On the mountain road under the night, the cold light is cold at this moment, and the sword aura is soaring to the sky.

Ye Wuwu didn't hide it anymore at this moment, since Dugu Xuan died in battle, in the past half a month, I only saw him with a flat expression on weekdays, treating people with a smile, where can I see what is sad.

But at this moment, Ye Wuwu didn't want to hide anything anymore, but vented the emotions in his heart in one go.

Ten Dao One Rank Sword Qi Qi appeared behind him, and then slashed forward.

Ye Wuwu has no choice but not to waste it in his heart at this moment, since Nanshan, he still has eighty first-grade sword qi left, and he even plans to use it all together tonight.

Blowing snow realm, so what?

Eighty first-grade sword qi can't kill you, so let's have another sword immortal sword qi.

Hei Lian's face was a little ugly at the moment, he had come here for a token that he didn't know whether it existed or not, but he didn't expect to meet these two people.

It is obviously two second-grade realms, but the combat power that erupts is more terrifying than the other.

After blocking the ten sword qi again, the aura of the black lotus was also a little sluggish.

These sword qi can't kill him, but if there are too many, it will be extremely difficult to do.

Even if he killed these two people, if he was injured, he would lose more than he gained.

The people of White Lotus have always been eyeing themselves.

Ye Wuwu looked at him coldly, from the moment he was now, he had already slashed out thirty first-grade sword qi, and at this moment he only had fifty sword qi left.

If it is all used up, Ye Wuwu is not reluctant, but from this point of view, if it is all used up, it may not be able to kill the other party.

Ye Wuwu shook his head, and the originally condensed first-grade sword qi immediately converged.

Just when Black Lotus thought that the opponent's strength was exhausted and there was nothing to be done, a sharp sword intent came.

Looking at the increasingly brilliant terrifying sword qi on Ye Wuwu's sword body, Black Lotus took a few steps back, and there was a hint of horror in her eyes.

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When cultivating to this realm, the senses are already very sharp, and they are particularly sensitive to life and death crises.

The sword qi in Ye Wuwu's hand, although it had not yet been completely condensed, the black lotus could sense the horror in it, it was a sword that would definitely cause fatal damage to himself, and if he took it, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

But then, Hei Lian's face changed, as if she had thought of something, and she didn't care about what was behind her, but ran directly towards the cliff on the side.

Its speed made Ye Wuwu's eyes widen.

Hei Lian remembered a piece of news that had been organized to investigate before, a few days ago, someone from the Diancang Sect seemed to have slashed out a sword immortal sword qi, which was extremely powerful, and the sword qi was more than two hundred zhang long, destroying countless pavilions.

The Diancang faction suppressed this matter and did not spread it, but the organization had secret agents in the Diancang faction and still learned the news.

Heilian knew that this was true.

Behind him, Ye Wuwu saw the black lotus fleeing, and he did not chase after him, but slowly put away his sword qi.

The sword qi has not yet been condensed and can be withdrawn.

It's not that Ye Wuwu didn't want to kill him, but this black lotus jumped directly down the cliff, which really made Ye Wuwu a little helpless.

Seeing the enemy retreating, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they saw Ye Wuwu walking towards them with a sword, and a layer of gloom suddenly appeared in everyone's hearts.

Is this just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den?

Ye Wuwu just looked at the group of villagers indifferently and said, "Someone who has something to say." ”

……

Escorted the villagers to the city gate, because it was night, the city gate was closed, Ye Wuwu sent people to the city gate and turned to leave.

Together with Cang Yangcuo, he took a detour in a different direction.

Along the way, for fear of someone chasing and killing, the two were extremely fast, but they were silent.

Cang Yangcuo was silent because there were many things that made his cognition change, and today's matter, if it weren't for Ye Wuwu's action, the two of them would have died.

Ye Wuwu was silent, thinking about what he had just asked from the villagers.

Token?

Key?

To put it simply, this village rarely goes out on weekdays, and a group of people live in seclusion in the mountains, living for generations to protect something.

This kind of ninth-rate screenwriter, ninth-rate novel, ninth-rate plot thing, actually ran into it?

Did the ancients have elm heads?

If this is the case, it would be fine, but although the villagers say it, it is extremely imperfect.

The village chief died, and then the second-rank warrior also died, and only the two of them in the entire village knew the origin of this token, and the rest of the people didn't even know that it was a token in custody.

I just know what the key to this thing is.

I don't know what it is.

So Ye Wuwu was silent, and he found that there was nothing good about taking Cangyang Cuozhun with him.

On the one hand, Ye Wuwu really admires Cang Yangcuo, when he encounters other people's difficulties and needs help, or encounters injustice, he will stand up, even if he will get into a lot of trouble.

But on the other hand, Ye Wuwu felt that the danger index of doing so had skyrocketed, and his efforts were thankless, and he might encounter some revenge in the Dengfeng realm one day, and then Cang Yangcuo jumped up again.

Therefore, for the next period of time, Ye Wuwu took Cangyangcuo to take a long detour as much as possible and try to enter the town as little as possible.

But in the end, Cang Yangcuo's personality remains the same, and good things are still done.

Ye Wuwu didn't care, as long as he didn't cause trouble.

It would be better if you didn't bring yourself......

On a certain day in a certain month, Cangyangcuo helped a farmer's cow give birth, and Ye Wuwu was silent on the side.

On a certain day in a certain month, Cangyangcuo took Ye Wuwu to guard for three days, catching ghosts for a rich family, and finally found out that the son of the head of the family died.

On a certain day in a certain month, Cangyangcuo bought medicine for the treatment of the poor, and Ye Wuwu paid for it.

On a certain day in a certain month, there was a storm at night, Cangyangcuo passed by a family and was pulled to deliver the baby, and Ye Wuwu stayed outside the door with a blue face.

……

Things like that, too much, too much.

Originally, the one-month journey, because of the detour and the delay of Cangyangcuo, the two walked for more than two months before finally coming to the edge of the Western Regions.

Ye Wuwu burst into tears.

This guy is a prostitute on weekdays, eating his own and living his own, if it is just Cang Yangcuo's consumption, it is nothing.

But in the past two months, Cangyangcuo has helped 67 old grandfathers and grandmothers passing by, an average of once a day.

This matter alone cost Ye Wuwu three hundred taels of silver.

Regarding these, Cang Yangcuo expressed his apology and expressed his gratitude after returning to the Buddha Gate, and he would definitely not disappoint Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu laughed.

It's not that he feels sorry for the money, he is now worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, and there is a steady stream of funds in the follow-up, a few hundred taels is really nothing.

He was just a little dissatisfied with Cang Yangcuo's pedantic approach.

The two of them are now in the Western Regions, where they are located, a vast and endless prairie.

The people on the steppe are all nomadic and tribal.

The two walked all the way, and what surprised Ye Wuwu was that when they walked to a small tribe, the people of the tribe all ran out, still carrying gifts in their hands, and said something to Cangyangcuo, looking very happy.

After a while, Cang Yangcuo declined the kindness of those people, only brought some dry food and goat's milk, and handed it to Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu took a sip of goat's milk, glanced at Cangyangcuo, and said with a smile: "Are you so popular here?" ”

Cangyangcuo clasped his hands together and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, there was a plague outbreak in many tribes before, and when the little monk traveled, he cured them. ”

Ye Wuwu was slightly stunned, but then sighed.

"Then you saved a lot of people."

Cang Yangcuo's gray eyes suddenly trembled slightly, and after a while, he said in a low voice.

"The little monk didn't save anyone."