At this time, another blue-robed female disciple of the samurai academy rushed over, with almost the same scars, the samurai robe was stained red with blood, and her expression was tired, mixed with a panic:

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Beiming put his sword into the sheath, revealing an extremely complicated and tired expression:

"It's okay, it's not an enemy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The female disciple's voice became excited:

"Is it a rescuer?"

"It's not a rescuer."

Zhang Beiming's expression was silent, and then he turned around and left, looking for a secluded place, leaning against the trunk of the tree, silent.

"Twenty-two years......"

Time has not completely washed away all his hatred and humiliation, but when the enemy stood in front of him, he suddenly found that the hatred in his heart had been washed away very lightly, compared to his younger brother Zhang Ruifeng's arrogant and domineering character, Zhang Beiming was actually much calmer, since the sword just now did not hurt the other party, he would not do it again, especially in such a dangerous situation.

It's always easy for people to remember the face that hurt themselves, but it's hard to remember the face that hurt themselves.

But all men will remember the face of a beautiful woman who had an affair with you.

In this way, Song Ming searched for dry intestines and did not recognize Zhang Beiming, but he recognized Ye Lan more than 20 years later at a glance.

Although there was no trace of girlishness on her face, pride had faded, indifference had been replaced by gentleness, and all traits were now obscured by blood and tiredness, Songming recognized her at a glance.

Song Ming's deepest impression of Ye Lan is not her Korean drama-like blind date experience in the weekly news, but the three beautiful words in the book cover of "Wu Tiandao Reverie":

To live.

No, no, he's about to forget about it.

What he remembered most vividly was the moment in the 421 bathroom......

A moment is an eternity.

Song Ming looked at Ye Lan at this moment, looked at her shoulder pierced by the dragon's teeth, looked at her right half of her body stained red with blood, and looked at her pale, tired but nervous face, he didn't show any sympathy, only grinned:

"I'm still alive, why do you look like you're going to die?"

The grinning smile, simple and pure, was quite rare on Songming's face, with the shape of a crack that seemed to have been cut by a blade of grass, as if it had a verdant color, and had the sweet smell of grass brought by the breeze through the grass (probably because of chewing grass roots)-

Just like what Ye Lan remembered more than twenty years ago.

More than 20 years later, after achieving the dream of feathering, Ye Lan's personality is much gentler, but at this moment, facing Song Ming, for some reason, her expression is still extremely restrained, and there is no trace of joy and excitement in her heart on her face:

"I saw you, but why can't I laugh?"

Song Ming seemed to have a string touched in his heart, but his face was still funny:

"Is it because it hurts?"

"I heard about the dean's amnesty, but soon I also heard the news that you were expelled from the school, do you think I should be happy or sad?"

"Since there is still a chance to choose, of course I am happy, by the way, how did you get hurt?"

"...... that started in the morning"

According to Ye Lan's introduction, Song Ming probably knew what happened:

In this dragon hunting conference, the samurai academy sent more than 300 disciples who cultivated above the seventh order of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and these disciples were divided into eleven groups, each group of groups, and the other four direct disciples formed a "special operation group", which was combined vertically and horizontally, and hunted in groups.

This tactic worked wonders in the first two days, as the Samurai Academy captured a larger number of mutant pterosaurs with less than half the strength of the Knight Academy.

On the third day, however, there was a problem.

At more than eight o'clock this morning, a heavy fog suddenly fell in the central area of the back mountain, and the visibility was less than ten meters, as the fog intensified, the radio in this area was suddenly cut off, and the Dao power communication of the space ring also failed, and even the Dao knowledge of the samurai was greatly disturbed, a zhang away, like a dark place.

As a result, the communication between groups was almost cut off, and only when they were close to each other, they could exchange information by shouting, and the communication between the groups and Tianzhumen was completely cut off.

And that's not the worst thing.

When the disciples rose up with their swords and tried to escape from the thick fog, they were besieged by the flying beasts in the fog; If you force your way in one direction, you will not only encounter a large number of flying beasts, but you will even be attacked by mutant dragons.

As a result, more than a dozen attempts to break out of the siege ended in failure, and each time the disciples returned to their original places, these flying beasts or dragons stopped attacking and disappeared into the thick fog.

Breakthrough, failure, return ...... And so on, and more than four hours have passed.

Hearing this, Song Ming frowned and realized the seriousness of the problem:

"Since you are a special operations group, what about Qi Ming and Qi Yu?"

Ye Lan's face was worried:

"During the latest breakout, in order to protect me and Senior Brother Zhang, the two senior brothers rushed into the dragon group, and now their lives and deaths are uncertain, and they can no longer be contacted......"

"What about the security fleet of the General's Palace?"

Ye Lan pointed to the purple banyan tree against Zhang Beiming's back:

"Look there—"

Approaching the huge intertwined roots, Song Ming looked up and saw that a combat boat of the General's Mansion had fallen on the branches, the wreckage was scattered, and the cockpit was stuck between the branches, which was full of blood, and the pilot was nowhere to be seen.

Song Ming frowned slightly, only to feel that this matter was a little strange:

"On the way here, I didn't meet a flying beast, I didn't see a dragon shadow, I came here easily, do you mean, I can't get out now? If these mutant pterosaurs and flying beasts are truly ferocious, why don't they just besiege you? When did your life become so valuable? ”

At this point, an ominous premonition suddenly came to my heart.

Song Ming hurriedly returned to the plane, unloaded the prepared food and medicinal herbs, and left them for Ye Lan and the others, while he got into the cockpit and prepared to take off.

Ye Lan followed:

"You're leaving?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how dangerous it is?"

"I don't know."

"Then let's go together."

Song Ming smiled, walked out of the cockpit, and lightly touched Ye Lan's shoulder:

"Don't you understand? You two are injured, and this is a burden to me, so don't worry, I'm not only going out, I'm going to come back to get you out. ”

After speaking, Songming turned around and returned to the cockpit.

Pull down the S gear of the speed mode, and with a sharp whistle, the plane took off into the air and rushed into the dense fog like a rocket.

Ye Lan stood with her head up, her eyes lit up with tears.

Zhang Beiming shook his head and said nothing.

As for how to break out of the dragon group, Song Ming has no specific plan, and he is still skeptical about whether there will be a dragon group.

At this moment, the overhead field of vision was too small, so Song Ming simply turned on the machine gun, drove the plane all the way to strafe, and went straight to the sky with extreme wind.

Until the fog was drilled, there was no dragon.

"Is it just for samurai in robes?"

Song Ming was a little puzzled, smiled dumbly, and breathed a sigh of relief, and the time limit of the S gear had arrived, and the speed of the plane slowly slowed down.

At this time, the radar alarm suddenly sounded, and the rearview screen of the plane was instantly occupied by dragon shadows, densely packed, like a swarm of bats.

A group of wyverns chased the plane out of the fog!

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Preview: Chapter 0105, Dragon Knight