"Help." After Jing Feiyu flew out of the snow pit with a diameter of dozens of zhang, he also exhausted his last strength, and fell on the snow together with Jin Yuanbai and the others.

Luan Mancang didn't hesitate, hurriedly rushed forward, took out a brown-gray Qiankun bag from his arms, and poured all the medicines in it between the two of them. Luan Mancang tore Jin Yuanbai's already tattered white Confucian shirt, revealing the shocking penetrating wound on his chest, pressing the wound with one hand, picking up a bunch of bottles and cans with the other, biting off the seals with his mouth, and pouring all the powder inside into the wound before he had time to see Jing Feiyu.

Jing Feiyu's state is also not very good, he is the fastest killer in the ink shadow, and his dependence on body methods and escape techniques is extremely high, and the root of these two exercises is precisely that pair of legs, Chu Shi Shanhe's punch with all his strength undoubtedly hurt Jing Feiyu's roots, originally stiff and able to run a few steps, but this time in order to save Jin Yuanbai, forcibly urging the exercises can be described as an injury on top of injury, now let alone walking, it is difficult to even stand up.

After making sure that Jin Yuanbai's state had been stabilized, Luan Mancang pulled from the mountain of medicine for a long time before finding a bandage for bandaging and an elixir to contain the injury.

"It should hurt a little, bear with it."

Jing Feiyu didn't speak, just silently closed his eyes, feeling the intense pain caused by Luan Mancang's bandaging wounds.

Jing Fei spoke very quickly, so fast that even the previous Ink Shadow Killer had to envy his talent. But it is this enviable talent, in Jing Feiyu's opinion, more doubts, because of his extremely fast speed, he can easily complete most of the tasks, even if the assassination fails, he can easily escape, but if the life is too smooth, it is easy for people to lose their vigilance to danger and passion for life, Jing Feiyu is the most significant representative of this.

Now that his leg is injured, Jin Yuanbai is seriously injured, and he has not lost anything until now, Jing Feiyu suddenly realized that if he had kept his vigilance as a killer, maybe Chu Shishanhe would have lost from the beginning.

Soon, a little starlight appeared in his gloomy eyes again, and his eyes became sharp again, just like the moment he pushed open the door of the ink shadow for the first time, the sloppy fatigue on Jing Feiyu's body was swept away.

"Why do you say that demon can come out of his chest *** sword qi?" Luan Mancang took out a blood-invigorating pill and stuffed it into Jing Feiyu's mouth and asked.

Jing Feiyu turned his head to look at Jin Yuanbai, who was still unconscious, and said, "It's the sword qi of the flying sword, isn't what their Wing Demon Sect is best at is that flying sword technique, it should have been planted in his chest to save his life when he was expelled."

"Survival?" Luan Mancang asked suspiciously, "Didn't his family expel him? Why do you still have such a life-saving measure?"

Jing Feiyu sighed and said, "What the big family likes to play most is this kind of love-hate entanglement, and now they don't even want to write this kind of thing in the roadside script, and small families like us can understand their thoughts."

Luan Mancang didn't talk anymore, and was about to go to see Jin Yuanbai's wound again when he was stopped by Jing Feiyu again.

"Ping'an, you go over and pick up Zhu He over there, and go back to the instrument room to let them see what material this thing is, and maybe you can strengthen your axe when you crack it." After seeing Luan Mancang's somewhat strange gaze, Jing Feiyu reluctantly said, "Of course, by the way, you can also forge a few short blades for me, I'm not thinking about it."

"Alright, wait." Luan Mancang said that he was about to jump into the snow pit.

"Someone." Luan Mancang exclaimed, and he was about to struggle to sit up, which also interrupted Luan Mancang's footsteps.

Hearing that he had been discovered, the snow less than a hundred steps away from the three of them suddenly exploded, and six men in black jumped out of it.

"Oops, it's worthy of the Terran Ink Shadow, it's really alert." Behind the six black-clothed men came a young man in a splendid dragon-patterned red robe, applauding and praising him, but his tone was mostly mocking and disdainful.

"The three of them look familiar, I don't know if it's the killer of the ink shadow or the saucer." The handsome man in the red robe with a splendid dragon pattern paced back and forth in front of the six black-clothed people and posed as if he was thinking, and suddenly exclaimed, "Could it be that the three of them are still the shogi of the ink shadow? I've never seen three of them before, so I don't know what their code names are?"

The handsome man smiled slightly, tilted his head and put his hand on his chest and bowed gently: "I forgot to introduce myself, in Xia Longhong, of course, you can also call me Chixi Mangrove, Xi Gongzi."

"Thousands of miles of red land, blood streams make trees." Luan Mancang, who had always been sluggish, muttered. Jing Feiyu on the side silently retracted his hand into his sleeve and held the dagger hidden in it.

"Okay, let's go back, it's boring. One of you is injured and the other is disabled, so this big guy is a little better." Long Hong waved his hand and said, "If you weren't hurt, I would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word, but it's not bad to sit down and chat now."

Long Hong no longer paid attention to Jing Feiyu and Luan Mancang, walked to the edge of the snow pit and looked at the motionless corpse without any convenience, and said with a helpless sigh of pity: "Originally, I wanted to keep this kid out of here, but just now I was only concerned about guarding against the assassins on the demon clan's side, but I didn't expect to be picked up by you in the end, it's a pity." Long Hong turned his head to look at Jing Feiyu and Luan Mancang, and the two were a little angry: "Why don't you leave him to make trouble with the handful of miscellaneous feathered birds of the Wing Demon?" What kind of mess are you guys doing and you guys in charge of intelligence analysis, did you guys in charge of intelligence analysis grow up eating? Didn't you have any calculations?"

"Young Master Xi, be cautious." Jing Feiyu reminded in a cold voice.

"Ahem." Long Hong coughed dryly twice, and he was really polite: "Of course, it's nothing, the main thing is that I can't get used to seeing this jade prince now, this Chu Shi Shanhe was a little bold when he was a jade son, and he didn't fall into the name of our eight-prince, but now this Chu Shi Xuanjun is too nested, and the eight-prince has always been the crown of the strongest young generation in every country, but when he arrives at his Chu master's house, it becomes a inheritance, which is really embarrassing."

Long Hong seemed to have seen a confidant and friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was about to pour out all the grievances and depression he had been holding back before he would give up.

Jing Feiyu had to remind, "Don't you think it's too intimate to tell us this?"

As soon as Long Hong heard Jing Feiyu's kind reminder, he slapped him lightly in the face, and muttered this damn damn in his mouth, before Jing Feiyu could react, Long Hong suddenly laughed and said to Jing Feiyu: "Actually, it's nothing, the dead are the best at keeping secrets, I still have a lot of secrets, our demon clan, the demon clan, the emperor Yuan Palace, and of course, the guarantee of your human race, you haven't heard of it, how about listening to it?"

Jing Fei's words were like a great enemy, and he couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat on his head, and secretly scolded: "Damn this eight-son of the demon clan is crazy criticism, why is there a problem with one brain."