood up straight, turned his back to the bonfire and Qing'er, and walked out of the cave.

Standing outside the cave, but in the darkness, a black shadow was riding the wind.

In the dim light of the fire, he was a young man in ragged clothes and his hair was scattered. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a pale complexion, five or six wounds on his chest, and bleeding incessantly.

The young man swept to the side of the cave and glanced at Feng Yi and Qing'er in the cave behind him, who seemed to be smoked by the stench, and couldn't help frowning.

After frowning, the young man's bright eyes rolled a few times, endured the smell, and came to Feng Yi's side.

"This friend, who was chased and killed by a strong man, is now seriously injured and is still ......"

The smell was really bad, the young man turned his head and coughed, and continued: "I also hope that my friends can help me, and after I have repelled the strongman, I will be thanked." ”

After that, he bowed down and bowed respectfully to Feng Yi.

In the darkness of the distant sky, the sound of footsteps appeared from time to time, and the pursuers were less than half a mile away from here.

Looking at the severe injuries on the young man's body, there was indeed no hope of escaping from the ascension. Being able to find a warrior in this barren mountain and ask for help can be said to be his only chance to survive.

Of course, the premise is that Feng Yiken helps.

The young man finished speaking, and while struggling to endure the pungent stench and the pain on his body, he raised his head and looked directly at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's expression was as usual, and after looking up and down at the person in front of him, he locked his gaze on the other party's waist.

It was a black cloth bag the size of a palm, embroidered with clouds, mountains and rivers, except for the exquisite embroidery workmanship, it didn't seem to be much different from the ordinary waist bag.

But Feng Yi only glanced at it and saw that this thing was unusual.

This is not an ordinary waist bag, but a Xuan bag that has been refined by the power of the Xuan Dynasty with secret techniques.

Although it looks only the size of a palm, there is something else inside, which can store a lot of things.

The preciousness of the Xuan Bag is still on top of all kinds of Xuan Gong secret techniques and Xuan Bing elixir. Not to mention the first-grade last-class forces like the Longyin Sect, even the second-grade forces such as the Gongsun family and the Wang family, etc., they may not be able to easily get a Xuan bag.

At least ranked in the Western Realm Xuanbang, the third lady Gongsun Yi, who was recognized as the first day of the Gongsun family, was not qualified to wear the Xuanbao.

The identity of the injured young man in front of him is not simple.

The sound of breaking wind was near, and a big man in black jumped out of the darkness.

It seemed that he didn't expect the oncoming night wind to be so stinky, the big man scolded his mother, then covered his mouth and nose, dodged south, and avoided the outlet.

The young man's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly hid behind Feng Yi, and while staring nervously at the big man with a knife in front of him, he said in a low voice: "Brother, I know that you created this stink to cover up the demonic aura on that little girl's body. ”

Feng Yi frowned, turned his head and looked at the young man coldly.

The young man hurriedly said, "I have a way to cover the demonic energy on her body without borrowing the stench, as long as you can save me." ”

Feng Yi's expression slowed slightly, but he heard the voice of the big man with a knife standing two feet away in front of him and shouted angrily: "That little girl, you are fucking roasting shit and eating, why is it so stinky?"

In the cave, Qing'er looked embarrassed.

Dahan moved his gaze to Feng Yi, and after looking at it, he moved to the young man hiding behind him again, "Master Chen, could it be that this person is your rescuer?"

The young man's expression was grim and silent, as if he acquiesced to Dahan's guess.

Dahan glanced at Feng Yi and smiled contemptuously, "How much ability can a milky doll have to save your eldest son Chen's life?"

After snorting coldly, Dahan continued: "After chasing and escaping for a hundred and ten miles, you Chen Dagongzi are not tired, and my second prince is also tired." So, you hand over the sword diagram, and I'll turn around and leave, as if today's events have never happened, okay?"

The young man pursed his lips and sneered, "Wang Er, don't deceive me into being young and ignorant. Today, I will give you the sword, and you will not let me go. If you dare to snipe and kill this son, if this matter spreads, don't say it's you, it's your master, Wang Fengfeng, and there must be only one way to die. ”

When he said this, his eyes kept sneaking a glance at Feng Yi, intentionally or unintentionally.

