Wang Er talks a lot of nonsense, but it's not all useless nonsense.

At least he guessed correctly, Feng Yi's composure and calmness before were all trying to create a posture of having a helper, or having the confidence to fight with a strong person with internal breath.

Because Feng Yi was not sure that he would be able to escape from the hands of the inner powerhouse with Qing'er, he did this just to delay time and think of countermeasures.

I didn't expect a countermeasure, but I waited for the fat man and the old man.

Half a day earlier, he had been in contact with the two men, and at least he was sure that they were not enemies.

Since they are not enemies, they may become friends.

As for whether the two have the ability to beat Wang Er, Feng Yi is very sure that they do.

Because Wang Er once said that the real difference between a strong person with internal breath and a martial artist with a quenching body is a strong perception.

The so-called perception, to put it in layman's terms, is the intimacy of the floating vitality between heaven and earth.

The quenching martial artist absorbs the vitality into the body, but only refines and polishes his own flesh and bones, so that it attaches to the flesh and bones, and bursts out with powerful flesh and blood.

This is the strengthening stage.

In the Inner Breath Realm, the Yuan Force between the flesh and blood has accumulated to a certain extent, gradually converging and merging into one place, turning into a strong momentum, breaking through the Dantian Qi Sea that was closed due to the silence of the innate qi in one fell swoop.

When the dantian qi sea is washed away again, Yuanli will be silent in it, turning into Yuanli seeds, gradually growing into Yuanli streams, and then gathering into Yuanli rivers, and then turning into Yuanli oceans.

With the existence of Yuan Force Seed in the body, the person will transcend the mundane body and advance to the Xuan Xiu. At that time, the floating vitality between heaven and earth will produce an indescribable sense of intimacy, with itself as the center, all the wind and grass within a certain radius can be keenly perceived.

The Inner Breath Martial Artist could sense all the wind and grass in the radius of the body, which Wang Er did not brag about.

But despite this, he still failed to perceive the approach of the fat man and the old man.

In this case, there is only one possibility, and the cultivation of the two of them is still above the second king.

That's why Feng Yicai laughed, laughing heartily for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" the fat man rubbed his nose, as if he didn't think the air was very fresh.

This abrupt sentence really scared Wang Er. His face trembled, and he quickly turned around to look back, and happened to meet the fat man's fat face.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the mung bean looks at the copper bell, each shining with bright light.

The fat man pursed his lips, his eyes avoided Wang Er, and looked at the cave, "Hey, little girl, are you roasting to eat?"

Qing'er was embarrassed, fierce and domineering, and got up angrily, crossing her waist, wanting to defend but not knowing how to justify.

Wang Er let out a "hey, hey" and took a step back suddenly.

At this moment, Feng Yi had already pulled out the Straight Spine Xuandao, flew forward, and slashed out.

The knife went into the flesh, and blood splattered.

Wang Er is worthy of being a strong man with internal breath, his muscles and bones are extremely hard, even if the straight spine long knife in Feng Yi's hand is a first-class Xuan soldier, he still can't cut off his bones with one sword.

The blade was stuck in the waist bone, and Wang Er grinned in pain. But he forcibly endured the severe pain, and quickly moved sideways to the left, pulling the Xuandao from his flesh and blood.

Blood flowed all over the ground, Wang Er's face was pale, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Feng Yi could not allow him to take more breath, casually dropped the sword diagram, bullied himself, and used the wind chasing knife technique and the gossip dragon palm.

Wang Er was shocked by the sudden approach of the fat man and the old man, and was injured by Feng Yi's knife, and his strong combat power went to eighty percent first, even if he could exert two percent of his combat power at this time, how could he stop Feng Yi's fast chasing wind, faster than Youlong's knife and palm skills?

The three dodge moves have been sealed on his chest by Feng Yi's palm.

Wang Erwu's internal organs were displaced, blood spurted from his mouth, and he retreated again and again.

Feng Yi did not relent, and slashed straight down, hitting his left shoulder.

This knife was biased towards the neck and directly took Wang Er's life.

Seeing the corpse fall to the ground, Feng Yi was afraid that he would not die if he beat the snake, so he aimed at the heart and stabbed it again.

When Wang Er's breath dissipated and his vitality was cut off, he ripped off his waist bag and straightened up.

