Lying in the shed, Mi Hongchen suddenly heard countless people coming, he was always calm, and he was a little panicked at the moment. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHow could there be so many people in the mountains, then it must be an enemy attack. Are those monks crazy, this is to completely extinguish their mouths, and they really want to fight against Ziwei Xing?

And he is still lying half-dead, this is to be slaughtered by others!

All kinds of speculations and worries swirled in his mind, and he was worried, but he heard Wei Xiaoge's crisp and neat voice shouting.

"Ah, Zhiwei Daoist, why are you. You're fine, I'm still worried!"

It turned out that the Taoist priest came.

Mi Hongchen let out a long sigh of relief.

As soon as this tone eased down, it turned into a faint spit, despising that he was not calm, and also despised the relationship between Wei Xiaoge and Zhiwei that was "obviously" different from ordinary people.

Bringing a large group of people into the mountain must be the helper that Zhiwei called for Miss Wei. This girl is scheming, even if she does not belong to some organization, it may not be that there are few men who bow under her pomegranate skirt and act as flower messengers for her before and after the saddle.

Didn't you almost get on the road?

Mi Hongchen couldn't help but pout.

Not to mention Mi Hongchen's eighteen guesses here.

Wei Xiaoge outside was surprised, knowing where the people and horses were pulled from, and the momentum was so immense. She counted at random, and there were more than seventy horses in all, each loaded with tightly covered packages, and more than thirty or forty people followed.

These people are not on horses, they walk with their feet steadily, and they don't need to look at it twice to know that there is cultivation.

The loss was not an enemy, and the sound of horses' hooves before almost frightened her.

Zhiwei did not walk with the crowd, but silently walked to the side of the crowd of horses, at least five or six feet apart.

It looks like no one is close.

However, he is not alone, and there is another middle-aged Taoist priest who looks in his thirties. The Taoist priest is dressed similarly to him, but the clothes are plain, and he is far from being as extravagant.

Wei Xiaoge glanced at it, and suddenly gave birth to a little respect.

This Taoist priest is carrying a very large and simple long sword behind him, born with a great face, broad eyebrows, and a straight waist, with a martial arts momentum. Such a big man, weighing one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, stepped on the ground, did not even make a sound, and the weeds were not flattened.

Even if this Taoist priest's cultivation is not very high, he must be considered a master in size, and she immediately decided.

It's not good to be walking while practicing at the same time, so you don't have to delay.

The others were not Taoist priests, they were all men in the prime of life, strong and powerful, all wearing dark blue jackets and cowhide boots.

The young man at the head was dressed differently from others, wearing a slightly flowing arrow-sleeved gown, twenty-five or six o'clock, with long eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a good appearance, with a sense of everyone's demeanor. The thin lips were pursed tightly, slightly serious, and there was a bit of a frosty look on his face.

He was accompanied by a young girl in a goose-yellow jacket, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with big eyes and a high nose, and she was born very bright and moving. For some reason, the girl seemed a little unhappy, with a straight face, and a ruddy little mouth as if angry.

Wei Xiaoge was really puzzled.

Why did such a group of people come to the barren mountains, could it be that they were all smuggled to Baoliang Country. I don't know if Daoist Zhiwei met them halfway, or if they were originally in a group.

With a smile on her face, she waved her hand from afar to greet Zhiwei, and then stepped forward to meet her.

Seeing Wei Xiaoge walking to him, Zhiwei nodded, and it took a long time to squeeze out, "Miss Wei......"

And then..... And then there was no follow-up.

According to common sense, after ordinary people shout their names, they have to say "meet again" or "poor and polite" or something like that. However, Wei Xiaoge already knew that he was a saw-mouthed gourd, so he smiled and didn't care.

"Zhiwei Daoist, I have been thinking about you these days, but I have received your things but failed to protect you responsibly. I heard my brother Xue Shaoxi say, I didn't see you in the area of the wooden house, for fear that something would happen to you. ”

Zhiwei said lightly: "Set up the phantom array." ”

Because he was already accustomed to speculating about this person's way of speaking, Wei Xiaoge's mind turned and he understood. In fact, he was still in the original place, but he just made a phantom array and hid his whereabouts, so Maoqiu Xiaoxue and the others turned around but didn't see him.

She was slightly confused.

In other words, Zhiwei has the ability to form this hand, and he shouldn't need anyone to protect him, so why did he spend so much money and give half a bottle of snow lotus essence to himself.

There are so few words that it makes people have a toothache, and Wei Xiaoge knows that he can't ask why, and he doesn't plan to study the real reason.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

Turning sideways, she clasped her fists and saluted at the tall Taoist priest beside Zhiwei, "Dare to ask the name of this Taoist chief, surnamed Wei, who once fought the enemy with Zhiwei Daoist, but there is some common hatred for the enemy." It's just that Ben is a little worried about the safety of Zhiwei Daoist, but he doesn't want him to be prepared!"

The implication is actually to appreciate the skills of this tall and strong Taoist priest, so why should others protect him.

Wei Xiaoge didn't know, Mi Hongchen had been listening to the movement outside with his ears pricked up. He has a successful cultivation, and his ears are bright, although there is a lot of movement outside, it is very miscellaneous, but he can condense his mind and filter out those useless, only listen to Wei Xiaoge and Zhiwei's words.

Hearing Wei Xiaoge's words at this moment, he almost jumped up, and he was angry in his heart, the so-called "fighting the enemy together, hating the enemy together" should refer to himself.

He had long suspected that the trap was set by Zhiwei, and when he heard the phantom array mentioned earlier, he was a little clear. In these years, everyone is a martial artist, but I have also heard of such a character as Fa Xiu, it is said that Fa Xiu is studying the number of strange techniques, and there are some strange methods

There are also those more mysterious sayings, what a little stone turns into gold, calling for wind and rain, omnipotent.

was pierced by an invisible sword, apparently setting up something like a "phantom array".

Stinky Taoist is hateful, Miss Wei...... She's also extremely hateful!

Mi Hongchen's heart fluctuated, he didn't know where to go, he was stunned for a while, but he forgot to talk about it.

Wei Xiaoge just said casually, he didn't think about it so much, how did he know that Mi Hongchen was secretly listening, and the shed was so far away.

Besides, it's a big truth.

Daoist Gao Zhuang laughed heartily, "Poor Dao Lingyunzi, I've seen Miss Wei." This is a coincidence, since Miss Wei has met Uncle Zhiwei, then I am not polite, and I recommend myself as a friend. ”

Uncle Xiaoxiao?

Hearing Ling Yunzi say this, Wei Xiaoge couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the seniority of Zhiwei Daoist is quite high, he looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is almost the same as Ling Yunzi's nephew. This man was very cheerful, and immediately recommended himself as a friend.

Usually he must be a person who likes to make friends with heroes from all walks of life.

"Dao Elder is so courageous, Wei has seen Ling Yunzi Dao Chief!" she quickly returned to normal, smiling and saluting.

Wei?

Ling Yunzi was slightly stunned, and then laughed, this little girl was also tired of being amused, but at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was old-fashioned when she spoke. And if a man is neither male nor female, shouldn't he call himself a "little woman"?

He looked over, and not far away there were a few shivering men wrapped in animal skins, and a few dirty little dolls squatting by the fire, looking at this side with their eyes.

Sensei was cold and looked like a refugee. (To be continued.) )