This passage not only reveals the true intentions of Wang Er of the Great Han, but also warns Feng Yi that he is already in troubled waters, and even if he does not help himself, he will inevitably be killed by Wang Er, so as not to leak the evil thing.

Feng Yi still looked as usual, as if he was not moved by the young man's words and the unwarranted disaster he was about to face.

The big man turned cold, the big knife in his right hand trembled, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Good boy, don't eat and drink for toasting." Anyway, the charge of sniping your eldest son Chen has already been confirmed......"

Before he finished his sentence, he saw the young man tear off the Xuan pouch on his waist and stuff it into Feng Yi's hand.

"Brother, the baby is for you, Ben spared his life and took the first step. ”

The young man muttered, then turned around and left.

At this moment, Feng Yi suddenly reached out with his left hand and grabbed his back collar. Pull and throw it in the mud in front of you.

How could the young man have expected Feng Yi's reaction to be so fast, his expression was shocked, and he had fallen to the ground.

He is also very reactive, and after landing on the ground, a carp hits and wants to jump up and run again.

How could Feng Yi allow him to succeed? His right foot fell high and fell sharply, and he really stepped on his chest.

When he first met, Feng Yi really saw the unevenness of the road and drew his sword to help.

Hearing that the young man said that he had a way to cover up Qing'er's demonic energy, he made up his mind and was ready to help him.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he still underestimated the sinister nature of people's hearts after all.

The thing that the young man at his feet stuffed into him, where was the mysterious sac embroidered with clouds, mountains and rivers just now? It was clearly just an ordinary black cloth waist bag, which was empty and there was nothing at all.

As for the sac containing the sword diagram, it had already been dropped by him and carried into his arms.

This is to lead the water to the east, using Feng Yi's life as a shield, in exchange for his own chance to escape.

Such a person should be killed.

As for the identity of the teenager, it is not difficult to guess.

The name of the Han is Wang Er, and his main name is Wang Hurricane, who is the second-grade power of Sanxuancheng, and he is a member of the Wang family.

The Wang family and the Gongsun family stand side by side in Sanxuan City, and they are the overlords of the best in a radius of thousands of miles. can make the Wang family jealous, and only dare to secretly assassinate between these barren mountains and mountains, and the identity of this young man at his feet is naturally self-evident.

When it is the Sanpin force, the people in the mansion of the lord of Sanxuan City.

Wang Er called him the eldest prince of Chen, presumably the son of the city lord of Sanxuan City.

The Wang family and the Gongsun family are both attached to the main mansion of Sanxuan City. Wang Er's sniping of the son of the city lord in the wilderness is already guilty of the following felonies.

If this crime is confirmed, don't say that it is the second king of the Wang family, even the head of the Wang family, Wang Hurricane, and it will definitely be difficult to withstand the boundless anger of the city lord of Sanxuan City.

What kind of treasure is that sword map, which caused Wang Er to take such a risk and do such a decisive thing?

Feng Yi had doubts, but the doubts only existed for a moment, and they were blown away by the night wind.

No matter what kind of treasure that sword diagram is, and whether the young man under his feet is the son of the city lord of Sanxuan City, since he wants to use his life as a shield, he is not friend or foe.

Feng Yi exerted force under his feet, and the internal injuries that the young man had suppressed burst out, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth desperately as if he didn't want money.

"You...... Do you know who I am? You can't kill me. ”

The young man saw the murderous intent in Feng Yi's eyes, and knew that his careful thinking had violated his taboo. knew that he was going to die, but because he was too seriously injured to resist, he could only take chances, trying to deter him with his identity background.

"I am...... I am the only son of the lord of Sanxuan City, if you kill me...... My father will not spare you. ”

Feng Yi pouted and smiled, "This barren mountain and wilderness are inaccessible, I will kill you, who knows?"

The young man turned his head to look at Wang Er, "He's a master of internal breath, ...... You can't just quench your body and cultivate, and you can't beat him at all. ”

Feng Yi frowned slightly, and looked up at Wang Er.

He really didn't expect that the man with a knife in front of him who was five big and three thick turned out to be a great master who had entered the realm of Xuan Xiu's inner realm.

With such a master, Feng Yi is really not sure that he can compete with it.

And today, he fought in a row, urging the Blood Burning Secret Technique twice, and at this time, the damaged essence and blood essence had not fully recovered, and the Blood Burning Secret Technique could not be used, and his strength was greatly reduced. If you fight with them, the consequences you will face are only a dead end.

