"Mr. Zhang Jiao, I want to take a look at the prosperity of Huang Tian, I don't know. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info. Can you go along?" A calm voice slowly spit out from Chen Fei's mouth, but it made the faces of everyone present change greatly, and in the mournful sound of steel rubbing, a sharp blade pointed at Chen Fei, and the atmosphere became a little depressed for a while. The young man from the famous clan looked at Chen Fei with even more disbelief - he was the only one who had communicated with Chen Fei in these days, and if you asked Chen Fei how he knew what they were going to do, it was only from him!

。。。 But how could it be? just a sentence ...

Those who can have the courage and qualifications to go deep into the hinterland of the plague with Zhang Jiao are all the elites of the Yellow Turban Army, and more than ten powerful breaths burst out for a while, and then they merged like a military formation to directly envelop Chen Fei, but Chen Fei just stood in place without being surprised, and looked at the middle-aged man with a somewhat stunned face, the long sword on his waist trembled slightly, and the momentum that was enough to scare ordinary people into invisibility- Although his body was still far from recovering, his body at this time was enough for him to resonate with the sword, and the sword cultivation that he had raised in the confrontation with the Sword Monarch allowed him to easily dissolve this momentum oppression that was comparable to the gold level - with a posture of serious injury, without using any extraordinary power, only relying on his own understanding of the sword!

。。。 Moreover, he is not in a state of being a wasted man who cannot use even a trace of power like he was five days ago...

"Wenle, stop!" Frowning slightly, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe snorted, the long staff in his hand slammed to the ground, and a layer of shock waves visible to the naked eye shook the yellow turban soldiers surrounding Chen Fei slightly, and the solemn momentum disappeared in an instant, as if it did not exist in the first place, and at the same time, a trace of deep power circulating in Chen Fei's body slowly turned into the dantian. After integrating everything into the last sword, the power that reappeared in Chen Fei's body was no longer the internal force or the holy light, but the last trace of brilliance that flowed on Chen Fei's sword, no longer as endless as the internal force, and also lost the rescue ability of the holy light, but became... Fierce and invincible!

"Bunraku!" Zhang Jiao, a heroic man who single-handedly set off the prelude to the entire troubled world, looked at his disciple, and said with a somewhat ugly face: "If you use strong strength to bully the weak, what is the difference between us and that ****!"

“。。。 Disciple, know your mistakes. With some shame on his face, he clenched his fists in response, not knowing that he had just walked on the edge of death once, and the young man named Wenle slowly retreated, and there was no longer a trace of obstruction between Chen Fei and Zhang Jiao. The middle-aged man's pupils clearly reflected the tattered young man in front of him, his body was straight, his face was pale without a trace of blood and vitality, but his eyes became more and more dark and deep, like a cold star in a winter night, flashing with a light that people couldn't force to look at.

This is a talented man like a dragon!

It's just that for some reason, Zhang Jiao seems to see a familiar shadow in him - unwilling to fight against him, so that he has the illusion of looking at himself twenty years ago.

"So, why do you want to walk with the poor? Gently looking at Chen Fei, who was standing quietly, Zhang Jiao asked slowly, "Is it okay to tell Poor Dao your reason?"

"It's very simple... Chen Fei gently pulled out the long sword at his waist and placed it across his chest, his middle finger lightly tapped the dark golden body of the long sword, and said lightly in a clear sound: "In the past five days, I don't think you are a careerist who has overthrown the world for your own selfish desires... Well, I really want to know ... ”

"The glorious world of the Yellow Sky that gathers the roars of all the weak and the achievements of their dreams... ”

In the middle of the words, a sharp and pure aura rose from Chen Fei, an ordinary person in the eyes of others, as if worshipping the monarch, and the long swords in everyone's hands all hissed uncontrollably at this moment, and the young man's soft sigh slowly fell in the long sword groan.

"What a gorgeous and brilliant light can bloom... ”

。。。。。。。。

Three days later, night.

"Great Sage and Good Master, don't you doubt that I will be a member of the imperial court? In the temporary camp, Chen Fei and Zhang Jiao sat side by side, and the young man asked seemingly casually while adding boring branches and leaves to the burning bonfire. "You know, your actions can be considered rebellion. ”

"Why? Because of what you said... Chen Fei smiled slightly, and the heroic man named Zhang Jiao put the pottery bowl in his hand on the ground, and his eyes flashed with dazzling light under the reflection of the bonfire, and repeated Chen Fei's words at that time with a little remembrance: "What kind of gorgeous and brilliant light can bloom in the prosperous era of the Yellow Sky, which gathers all the roars of the weak and the achievements of their dreams... ”

In this sentence, I heard pain and confusion, what are you trying to find in the persistence of the poor road? ”

Click!

The harsh voice interrupted Zhang Jiao's words, and the dead branch in Chen Fei's hand was directly twisted into pieces by a trace of breath oozing out, and the fleeting fierceness made the surrounding sounds disappear instantly, everyone looked at the young man sitting cross-legged in confusion, the atmosphere was stiff and suppressed for a while, but Zhang Jiao still looked at Chen Fei who suddenly fell silent gently, and asked slowly: "Chen Fei, is it okay, can you talk to Poor Dao?"

"There's nothing, great sage. Raising his head slightly, Chen Fei had a mellow smile on his face, as warm as the sun on an autumn afternoon, as if the slightest hint of fierceness just now was just an illusion on the part of everyone present. Gently spilling the wood powder in his hand, Chen Fei slowly straightened up and said to the middle-aged man: "It's not early, Fei wants to go and rest first." Then he walked to the side of the mat made of hay, and behind him, Bunraku looked at Zhang Jiao gently, "Sir... Chen Fei: He... ”

"He... It's the same person as us. ”

。。。。。

The obviously muffled voice was easily picked up by the young man lying on the straw mat, and a touch of bitterness appeared on his face, and he sighed slightly.

Yes, the same people, but you have companions, and I may be alone...

。。 After all, it is the gods on high who oppress us!

With those so-called gods who almost treated himself and others as if they were all things, and his vulnerable appearance that he had no power to fight back in front of them, Chen Fei's dark eyes actually showed a trace of dazedness and fragility.

。。 I am.. Looking for something?。。 Still, what are you running away from ...

(Thanks to the traveler who is a fan, Long Xiaocang, I gave a tip on the way, thank you)