How long does a stick of incense last?

In ancient China, a stick of incense was two quarters of an hour, that is, half an hour. The incense material in the three-star world is different, and it burns for a longer time. A stick of incense here lasts almost an hour.

An hour after the Mibe Radical left.

Zhang Xiao watched the last ember disappear and stood up, "One last question, to say, or not to say?"

Zhang Yue didn't even look at him.

For an hour, he had been sorting out what had happened to him after entering the Blue God Sect. Yun Wanqing was mysterious as soon as she saw her, and she took the fake letter from the fake mad. He finally met Elder Mad, but Elder Madness sent himself to the dungeon.

He carefully recalled every scene, every detail, and every conversation with Yun Wanqing, Fake Crazy Qu, and Elder Crazy Qu, and seemed to dig out the connection.

"Poof. With a soft sound, Zhang Xiao stabbed Zhang Yue directly in the left leg.

"Hey, the skin is rough and the meat is thick. This knife went down, which surprised Zhang Xiao, because the sharp dagger did not completely stab Zhang Yue's thigh, but only pierced into the tip of the knife.

Zhang Xiao didn't achieve the desired result with a knife, and in the next second, the dagger was wrapped with red Yuan Qi, which was like a layer of red flames, jagged flames.

At the peak of refining Qi, you can release the Yuan Qi externally, and attach the released Yuan Qi to the blade to increase the lethality of the blade. But that was just Yuan Qi's natural wrapping blade.

Like Zhang Xiao, to make Yuan Qi like a sawtooth like a flame is to evolve Yuan Qi to shape, and the purpose of evolution and shaping is to fit the characteristics of the blade. At the same time, the shaped Yuan Qi is also more stable, and even if it is temporarily disconnected from the evolutionary, it can still maintain its shape. In other words, a cultivator of the Yan Qi realm can achieve the separation of Yuan Qi from the human body without affecting the characteristics of Yuan Qi for the time being, and the higher the cultivation, the longer the time of detachment.

Zhang Xiao, who can become a deacon of the Imperial Department of the Outer Mountains, is undoubtedly an "excellent" disciple, and naturally has reached the realm of Yanqi.

Zhang Xiao grinned and brutally plunged the fiery dagger into Zhang Yue's left leg.

"Uh. Zhang Yue let out a low sigh.

After the dagger was pierced into his thigh, the blazing Yuan Qi seemed to be burning his flesh and blood, and Zhang Yue didn't hold back. He looked up at Zhang Xiao with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Yo, it's pretty fierce. Zhang Xiao returned Zhang Yue's gaze and turned his wrist.

Suddenly, the sharp pain in his thigh was ten times greater, but Zhang Yue stared at Zhang Xiao and didn't make another sound.

Zhang Xiao pulled out the dagger, casually inserted the dagger on the table, and exclaimed, "It's a man, but I hope you hold on a little longer." ”

At Zhang Yue's left leg, the dagger wrapped by Yuan Qi had a huge breaking power, and a hole seemed to have been opened in the thigh, and the blood instantly infected the pants, and the wound caused by Yuan Qi was not so easy to heal automatically.

Zhang Yue mobilized the Yuan Qi in his body to gather near the wound and slowed down the bleeding by peristalgating the muscles. However, without bandaging, and Zhang Yue's use of Yuan Qi is still very superficial, and the effect is not obvious.

Zhang Xiao shouted, "Light incense." ”

Behind Zhang Xiao, there were two other disciples who listened to him, and one of the disciples hurriedly lit another stick of incense. Zhang Xiao kept in mind the order of the imperial ministry, and stabbed him with a stick of incense.

At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly burst in.

This black shadow moved extremely fast, knocking down two disciples almost instantly.

Zhang Xiao felt something strange and was shocked, "Who?"

But he was sitting on the chair, he was attacked by a sneak attack, and as soon as he stood up, he was punched away, and the black shadow caught up with Zhang Xiao, who was beaten away, and slapped Zhang Xiao on the back of his head, and immediately Zhang Xiao fell softly.

The black shadow looked like a man in black, he was wearing black trousers, a black turban, and a black mask, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The man in black helped Zhang Yue untie the ropes of his hands and feet, and said in a low voice, "Follow me." ”

Zhang Yue looked at the eyes of the man in black, and many thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment. Immediately, he took advantage of the man in black to turn around, and suddenly slashed at the neck of the man in black with a heavy blow.

The man in black turned around in astonishment, his eyes full of doubts, he didn't understand why Zhang Yue suddenly did this. The next second, he fainted.

Zhang Yue dragged his injured leg and ripped off the mask of the man in black, revealing a familiar face.

This man in black is the fake madman, that is, the yellow crane.

Zhang Yue looked at him, his eyes were determined, and he whispered, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Zhang Yue used the mask of the yellow crane to tie up the wound on his left leg, took off Zhang Xiao's coat and put it on his body, pulled out the dagger that belonged to Zhang Xiao on the table, and limped towards the outside of the "dungeon".

Outside the dungeon, there was no one.

This is a place of confinement in the outer mountains, and few people usually come here.

Zhang Yue did not hide his whereabouts, he kept moving along the main road, occasionally hearing or seeing someone passing by from a distance, he avoided it from a distance. He was wearing Zhang Xiao's clothes, although he was limping step by step, but from a distance, others would not suspect that he was not a member of the sect.

This is also Zhang Yue's helpless move, under the injury, he can no longer sneak.

Sure enough, he didn't last long, and at the bend of the road, he suddenly and silently bumped into a person wearing a disciple's costume. The man looked at Zhang Yue suspiciously, "Are you?"

Zhang Yue made a move and threw a punch into the man's face, and the man reacted quickly, blocking Zhang Yue's fist with both hands and arms, but he obviously underestimated Zhang Yue's strength.

The force of this punch instantly knocked him back, and when he was stunned, Zhang Yueqiang endured the pain in his left leg and jerked forward a few steps, catching up with a punch that hit the man's neck.

The man fainted.

Zhang Yue looked at his left leg, he could bear the pain of the wound, and when he moved slightly, the blood soaked out again. He dragged the man into the grass next to him, cut off his robe with a dagger, and tied the wound tightly again.

"Who's inside!" Suddenly, Zhang Yue heard a coquettish voice, and a woman in purple clothes was looking here on the main road outside.

Zhang Yue hurriedly got up and left.

The woman in purple had already come over, and at a glance she saw that she had fainted from her own disciple, and then watched Zhang Yue flee into the distance, and shouted, "Stop!"

The next moment, the woman in purple walked like the wind, and the trees and grass didn't seem to hinder her much. Zhang Yue has a leg injury, he is not good at speed, and his movements are slower at this time. So it was only a hundred meters away, and Zhang Yue was caught up.

The woman in purple probably saw that Zhang Yue's cultivation was not high, and grabbed him with one hand.

Zhang Yue seized the opportunity, and suddenly a short body threw himself on the ground, and then his hands hugged the legs of the woman in purple at once.

The woman in purple was unsteady on her legs, and her whole body fell backwards. To her surprise, the moment she fell, she saw this suspicious person actually crawling up with her clothes, the first grabbed her thigh, the second grabbed her waist, and the third grabbed her "fierce......