Pitch-black clouds drifted slowly, and the white moonlight shone on the ground. After a brief bandage, Hooknose took a handkerchief and wiped the hot blood on his face. The white moonlight made his face paler and paler.

He stared at the dead bamboo pole, his brows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking. The mercenaries beside him also did not have the slightest joy of winning the battle, and the original team of more than 30 people was now only about half left, and more or less there were still colors, and the ferocity of the bamboo poles made them tremble.

Even if they claim to be bloodthirsty, their hearts have already been digested when they see this scene.

The tall and thin body is covered with knife marks.

After a long time, a cold voice suddenly sounded among them: "Let's go!

"Deputy Commander, our current situation ........" There was a hesitation among them.

"Shut up, stupid!" Hook Nose was angry, but someone touched his brow, so that the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he yelled fiercely at the mercenary who opened his mouth.

"Do you think there isn't a mercenary group behind this kind of master? We're just here and waiting for someone to slaughter us? you, stupid B! Only after we go to the snowy region will we have a chance to live!!Use your pig brains to think about it, is this the case?!" He scolded hysterically.

According to common sense, he actually analyzed it well, but ........... Bamboo poles are a special case, but he never counted this.

The members of the mercenary group felt that it made sense when they thought about it, and even if they were reluctant, they had to follow the hooked nose and walk out of the city, looking like lost dogs.

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The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and even the sun shines with a chill today. The desolate streets themselves are only busy with people in twos and threes.

A day's training made Lu Feng'er so tired that he collapsed on the ground, and even if he cultivated, it was a little difficult to recover from the fatigue of his body. Obviously, after working so hard, the third-level martial artist felt that it was still far away, and Lu Feng'er was also anxious in her heart.

But if anyone knows what he thinks, they will scold him, 'your grandma's pretending to be a B dog, and you can sell it if you get it cheap!'

After all, the vast majority of people who have cultivated to the realm of this third-level martial artist have paid more than time.

When the meditation was over, he had to go out to find food, and he had already eaten everything he had brought back last time.

He gently closed the door outside the courtyard, for fear of disturbing Mu Xu, because he knew that Mu Xu should be cultivating at this time. Although for Mu Xu, this movement has no effect at all.

Passing through the familiar streets, the bodies in one place have been disposed of, but some of the buildings on both sides have not been repaired. Some of the old people were scolding and doing simple restoration work on the sidelines, and they didn't know who they were scolding.

The dried blood still remained, seeping into the cracks in the stone, telling the horror of yesterday's battle.

"Which mercenary group did you fight hard yesterday?" This situation is not uncommon, and the bamboo pole also bragged to him, saying how many people they killed when the mercenary group came........ But what he wondered was that he always felt some bad premonition in his heart when he saw this.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of rice today. Coming to the tavern and sitting in the same position, he said to the tavern owner. He had been eating noodles before, and today he wants to change the taste.

Without saying a word, the tavern owner put down his glass, turned and headed towards the back kitchen.

He sat in his seat bored, and in the midst of the noise, he seemed to hear something.

...........

"Damn, I really can't see it, that bamboo pole is really fierce!" said a second-level martial artist who was drunk and came to the person next to him with admiration.

"Hey, when he was a third-level martial artist, he couldn't see that once he broke through to a fourth-level martial artist, he was so violent, and there were fifteen or sixteen people in a fourth-level martial artist........ It is estimated that the head of the dragon battle will regret his intestines, right?" The other one who spoke was a bald man in his forties, although he was forty years old, he was still only a first-level martial artist.

But depending on the situation, he and the second-level martial artist were quite chatty. Lu Feng'er had seen the two of them, she had stayed here some time ago, and she was about to take advantage of this time to go back.

"Yesterday it was a bamboo pole that fought with people?" Lu Feng'er's uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

"Hey, it's a pity!" the second-level martial artist shook his head.

All of a sudden............

"Smack!" a pair of palms slammed heavily on their tables, "What's the pity?"

