Wu Wenkang's face was embarrassed, and the evil aura on his body suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing this, Meng Xie and the others all raised their heads and laughed.

After chatting a few more words, the young man turned his head and saw that the passenger boat had been parked on the shore, and warmly invited Meng Xie and the three of them to board the boat.

"Come on, come on, the three of you have come from afar from the Exile Sect, and when you get here, it's time for me to arrange it. ”

Meng Xie took the opportunity to look at the young man who claimed to be a dust-falling disciple, about twenty-one or twelve years old, with a smile on his face, which made people feel very kind.

Following in the footsteps of Wu Wenkang and Pei Xian, Meng Xie got on the boat.

When he arrived at the ship, Meng Xie found that the passenger ship was about five zhang long, in the shape of a jujube core, and in the center was a very exquisitely arranged cabin.

followed everyone into the cabin, and Meng Xie and the others sat around the tea table.

The dustman sat on the main seat, slapped his palm lightly, and immediately a few cups of fragrant tea were served.

Twitching his nose a few times, Meng Xie picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, and a stream of heat ran down his throat.

The aroma lingers on the lips and teeth, with a slight bitterness.

"Yes, this is a tea made from fried Sanqing ginseng, and long-term drinking can remove impurities from the body, which is of great benefit to cultivation. ”

Meng Xie's evaluation made the Luochen disciple slightly surprised, looked at Meng Xie, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be a tea ceremony master, this is the tea that was personally fried by the elder of my Luochen family. ”

"Tea ceremony master?" Wu Wenkang glanced at Meng Xie meaningfully, and introduced to the dusty disciple with a smile, "This is not only a tea ceremony master, but also a well-known exile sect Meng Xie, haven't you been clamoring to get to know it? ”

"Oops! disrespectful and disrespectful!" When the dust-falling disciple heard Wu Wenkang's words, he immediately looked at Meng Xie with a look of adoration, "Senior Brother Meng, it turns out that you are Meng Xie, I have always admired your performance in the Young Hero Competition, I like to make friends with those masters in my life, I hope Senior Brother Meng will not dislike me." ”

After speaking, the dusty man picked up the teapot on the table and was about to fill it for Meng Xie.

Seeing this, Meng Xie hurriedly stopped, and said modestly: "Passing awards and awards, some trivial things, not enough to worry about." ”

For Meng Xie, it is better to be a low-key person, and not to talk about things often.

Seeing that Meng Xie was very polite, the dusty disciple said with a regretful face: "Alas, Senior Brother Meng doesn't know, I have already cultivated as a nine-rank martial artist, if it weren't for my father saying that I have an unstable temperament and won't let me go to the Exile Sect, I'm afraid I would have seen Senior Brother Meng's demeanor a long time ago." ”

Meng Xie turned a deaf ear to such compliments, but said with a smile on his face: "There are friends from afar, if God destined us to become friends, no matter how many miles we are, we will definitely meet and get acquainted." ”

Hearing this, the dust-falling disciple hurriedly nodded yes, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

The guests and hosts had a very happy conversation, and the dusters also promised that after going ashore, they must invite Meng Xie and a few people to have a good drink.

At this moment, the originally clear sky suddenly blew fiercely, dark clouds were thick, and the sound of rolling thunder rushed in.

Seeing that it was about to rain, the dusty man explained with a smile, "Senior brothers, don't be afraid, the weather is unpredictable above the Qingfeng River, we are all used to such things, and it will be sunny in a while." ”

The words fell, and everyone heard a shout from outside the cabin.

"Oh no, there are assassins!"

A scream followed, and it was clear that the man who called the police was dead.

"Smack!"

The dust-falling disciples didn't expect that at this juncture, someone would dare to assassinate, and they were immediately furious, and they stood up and were about to go out.

Meng Xie and the others stood up one after another, planning to go out to see what was going on.

Before they could leave the table, they heard a "click" from the window of the cabin.

The windows were torn apart, and sawdust flew in all directions in the cabin.

A black shadow burst in, the cold light in his hand, and went straight to the chest of the dusty disciple.

Swish!

The cold light flashed, and the cultivation of the black shadow also burst out instantly.

Jiupin Martial Artist!

The dustman used his hand to resist the sawdust slightly, and when he saw the cold light reach his chest, he turned to the side and let go of the cold light.

He looked down and saw that the cold light was clearly a sharp dagger, exuding an astonishing murderous aura.

Seeing that he didn't succeed, the black shadow didn't love to fight at all, and his figure instantly regressed, and he left the cabin in the blink of an eye.

These things only happened between lightning and flint, and Meng Xie and the three of them didn't react at all.

The dusty man's face turned pale, and he jumped out of the cabin, followed by Meng Xie and the others.

Outside the cabin, Meng Xie saw many black-clothed people around him, fighting with the sailors, but he didn't notice the shadow of the black-clothed man just now.

The clash of weapons was incessant, and the battle around them seemed to be evenly matched, and no one could help anyone.

At this moment, Meng Xie only felt a sound of breaking the air above his head, and his body suddenly moved sideways.

When I looked up, I saw a man in black running away again.

This man in black is by no means the same as the one just now.

Compared with the two, the man in black who later was not only short in stature, but also ruthless, and his cultivation was even higher than the former, and he had reached the realm of a second-grade martial artist.