Looking behind him, he saw that in the firelight, the fat man and the old man were wandering at the mouth of the cave, wanting to go in to bake the fire, but they seemed to be hindered by the stench, hesitating, and hesitating.

Qing'er crossed her waist, pouted, glared at the fat man, and then moved her gaze to the fire, as if to say, "Look, where did I roast?"

Feng Yi wiped the blade of the knife on Wang Er's corpse, and after putting the knife back into its sheath, he stepped back.

After picking up the sword diagram, he bowed to the master and servant with a fist.

The fat man laughed, the old man blushed, scratched his head, and asked, "Why is it so stinky?"

Before Feng Yi could speak, he suddenly looked at the northern sky and frowned: "Come so fast?"

The fat man wondered, "What's coming?"

The old man looked at Feng Yi, and then at Qing'er in the cave.

The fat man let out an "oh", "Wang Hongliang?"

The old man nodded.

Feng Yi's complexion changed greatly, and Qing'er was even more frightened.

"Childe, let's run away. ”

The little girl ran out of the cave, and suddenly a stinking wind blew.

The fat man hurriedly waved his hand to fan away the stench in front of his nose, and said scoldingly: "I really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, such a little girl like a flower and jade, what is it like to be ruined by you." ”

As he spoke, his fat belly surged violently, and he bent over and vomited.

White, yellow, green, vomiting all over the ground.

Feng Yi glanced at the fat man who was bent over, and hugged his fists again: "Thanks to the two of you for saving you twice, I am grateful." Please also tell us where your house is, and if you get rid of a strong enemy in the next day, you will definitely come to your door to thank you. ”

The old man looked at the fat man, who wiped his mouth, helped the old man's thin body and waved his hand, "Run first, and wait until you have your life to survive." ”

Feng Yi is not an indecisive person, he nodded and thanked him again when he heard the words, and then pulled Qing'er, regardless of the stench, galloped to the side of the red horse, turned over, and rode the horse south.

The sound of horses' hooves was far away, the old man waved his hand, and in an instant the stench dissipated, and the world returned to clear.

"Young master, why don't you just kill Wang Hongliang and take the opportunity to solicit him?"

The fat man reached into his arms, groped for a moment and found a copper kettle the size of a head, pulled out the cork stopper, poured a large mouthful of water on his head and rinsed his mouth, and said: "The ability is too weak, and it still needs to be honed." ”

The old man nodded, "Yes, with his cultivation of the quenching realm, even if he recruits him to return home, it will definitely be of little use." Just ......"

After a pause, he continued: "It's just that Wang Hongliang is a late stage cultivator after all, and the gap between the two is too big, and he brought such a drag oil bottle, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to protect himself." ”

The fat man waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go and beat that Wang Hongliang and leave him a rest for his cultivation." ”

The old man scratched his head, "Isn't that good?"

"What's wrong? Young Master Ben said that it was good, it was good. ”

The fat man holds his head high, but his figure is not straight, even if his waist is straight, it looks a little nondescript.

The old man nodded, and after about a quarter of an hour he came back scratching his head.

"What's wrong?" saw his embarrassed face, and the fat man raised his eyebrows and asked.

The old man was very embarrassed, and after a long time, he said, "One accidentally broke one of his legs." ”

The fat man didn't care, waved his hand, and didn't speak again.

He was speechless for a while, and it wasn't until the bonfire burned out that the old man couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, why did you choose him instead of that Zheng ...... Zheng Whatyun?"

The fat man glanced at Nantian, and in the darkness, his eyes flickered.

Both of them have the talent and opportunity to be not weaker than the top ten on the Xuan List, and giving up any of them makes Ben Shao very distressed. Alas, Zheng Liuyun has nothing to worry about, and is destined to be a wild dog that cannot be trained. And he is different, he can be tamed. ”

The old man said "Oh?" and asked, "What do you say?"

"Because he's affectionate. ”

The old man thought of Qing'er, seemed to have an understanding, and praised: "The young master knows people and is good at their duties, and he is really similar to the sect master when he was young. ”

"Boom ......"

A brain crashed, loudly and crisply above the old man's head.

