Zhu Youwen and Fake Li were sitting in the same carriage and were driving on the road.

The driver of the carriage was a passing farmer, and unfortunately, he was very coincidentally met by Zhu Youwen and Fake Li, and then, naturally, he was forcibly "requisitioned" by the two.

The frame was slightly bumpy, but on the road, both Fake Li and Zhu Youwen were very stable.

"How's it going?" Zhu Youwen looked at the fake Li who was sitting opposite, meditating with his eyes closed, and felt that the other party's breath was gradually calming down, thinking that there had been progress, so he asked.

Fake Li was silent.

On the side of the road, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves on the earth, like a touch of warm gold. The forest is filled with fresh air, and the moist earth exudes a faint aroma. Here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, forming a picture scroll like a fairyland.

The blue sky hangs high, and the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling on the green ground, instantly lighting up the entire forest. The verdant trees shimmer in the sunlight, and the dew on the leaves is crystal clear, like countless tiny diamonds glittering among the branches.

"There is a breakthrough in skill." After a long time, Fake Li said calmly.

"Martial arts is a pleasure to enter the realm, why are you so depressed?" The corners of Zhu Youwen's mouth hooked up with a touch of sarcasm, and he asked.

"There are flaws in this method, although I forcibly controlled Li Sizhao's internal force and integrated it, but it is not my own internal force after all.

I know that he has a Huayang needle method in his hand that can transform people's internal forces. Fake Li looked at Zhu Youwen calmly and said.

At this moment, the two were on their way to Fengxiang.

"Hmph......" Zhu Youwen sneered a few times, Huayang acupuncture, Zhu Youwen naturally heard of it.

"You say, does Huayang acupuncture also have an effect on him?" Fake Li had a whim, looked at Zhu Youwen in front of him, and asked.

When Zhu Youwen heard this, he shook his head slightly, and said: "He has practiced the complete Nine Shadows Xuantian Divine Skill, and his weak strength is no more than him, and if he wants to dissipate his internal strength, I am afraid that it is not so simple." ”

Fake Li heard the words and stopped talking.

If his skills can surpass Li Xingyun, is he still thinking about these things here?

"Slow, stop!" Suddenly, Zhu Youwen's face turned cold, and he opened his mouth and shouted.

With the blessing of his unfathomable internal force, his voice was like a flood of bells, which frightened the coachman for a while, and hurriedly pulled the reins and stopped.

Even the fake Li opposite him was slightly curved back by his shout, but it was so slight that he couldn't see it at all.

The birds in the nearby forest were all startled by his loud shout, and they all flapped their wings and flew high, and all of a sudden a hundred birds took off, which was not spectacular.

Zhu Youwen lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

"Old ...... Old ...... Master, yes, where am I ......" The coachman was so frightened by Zhu Youwen that he hurriedly jumped out of the car, knelt down on the side of the car, and couldn't stop begging for mercy with his hands in his fists, for fear that it would be unsatisfactory, which would make the master in front of him unhappy and cause death.

It's just that he was too nervous and scared, and his voice stumbled.

"Did I do what made you dissatisfied?" Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, it was interrupted by Zhu Youwen.

"Shut your mouth!" Zhu Youwen scolded the coachman in a low voice and spoke.

"Yes, yes......" The coachman immediately shut his mouth.

"What's the matter, Ghost King." Fake Li was dressed in a black robe, and he also covered his face by the way, he also lifted the curtain, stepped off the frame, looked at Zhu Youwen, and asked.

"Your Excellency has been with us for so long, and you still haven't come out to talk about it!" Zhu Youwen didn't pay attention to Fake Li's question, but asked sharply, the surroundings were empty, and Fake Li and the coachman couldn't tell who Zhu Youwen was scolding for a while.

And Zhu Youwen's name is inquiry, but it is actually a question, and the intolerance in his words is overflowing.

"It is worthy of being the ghost king of the Xuanming Sect, it is really powerful, such a skill, so admirable." In the forest, a person dressed in a brocade robe, wearing a cloak, with a broad face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a vigorous beard, bowed his hand in the direction of Zhu Youwen and Fake Li, and said respectfully.

"Who are you?!" Fake Li looked at the man who had come out of the forest and asked.

"In the lower Meng Zhixiang." Meng Zhixiang looked at the two people in front of him and spoke.

He had been with these two men for a long time, but he was exhausted.

"Haven't asked for the name of this son?" Meng Zhixiang looked at the person who was shrouded in black robes from top to bottom, and said politely.

Fake Li didn't say anything, just lifted the black cloth on his face, and generously let Meng Zhixiang see his face clearly.

Meng Zhixiang: Why is this face so familiar?

Well......

Well?!!?

Meng Zhixiang: ∑ (дlll)!!

"Li Xingyun!" Meng Zhixiang looked at this face, which was unmasked, but he had been thinking about it for a long time in his dream, and subconsciously put on a defensive posture and looked at the other party vigilantly.

He had just learned from the news that King Li Ke of Jin had risked his life with the only remaining remnants of the party that Li Cunmiao had died, which made him very frightened, who was next?

Will Li Xingyun let him go, the person who does things for King Jin?

"It seems that they are not enemies, but they don't know ...... Can you become a 'friend'? Fake Li raised his hand, wiped it on his face, smiled sarcastically, looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him like a frightened bird, and spoke.

The scar on his face made Meng Zhixiang puzzled a little, but he reacted quickly.

He is not Li Xingyun.

"Who the hell are you?" Meng Zhixiang looked at the person in front of him who was almost exactly the same as Li Xingyun, and asked.

"Me?

I'm Li Xingyun, the real Li Xingyun! Fake Li looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him, and said coldly, when he said the three words Li Xingyun, or thought of something, there was a little more fanaticism in his eyes.

"This is the way to Fengxiang, we are going to go to Li Maozhen, the king of Qi, to talk about a cooperation, I don't know if we will stop by with Your Excellency?" Zhu Youwen looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him and asked.

The implication is that your Excellency is ready to go with us, or will you go your own way?

"Coincidentally, I also have to go to Fengxiang next to find King Qi." Meng Zhixiang looked at the few people in front of him and spoke.

"So coincidentally?" Fake Li looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him, and said with a bit of inquiry.

"It's really a coincidence, I have been favored by the father and son of the King of Jin, and now that the King of Jin and the son of the world have fallen, I should avenge them!" Meng Zhixiang looked at the two people in front of him, bowed in the direction of Taiyuan in the distance, and said calmly.

"What did you say!?

Li Cunqiao is dead? Zhu Youwen looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him, and asked in disbelief.

(End of chapter)