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As soon as Chen said in detail, Yan Nuo nodded, signaled that he understood, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Follow them."

With that, he got up and paced behind them.

But just as Yan Nuo had walked a few steps away, he felt a fierce cold wind hit by his side, "Whew! ”

There was a sharp sound of cutting into the wood.

Yan Nuo stared, staring at a short knife three inches from his nose and stuck in the tree, his eyes unblinking.

Behind him, Chen Yiyi, who had just followed, was dumbfounded, looked up and down, and pointed to the sharp blade inserted in front of Yan Nuo, "This ......"

However, before he finished his words, not far away, a cold voice came:

"The two of you have been eavesdropping on talking for a long time, everyone is from the martial arts, why hide your head and show your tail?"

The man who spoke was none other than Feng Qianxuan of the Double Sword Gate, he was casually behind his back with one hand, holding one hand flat, holding a string of iron chains in his hands, which was his weapon, the long iron chains were straight and straight, and one end of the iron chain was connected to the short knife that was inserted into the trunk of the tree in front of Yan Nuo.

His tone was grim, and his gaze was very cool at a forty-five degree angle to the ground.

The corners of his mouth were arrogant arcs, as he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, a hot wind ruffled the hair of his sideburns, stroked his face casually, held the fingers at the end of the chain, raised slightly, and with a flick of his arm, the tip of the knife inserted in the tree returned to his hand again, "Come out!" ”

His soybean-like small and round eyes narrowed, and his somewhat thick lips opened:

"Under the double knife door master, seal Qianxuan."

As he spoke, he turned sideways slightly, squinted at Yan Nuo and the others, and continued, "...... are the two of you?" ”

The old man standing beside him whispered, "The short one is Yan Nuo, that fat man, I don't know." ”

"Oh?"

Feng Qianxuan sneered, stood up straight, and looked at Yan Nuodao, "It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there." ”

Chen Yi bent down and leaned into Yan Nuo's ear, "Boss, be careful, he ......"

Before Chen finished speaking, Yan Nuo still maintained his original posture, turned his head sideways, and said lightly:

"The sky wants to be sunny and the rain does not stop, and the trees want to be quiet but the wind does not stop."

Feng Qianxuanjian raised his eyebrows and replied in a decent manner:

"Gold is like dung, and liver and gallbladder are as hard as iron."

Chen Yimu glanced at Yan Nuo in a daze, and then glanced at Feng Qianxuan, his heart was full of doubts, what were his boss and Feng Qianxuan talking about? !

However, in addition to Chen Yi, there were also the old men beside Feng Qianxuan, who were also confused.

Yan Nuoyun continued lightly:

"Then you and I live your life, I have my busyness, everyone walks their own way on the road, if we meet again, you and I are still strangers, and then you don't have to say hello, okay. Walk. ”

After saying this, the preface did not match the afterword, Yan Nuo was afraid of Chen Yi's chest, turned around and left.

"Stop!"

The two people behind them who were wearing dark blue unified sect robes looked at a loss.

Chen Yi's footsteps were vague, and he followed behind Yan Nuo with some confusion, and said, "Boss, he told us to stop." ”

"Leave it alone, just go straight."

"Huh? But ......"

"Hey, but you're big, it's over." Yan Nuo sighed weakly, glanced at Feng Qianxuan, who was standing not far in front of him, and then turned his head again, looked at the old man who was blocking him, rolled his eyes and said:

"There are jackals in front, and 'old' tigers in the back."

Chen Yi's brain was still a little short-circuited, and he poked Yan Nuo and asked:

"Boss, what do you mean by the crepe of the text that you and that Feng Qianxuan were talking about?"

Yan Nuo was not angry, and threw two words, "Awkward poem." ”

Regardless of whether Chen Yi behind him understood it or not, his eyes flashed and fell on Feng Qianxuan who was directly in front of him, his eyes were sharp, and his mouth was like a river:

"Good. Everyone is a young person, so I won't say those polite words, and I'm unlucky to meet you today. ”