The fat man glanced at him, and said angrily: "Tell me about you, you are also the great protector of my Heavenly Sword Sect, and you can still chase a martial artist in the Quenching Body Realm." And he was also sealed with his legs, if it weren't for Ben Shao's induction, he rushed over in time, and your two old legs would be wasted. Is there a shame in losing people?

After saying that, he seemed to be angry, and he shook his hand and rewarded two brains.

The old man's face turned red, and he lowered his eyebrows and retorted: "Who knew that Zheng Liuyun's body and methods were so weird, and the old slave was also careless for a while, so he ......"

"Tut-tut......"

The fat man smashed his mouth with a look of disdain. The old man had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, his brows lowered, his face flushed, shy, annoyed and aggrieved.

......

The wind was in my ears, the road conditions were unknown, and the horses were not running well.

One foot high, one foot low, the bumps made Qing'er nervous. If it weren't for Feng Yi's tight hug, she would have fallen off the horse and turned her back to the sky.

It took about an hour, and it was less than twenty miles.

Feng Yi thought for a while and said secretly: "It's not a way to go on like this. ”

My heart is anxious, and my thoughts are racing. After a moment of silence, Lerma stopped.

"Childe, don't run away?"

Qing'er was hugged off the horse by Feng Yi and asked suspiciously.

Feng Yi shook his head without saying a word, looked left and right, and moved two pieces of 100 catties of medium and heavy bluestone.

After cutting off the reins of the horse and tying it, he let the horse lift it, and then slapped it on the horse's buttocks with a sharp palm.

The horse neighed in pain, flew up on its forefeet, and galloped toward the south.

Qing'er was in a hurry and shouted, "Childe, what are we riding when the horse runs away?"

Feng Yi looked back at the northwest and said, "Let's take a detour back." ”

"Go back?" Qing'er was puzzled.

Feng Yi didn't explain much, after all, the enemy was behind him, and he could catch up at any time. Time was of the essence, and he could not explain more.

At that moment, he pulled Qing'er, dressed in the night, first walked more than ten miles east, and then turned north.

Qing'er is not that stupid person, and after thinking for a while, she figured out the purpose of Feng Yi's move.

She said happily: "Childe is going to use horses to lure away the enemy?"

Feng Yi nodded: "Master Hongliang is a powerful person, and he can use the occult arts to fly through the air, and the speed must be extremely fast. The horses were carrying the two of us, and they would definitely not be able to outrun him. ”

Qing'er was overjoyed and worried, "It's all Qing'er's bad, which dragged down the son." ”

Feng Yi knocked on her little head and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with you, even if there is no you, he should kill me." I shouldn't be able to run away, I can't run away after all. ”

Although Qing'er nodded, her mind was still heavy, and she stopped talking all the way.

By the time dawn, the master and servant had gone north for more than 30 miles. There are low peaks on the side of the road, and there is a stream under the peak, and there is a cave next to the stream.

There were no wild beasts dormant in the cave, Feng Yi lit a bonfire, and hid in the cave with Qing'er for a little respite.

His injuries had not recovered, nor had he recovered his depleted essence and blood essence, and he was exhausted after running in the middle of the night.

At this time, feeling the warmth of the firelight, I can't help but feel sleepy.

Qing'er was extremely empathetic and said, "Son, you sleep first, and Qing'er will give you the wind." ”

Feng Yi replied and fell asleep.

I didn't wake up until the afternoon, and when I woke up, I was still dizzy, like in the clouds.

This is the sequelae of the overuse of the Blood Burning Secret Technique, and even if there is a healing pill into the abdomen, it cannot be effectively alleviated.

Feng Yi sighed helplessly, seeing that Qing'er was still enduring drowsiness and beating her spirit, she suddenly felt pity, "You can sleep too, let's go back after dark." ”

Qing'er answered, handed the prepared rice crackers to Feng Yi, and fell asleep.

After eating rice crackers and drinking enough stream water, Feng Yi worked cross-legged for half an hour, but he never calmed down.

Several times I almost deviated from the exercises, and the resentful anger that was dormant and silent in the dantian broke out again.

He didn't dare to force himself to continue cultivating, and after opening his eyes, he looked at the sky, and the remnant sun was still hanging on the top of the western mountain, it was too early.

After sitting for a long time, Feng Yi remembered the Xuan Bao he got last night.

He took it out of his bosom at the moment, looked at it, and poured out all the contents of it.