The duster was no match for this man in black at all, and he was slapped in the chest by the other party, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Meng Xie's figure suddenly rose up, and he suddenly appeared in front of the man in black, and his left hand was as fast as lightning, and he pointed out.

"Bipolar anode!"

The index finger of his left hand instantly became transparent, and the air around him became distorted and distorted, making it clear and decipherable.

The black-clothed man's pupils contracted, as if he recognized the power of martial arts, and his eyes showed a fierce look.

"Knock knock knock!"

The man in black stood in place, ignoring Meng Xie's fingers, and slammed his chest several times one after another.

Then, the man in black trembled like chaff, as if he was in great pain.

At this moment, Meng Xie's fingers came to the chest of the man in black, and he was about to point on his chest.

Suddenly, the body of the man in black stopped trembling, and his pupils turned grayish.

"Click!"

The fingers fell on his chest, and the crisp sound of fractures came from the chest of the man in black.

He didn't hear it, didn't feel the slightest pain, and slammed his dry palm in front of him.

With a bang, Meng Xie's wrist was actually grabbed by the man in black at once.

Feeling the huge strength of the man in black, his wrist was tightened more and more, making Meng Xie clench his teeth tightly.

The man in black shook his wrist, jumped forward, and took advantage of Meng Xie's unpreparedness, and his thin hand slapped Meng Xie's chest.

The power that was as heavy as a mountain came from his chest, and Meng Xie felt that the whole person was about to be flattened, and his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

And the man in black didn't take his hand, and slapped Meng Xie a few times, causing his body to fly out upside down immediately, fall into the Qingfeng River, and disappear.

"Meng Xie!"

At this time, Wu Wenkang and Pei Xian had already helped the dusters to stand up, just witnessing the scene of Meng Xie being knocked away.

Wu Wenkang's face was furious, and he handed over the dust-falling disciple to Pei Xian, and with one arrow step, he came to the man in black.

The white vitality instantly condensed on Wu Wenkang's hands, and slapped it towards the thin man in black.

The man in black sneered, and his dry hands stepped forward without showing weakness.

Boom!

The vitality collided in the air, forming invisible ripples that spread out in all directions.

Wu Wenkang and the man in black took three steps back at the same time, fighting an even match.

The man in black sneered twice, squatted down sharply, and pressed a pair of palms on the deck.

"It's not good, he's going to destroy the ship!" Wu Wenkang just reminded him.

Seeing two green rays flying out of the black-clothed man's palm, they instantly cut through the entire deck.

Just listen to the sound of "click, click" endlessly.

Wu Wenkang looked down and found that the huge deck had been divided into two halves, and the gap was getting bigger and bigger.

The man in black smirked twice and let out a whistle!

Immediately afterwards, the man in black jumped forward, and a fierce man plunged into the Qingfeng River.

got the signal to retreat, and the other men in black were no longer in love, and jumped into the Qingfeng River one after another, disappearing one by one.

Wu Wenkang saw that it was irretrievable, and yelled at Pei Xian.

"Jump into the river!"

Pei Xian dragged the dust-falling disciple with his hand, and jumped into the Qingfeng River with a flying body, carefully guarding the surroundings, for fear that those black-clothed people would sneak attack again.

Wu Wenkang also jumped into the Qingfeng River and swam towards Pei Xian with all his might.

Three hours later, the Qingfeng Mountain Range, the residence of the Falling Dust Family.

The lush trees surround the huge Dusty Family Residence, forming a natural barrier.

The station is only about a few hundred acres in size, but it is fully equipped, such as martial arts training grounds, meeting rooms, dining halls, etc.

In a relatively secluded place at the back of the station, there is a small courtyard, the scenery is very beautiful, the layout is simple but very elegant, which makes people look pleasing to the eye.

In the courtyard room, a middle-aged man was furious.

"Smack!"

The tea table was slapped, and the tea bowls and teapots were staggering on the table.

"What are you doing to eat, I can't find anyone until now, go find it, if I can't find you, don't come back, jump into the Qingfeng River and drown one by one!"

The one who was angry was a middle-aged man, dressed in a brocade robe, with no anger on his face, angry at the people in front of him.

The subordinates nodded yes again and again, turned around and left.

The middle-aged man turned his head sideways, and his eyes were blazing as he looked at the three young people in the seat next to him.

"Wu Xian's nephew, I frightened you, I will definitely find out the murderer, which of you is the same door, I arranged to find it, but after such a long time, I'm afraid he has been more than lucky. ”

The middle-aged man slammed his fist on his palm, looking very sad and looking very sad.

Sitting on the chair were naturally Wu Wenkang, Pei Xian and the Dusty Disciple.

As soon as the three of them returned to Luochen's house, they changed their soaked clothes and hurried to the head of the house.

"The master of the Luochen family is serious, I think Meng Xie may not be dead, every disciple will leave a soul mark in the Exile Sect, if he is already dead, the soul mark will disappear, and the sect will send a jade slip to ask. ”

"Now that there is no jade slip in the sect, it means that Meng Xie is not dead, but his whereabouts are unknown. ”

Wu Wenkang looked at the head of the Luochen family in front of him, that is, Luochen Pengtian, the father of the Luochen disciple, and comforted him.

"Okay, then I'll shoot more people out looking for it!"

Seeing this, Luochen Pengtian ordered his subordinates to arrange more people to find Meng Xie.

"I can only look at the will of heaven! I hope that he has his own celestial phenomena. (To be continued.) )