"This is my horse. ”

I thought that the fat man was just joking, but I didn't expect that as he spoke, he actually pulled out a ruler-long dagger from his waist.

The little eyes were flooded with green light, like a wolf, like a demon, and walked towards the horse with a cruel smile.

Qing'er was in a hurry, and hurriedly took a step forward, and stopped with a sigh of relief.

The horse was even more anxious, struggling to get up, but was frightened by the cold light on the dagger, and could not get up after trying for a long time.

In a hurry, he accidentally made a donkey-like "ang ramming" sound.

Only then did the fat man come back to his senses, glanced at Qing'er, and raised his eyebrows.

Then he looked at Feng Yi and raised his eyebrows again.

"What's wrong with your horse? Fifth Elder, give me money, this young master bought it today. ”

The old man saw that his young master had greatly lost his manners, and hurriedly apologized.

Seeing Feng Yi's indifferent expression, Qing'er's pretty face was slightly angry, and she was suddenly anxious.

"Childe, old slave, I'...... Not...... There's no money. ”

The fat man let out a nasal voice of displeasure, "Huh?"

The old man scratched his head helplessly, "You are just kind, and the old slave has no money." ”

"What then?" the fat man stole and glanced at the back of the horse.

"Ang Tam ......"

The red horse has big eyes and is afraid, and he rakes the ground on all fours.

Qing'er is a little girl after all, and when she sees that the fat man is indeed extremely hungry, she can't bear it.

glanced at Feng Yi at the moment, and after getting the consent of the son, he took out a rice cookie from the package and handed it to the fat man.

"Now, I'll give you a piece of bread to eat. ”

"Thank you, Miss, thank you, Miss. The old man thanked him repeatedly.

The fat man glanced at the rice crackers and said, "It's bland and tasteless, and this can be eaten?"

Qing'er was furious, "Why are you so ignorant? Hmph! ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his right hand and returned the rice crackers into the package.

The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the look of regret on the old face of the goosebump rippled, "Young master, rice crackers...... The rice crackers are fragrant. ”

The fat man raised his eyebrows again, "Xiang?"

The old man nodded, "Incense." ”

"Okay, bring it to Young Master Ben to taste. The fat man commanded, and finally put away the dagger in his hand.

The horse escaped death and let out a sneeze full of the meaning of the aftermath.

The old man's face was red, his eyes were looking at Qing'er, his right hand trembled, and he wanted to stretch it out, but he seemed to feel embarrassed again.

I intended to increase the cake before, but I was disgusted, and Qing'er also became angry.

Snort at the moment, don't look over.

The old man's face was even more shy.

The fat man let out a "huh?" again, glaring at the old slave.

The old man was embarrassed, and he was forced to stretch out his hand and say, "This young lady, please ...... Give bread. ”

Qing'er continued to turn her head and hum coquettishly, ignoring it.

The old man peeked at the fat man, and the other party glared again and said in a nasal voice, "Huh?"

The old man had a sad face, and wanted to cry without tears.

"The old slave asked the young lady to give me bread again. ”

"Want to eat?" Qing'er looked at the fat man.

The other party looked arrogant, but his stomach was rhythmic, and the 'grunt' rang non-stop.

The old man nodded again and again, "Yes." ”

Qing'er glanced at the fat man, "No sincerity, don't give it." ”

The old man was in a hurry, and when he saw that the fat man was still going to "En?", he hurriedly pulled his sleeve, "Young master, the eldest husband can bend and stretch." ”

The fat man tilted his head and muttered for a moment, as if he felt that this made sense.

With a "poof", he knelt down towards Qing'er.

Qing'er was shocked, and the old man was even more shocked, and they all looked at the fat man.

The fat man glared at the old man and squinted, "En, young master Ben has not bent enough?"

The old man scratched his head, "It's not the right way." ”

The fat man let out an "oh" and stood up. Looking left and right, it seems that there is no better way to 'bend'.

Qing'er smiled and shook her head helplessly.

"You're enough. ”

With that, he took out the rice crackers again and handed them to the fat man.

The latter snatched it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it first, and nodded: "It's really a little fragrant." ”

Then Ku wiped it, and only a little crumb of cake remained in his hand.

The old man's face trembled, "Young master, this ...... Not appropriate, right?"

The fat man was still unsatisfied, and clapped his hands, "It's okay." ”

“......”

The old man rolled his eyes.

"Ahh......h

Another beast roar came from the Lingwu Mountain Range in the northwest direction, and it was even more deafening than the previous one.

For a time, the wind swept suddenly, the dark clouds gathered rapidly, all the beasts hibernated, and the birds fled.

It was still a bright autumn day, and at this time it had turned into a depressing celestial phenomenon when the wind and rain were about to come.

The old man's body trembled, and his eyes looked at the northwest, like hearing a ghost howling.

The fat man was unmoved by the beast's roar, and his mouth was smacked, as if he was still reminiscing about the taste of rice crackers.

"Childe ......" Qing'er took a step back and hugged Feng Yi's left arm tightly, like a bird bullied by the wind and rain.