Thinking about it, Feng Yi finally stepped on his right foot fiercely.

The crisp sound of broken ribs echoed in the night wind, and the firelight in the cave swayed, shining the figure of Feng Yi outside the cave obliquely at Wang Er's feet.

His eyebrows twitched, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"What a ruthless and ruthless young man. ”

Wang Er praised and said, "Young man, do you know who is the eldest son of Chen at your feet?"

Feng Yi bent down to himself, and took out the brocade cloth sac from the arms of the young man who had already lost his breath. Reaching inside, it really has its own world.

The length, width and height are about three feet, which is not enough to store large objects, but it can store many small things.

One of the scrolls, about a foot long, caught Feng Yi's attention, and he fumbled for a moment before taking it out from within.

While looking at the scroll by the light of the fire, he secretly paid attention to the expression of the second king.

Seeing his complexion change, excited, greedy, and jealous, Feng Yi roughly guessed that this thing was the so-called sword diagram.

As for what it will do, it is not known for the time being.

"It doesn't matter who he is, it's important that you want to get it. ”

Feng Yi took the Xuan bag into his arms, held the painting scroll in his left hand, and looked at Wang Er with a smile.

Wang Er's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled, "Leave it to me, I have no right to see today's affairs." ”

"It is a capital offense for you to pursue and seriously injure the son of the Lord of Sanxuan City. It is also a capital offense for me to trample him to death. I'm afraid you'll leak tonight's events, and you're naturally worried that I'm not strict. So, whether I give this thing to you or not, you have to kill me. Right?"

Feng Yi's words were calm, and he seemed to be still in control of the master of internal breath.

When Wang Er saw him speak like this and look like this, he felt a little jealous. I looked left and right, but I didn't notice anything, and I couldn't help but show doubts.

In an instant, doubts turned into sneers, and then into infinite killing intent.

"If what I expected, you don't have any other helpers except for the little girl who is roasting and eating, are you? Are you pretending to be calm, trying to create a posture where the helpers are hidden in the shadows, so that I will have scruples and dare not do anything to you, yes or no?"

Feng Yi's expression was as usual, waiting for the second queen's words.

"Do you know why I'm speculating?"

Wang Er wasn't asking Feng Yi, because he immediately said the reason why he had this speculation.

"Because you don't have the composure and composure you have at your age. As the saying goes, things are more abnormal than demons, and only the top ten of the twenty young masters on the Xuanbang have stepped into the realm of internal rest, and those ten people are all famous in the western realm. ”

"Coincidentally, I've seen all ten of them, and you're not one of them. Therefore, you are naturally not those demons, so you cannot be my opponent. ”

"Why is the Inner Breath Realm called the Gate of Xuan Xiu? and why is it the boundary between mortals and Xuan Xiu? In addition to the extraordinary combat power and the abundant Yuan power in the dantian, it is a keen perception. Contemptible people are not talented, and they have entered the realm of inner rest three years ago, and their perception is more than a hundred times beyond ordinary people. Within a three-mile radius, I can keenly perceive any wind and grass. ”

"It's unfortunate that there is no fourth person in a three-mile radius except for you and me, and that little girl who roasted. So you don't have a helper, so I can surmise that you're bluffing me, you're calming yourself. ”

Wang Er talked eloquently, contrary to his five big and three thick physique, and seemed to want to try his best to get rid of the stupid impression brought by his physique, and incarnate into a wise man who can perceive all conspiracies and tricks.

But after saying this, Feng Yi smiled, it was really true, and he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"I finally understand, with the cultivation of this Chen Gongzi's quenching realm, why he was able to escape more than a hundred miles from the hands of one of your inner breath cultivators. ”

Feng Yi said with a smile.

Wang Er didn't know why, frowned and said: "He is Chen Anping's only son, and there are countless secret treasures. It is not difficult to escape from my hands. ”

Feng Yi shook his head, "No, it's because you talk too much nonsense." ”

Wang Er raised his eyebrows, "Too much nonsense?"

Feng Yi nodded, and at the same time moved his gaze to look behind Wang Er.

In the dark, two people, one old and one young, one fat and one thin, were walking slowly towards the firelight.