"What the hell are you doing?" the second-level martial artist also slammed the table and staggered to his feet, and the table was instantly smashed in half. When they come out to mix, the most important thing is to save face, so he must not be cowardly at this time.

It was Lu Feng'er standing in front of him, and he knew that he was still a second-level martial artist, so his attitude made him very unhappy, and he also lost his temper with the strength of wine.

But Lu Feng'er was in no mood to pay attention to his emotions, grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall.

The second-level martial artist grabbed his arm but couldn't move a bit, and the power coming from his arm frightened him. He finally realized that he was definitely not the opponent of the kid in front of him.

Although he had heard that he had defeated the bamboo pole of a third-level martial artist before, he felt that it was just his luck, and now that he was really facing it, he knew the gap between him and him.

"Say, what a pity!" Lu Feng'er hissed as she pressed him.

"What do you want to know, let it go, let's talk about it!" The second-level martial artist relented, but he must not lose face in front of everyone, "Otherwise, I won't say anything if you kill me!"

Hearing this, Lu Feng'er also realized her gaffe and slowly let go of her hand.

He straightened his collar and muttered to Lu Feng'er dissatisfied, "What do you want to know?"

"Why do you say it's a pity to have a bamboo pole?" Lu Feng'er also let out a long breath, he also felt that Fang had just been a little impulsive, so his tone softened a little.

"Isn't it a pity to die?" muttered the second-level martial artist.

"What?" Lu Feng'er suddenly glared, and the second-level martial artist was so frightened that he lifted a stool to protect him and retreated again and again.

"If you have something to say, don't move your hands and feet!" he pulled away from what he thought was safe.

"The bamboo pole is dead?" Lu Feng'er asked again with a glare.

"Yes, yesterday he had a hard fight with that war-mad mercenary group. The second-level martial artist resignedly explained, "I don't know how he did it, he killed one of their regiment leaders, who was also a fourth-level martial artist, and killed fifteen or sixteen of them. ”

"You didn't see that scene, the corpses were all over the place, and they didn't look like people..........!" Before he finished speaking, Lu Feng'er couldn't wait to ask, "What about the bamboo poles?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I was hacked to death with a knife, and I had no less than 30 scars on my body, that look, it looks really miserable. His face was all black and purple, and he was probably poisoned before he died. The second-level martial artist shook his head and sighed.

Lu Feng'er's mind was blank, and she was stunned in place for a long time, and finally asked in a daze, "What about the rest of the war-mad mercenary group? Where are they all dead?!" At this time, his eyes were split.

"I don't know. Seeing him like this, the second-level martial artist was stunned, and hurriedly took a few steps back, hitting the wall, "You go and ask the others." ”

Lu Feng'er's eyes swept over the rest of the tavern, and they all shook their heads slightly.

So, he rushed out of the tavern and ran out.

There is not a single cloud tonight, and it is exceptionally clear.

Opening the door, Mu Xu was already sitting on the terrace, looking up at the slightly reddened moon.

As soon as Lu Feng'er came back, she stumbled to the ground, knocked her head on the ground, sobbed, and couldn't speak.

After a long time.

"Out of the Great Wall, I have been going northwest for more than 100 miles. After coming out of the pine forest, you will see a snow-capped mountain, and they are camped in a cave on the mountainside. Mu Xu sighed faintly.

Lu Feng'er clenched her fists on the ground, got up suddenly, and ran out.

"Be careful!" Mu Xu slowly closed his eyes and muttered softly, although the voice was not loud, it was still accurately conveyed to Lu Feng'er's ears through the wind.

"Ah!" Lu Feng'er replied in a low voice.

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In the snow-capped mountains, in the mountainside, fourteen or fifteen people are lying crookedly in their sleeping bags to rest. A day's rapid march made their already tired bodies even more tired. Finally finding a safe place, they fell to the ground and refused to get up, and fell into a deep sleep.

Fourteen or fifteen people, but no one sentry.

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