Feng Yi patted her right shoulder, but did not speak.

"Click!"

The thunder smashed down on the mortal world, and the lightning flashed and disappeared. Torrential rain poured, like a heavenly river bursting its banks.

The old man was in a hurry, and the fat man shouted.

"Fifth Elder, quickly find a place to shelter from the rain. ”

The old man put the package on top of the white-haired taunting head, but he didn't expect to be snatched away by his own young master.

After looking around the mountains and wiping the rain from his head and face, he pointed to the southeast and shouted, "There is a broken wooden house built by hunters on the way here, which should be able to shelter from the rain." ”

After that, the master and servant had braved the wind and rain and ran away.

"Childe, shall we go too?" Qing'er's weak voice was blown away by the wind.

Feng Yi nodded, hugged her and turned over and jumped on horseback.

With his right hand, he lifted the reins of the horse, and the horse, which had just been unable to get up, suddenly got up with the force on it, and his front hooves were high, and he jumped more than a foot away.

Horses are flying, where can the fat man and the old man catch up?

Seeing that he rode away, the fat man hurriedly shouted: "Hey, Young Master Ben can't run anymore, come back and take me." ”

The old man was embarrassed, "Young master, we don't know anyone." ”

"You know, meeting is fate, and the grace of a cake is enough. ”

"It seems that the favor was also given by others. The old man rolled his eyes.

The fat man frowned and groaned, just after recovering his taste, the horse had already galloped into the mountains and forests and disappeared.

In the rainstorm, the wind was strong and thunderous, and the raindrops hit the head and face, which was hot and painful.

The fat man ran wildly, wheezing and wheezing, and whispered, "Fifth Elder, how is this person?"

The old man pondered for a moment and then said, "The foundation is solid, the roots and bones are good, and the heart is calm, not bad." ”

"It seems that this trip is worthwhile, can you take it under your command?" the fat man asked again.

"It needs to be reconsidered. The old man replied solemnly.

"That little girl isn't bad either. ”

"It's just a merman, nothing special. ”

"If you are a merman, why is you wet by the rain but not a shark?"

"It seems that there is some kind of peculiar imprisonment in the bloodline. ”

Between the questions and answers, a black shadow was like a wild eagle in the wind, trampling on the autumn grass that was devastated by the wind and rain and swaying from side to side, and rushed towards the dilapidated wooden house from another road.

The fat man's expression was grim, and he turned his head to look north, "What a weird body." ”

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, "I am sixteen years old, and I have reached the ninth layer of quenching." Little West, how can there be such a great talent?"

"There is no doubt that the person before was Feng Yi, could this person be Zheng Huai, the successor of Wang Hongliang?" asked the fat man.

The old man shook his head, "Wang Hongliang is mediocre, this person should not be his heir." ”

"Who could that be?"

"The old slave doesn't know. ”

"Hehe...... the fat man curled his mouth and chuckled, "This trip to the West is really full of surprises." ”

"Young master, this is the heart of love again. The old man smiled.

Inside the wooden house, the bonfire is lit, and the bright light is accompanied by warmth, scattering in all directions.

Qing'er squatted by the fire, her little face pale.

After adding some dead branches to the fire, Feng Yi asked, "Are you hungry?"

Qing'er shook her head, "Is Childe hungry?"

"Someone is coming. Feng Yi's expression flickered, frowning and deepening.

Qing'er seemed to think of something, and said with a smile: "It should be that fat man." ”

"No, his master and servant have no cultivation, but they are very good at light work. As he spoke, the shadow broke through the rain and broke into the cabin.

Black clothes, cold faces, long swords, teenagers.

The two looked at each other, and Feng Yi frowned suddenly.

"Zheng Liuyun!"

It was Zheng Liuyun who betrayed the Dragon Yin Sect but was possessed by a ghost from another world.

It's just that why didn't he die? Feng Yi clearly remembered that day at the foot of the windless cliff, he disemboweled him with a knife.

But why, did he appear alive in front of him again?

Seeing that his body is full of energy, the rain does not get wet, and his cultivation seems to have improved a lot compared to before.

Feng Yi stood up straight with vigilance.

Zheng Liuyun's face was cold, and after glancing at Feng Yi, he shouted coldly: "Take it." ”

Feng Yi frowned, "What?"

"Ghost Emperor Seal. Zheng Liuyun even spoke in a tone that was significantly different from before, very gloomy, like a demon.

"That's what happened. Although Feng Yi didn't understand why Zheng Liuyun didn't die, he knew that the person who came was not good.

Also, the mystery of great compassion, the miracle of the ghost gate that can ban evil spirits, such a heavy treasure, no one can easily give it away.

This war is inevitable.

"Zheng!"

The straight-ridged Xuandao suddenly came out of its sheath, and Feng Yi didn't even say a word of nonsense, he had already rushed forward, and the horizontal knife slashed.

Since fighting is inevitable, there is no need to do more nonsense.

Zheng Liuyun didn't expect him to suddenly attack, and when he reacted, the Xuandao was already half a foot in front of him.

The matter was urgent, and he didn't have time to draw his sword to resist, so he could only use the way to dodge and move.

Suddenly, the wind gusted, and the ghosts were heavy.

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of a terrible ghost's sad cry floating up.

Qing'er was shocked, and hurriedly got up and retreated to the corner of the wooden house, staring at the battlefield.

Outside, two more figures flashed in.

It's the fat man and the old man.

The two glanced at Feng Yi and Zheng Liuyun, who were fighting, leaned their backs against the wall, and cautiously paced to Qing'er's side, curling up in the corner with her, shivering.

"Fifth Elder, why don't we leave, but hide here? What if the sword has no eyes and affects us?"

The fat man squatted down behind him, as if he remembered that his actions were not very wise, and tilted his head and asked.

The old man glanced at his young master and scratched his wet hair, "Yes, why don't we hide out?"

Don't talk about the two masters and servants who are 'confused', but talk about the scene.

Feng Yi really didn't expect Zheng Liuyun's body technique to be so weird, and he didn't expect that his cultivation had already broken through to the ninth layer of quenching body.

If you miss a knife, you will immediately turn the knife into a move.

However, the ghost shadow was like a mist, and more than 30 knives in a row failed to hurt the enemy and make meritorious contributions.

The difference in body style is different, and Feng Yi's opportunity has been lost. After the thirty-six wind-chasing knife method was completed, he was about to collect the knife and use his palm, but suddenly felt that the sword gang was wrapped in face.

He hurriedly jumped away, but the ghost was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and he was in hot pursuit.

"Poof!"

The sword went into his right shoulder and stabbed him in half.

"Ah...... Son. Qing'er screamed in shock.

The fat man glanced at the old man, and the old man also glanced at the fat man.

Eyes met, and the fat man seemed to say, "The latecomer is more worthy of recruitment." ”

The old man seemed to be saying, "Young master, don't worry. ”

As it turned out, the old man had a more sophisticated vision.

Feng Yi knew that this Zheng Liuyun was no longer Zheng Liuyun, and he no longer dared to hide his private interests after the injury on his right shoulder, so he hurriedly stepped on the direction of the gossip, and carried the body technique attached to the Bagua Dragon Palm to dodge the edge of the sword.

At the same time, the secret technique of dark luck, the essence and blood burned in an instant.

The Blood-Burning Secret Technique can improve the user's combat power, stamina, reflexes, etc.

As soon as the secret technique was used, Feng Yi immediately captured the movement of the ghost and the sword gang.

Incarnated as a swimming dragon, chasing the wind, sweeping away the momentum of passive evasion, and suddenly rebelling against the guest.

The right hand chases the wind knife, and the left hand swims in the dragon's palm.

When the palms of the swords are combined, the power is increased. After only three moves, he slapped his palm on Zheng Liuyun's chest.

The latter staggered backwards, smashed through the back wall of the wooden house, and fell into the mud of the torrential rain.

Feng Yi snatched the knife out, the knife danced sharply, and then cut his chest.

". ”

Zheng Liuyun scolded, suddenly turned into a ghost again, slid back half a foot in a weird posture, and then got up suddenly.

The long sword was handed forward, and he stabbed three times in a row.

Feng Yixuan's knife slashed, and Huhuhu was also three knives.

Both of them are defending instead of attacking, and they both do their best.

The straight-ridged long knife in Feng Yi's hand is a first-grade Xuan soldier, and the three-foot cold front in Zheng Liuyun's hand is also a first-grade Xuan soldier.

The two soldiers intersected, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

However, the violent Yuan Force in Feng Yi's body, which was triggered by the Blood-Burning Secret Technique, was no match for Zheng Liuyun.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

Zheng Liuyun took three steps back, the tiger's mouth in his right hand cracked, blood flowed sideways, and the long sword could no longer hold it, and flew out of his hand.

Although Feng Yi tried his best to defeat the strong enemy, he was not comfortable.

This Zheng Liuyun's strength is still above Mu Qiubai.

"Choke!"

The knife left his hand and stuck diagonally between the scattered gravel a zhang away.

The torrential rain was like a downpour, the two were facing each other in the wind and rain, the sky thundered loudly, and the electric light flashed out frequently in the vast expanse.

"I didn't expect you, a barbarian from another world, to be able to get his inheritance. Zheng Liuyun's voice was as cold as ice and snow.

Feng Yi's eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't say much nonsense, turned into a predatory tiger again, and handed his palm forward.

This palm not only has the speed of chasing the wind, but also has the momentum of swimming the dragon, and contains all the cultivation of Feng Yi.

Zheng Liuyun didn't dare to underestimate it, and had the intention to dodge, but only to find that he had been wrapped in the palm of his hand, and there was no way to avoid it.

In desperation, he had to gather his right arm and throw a fierce punch.

The fists and palms intersected, and the sound of the explosion covered the thunder and wind roar, and the aftermath was monstrous, shaking the wooden house and trembling.

Inside, the old man shouted, "Oh no, the house is going to collapse." ”