At sunset, "Flywheel" Cheng intercepted on the side of the road and devoured mutton flatbread. The bread was hard, and the mutton was a little rancid because it had been in his arms for too long, but he still ate it deliciously. He had bought the bread at noon yesterday, but he had not had time to eat it. His horse frantically gnawed on the grass on the side of the road, and after running for a day and a night, the horse would get tired, let alone a man.

Suddenly, "Flywheel" Cheng Ju put down the cake in his hand, and an invisible cold air forced his whole body to be as uncomfortable as a pinprick, his pupils shrank suddenly, and that person chased after him again!

"If you can fight, you can fight, and if you can't fight, you will escape" has always been the truth of the "flywheel" Cheng intercepting the rivers and lakes, so although his martial arts are only at a third-rate level, he has lived longer than many first-class masters.

Yesterday morning, when he was buying mutton flatbread at the inn, he felt this pinprick-like cold. He immediately had three judgments: first, this was a master's sword qi, second, this master was coming at him, and third, he couldn't beat it. So he immediately mounted his horse and fled.

He urged the horse to gallop like a lifeless, without eating, drinking, or resting along the way, but he didn't expect that this man had been chasing him for a day and a night. "Flywheel" Cheng Jie's face turned grim, and he came up ruthlessly: You don't let me live, and you don't want to live well!

He took his famous weapon, the Kim Il Flywheel, from the saddle, took a stance, and stood in the middle of the road.

At sunset, a white figure approached him like an arrow from a string against the sun.

The white figure suddenly stood ten steps away from the "flywheel", standing as steady as a javelin.

The visitor was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a white short coat, with an ice-sculpture face, and his eyes had the cold ice that had not melted on the snow-capped mountains for thousands of years.

Cheng Ju didn't look at his people, but at his sword. Although his martial arts skills are not high, he is very good at reading people.

The right hand of the young man in white was tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, slender and powerful. His sword had always been in its scabbard, but it emitted a chilling chill.

There is such a powerful sword qi! "Flywheel" Cheng Ju only felt that his body was like being trapped in an ice cave, and his upper and lower teeth were chattering. This man is definitely a first-class master! His momentum immediately faded, and he understood that he would never be able to defeat this person.

"Have you ever attended a party at Zhanhong Villa?" the young man in white asked coldly.

"Yes. "Flywheel" Cheng Cheng was terrified. He actually knew about Zhanhong Villa!

"Where's the thing?" the voice of the young man in white was as cold as ice breaking jade.

"What is it?" "Flywheel" Cheng sweated like rain.

"Where are the things you got from the demon beasts?" the white-clothed young man asked again, his tone full of coldness and impatience.

He actually even knew about the demon beast! "Flywheel" Cheng Ju was shocked, and after a closer look, he suddenly remembered who this person in front of him was!

"Aren't you already dead?" asked "Flywheel" Cheng Ju in fear.

"It's not that easy to get me dead. The young man in white said with contempt.

"Flywheel" Cheng Juan's whole body trembled, and the last trace of luck was gone, he trembled and took out a fist-sized black cloth bag from his arms, and reluctantly threw it to the young man in white.

The young man in white grabbed the black cloth bag and pinched it with his hand, and the contents should be a bead the size of a walnut.

"You can go. The young man in white said to Cheng.

Cheng Ju immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Xie Shaoxia spare his life! Xie Shaoxia spare his life!"

The young man in white snorted coldly and ignored him. He held up the cloth bag in his left hand and slowly opened it with his right hand.

The contents of the black cloth bag were wrapped in dense layers, and the young man in white slowly pulled the black cloth away, and a dark purple bead rolled into his hand.

The beads are crystal clear, and they bloom immediately when they meet the sun. The purple luster is refracted by the setting sun, creating a series of dreamlike and dazzling lights, which are breathtaking.

Staring at the beads, the ice in the young man's eyes gradually melted, and he seemed to be fascinated by the beads.

"Flywheel" Cheng Jie's face also changed suddenly, and he suddenly became hideous, who was originally cowering. His hand slowly grasped the Golden Ilflyer.

There was an extremely cruel battle for this pearl, and more than 30 good men were killed in that battle, and all but him died after the battle.

He was not a master, and as soon as the battle began, he was knocked aside and unable to move. However, because of this, he was able to save his life. He watched as all the masters who grabbed the beads became as sluggish as wood carvings as soon as they glanced at the beads, so they were immediately killed by the next master.

When the last of the charlatans also died in blood, he picked up the beads in horror and took a look. Then, too, he was stunned. If it hadn't happened to be a heavy rain that had drenched him, he wouldn't know when he would have come to his senses.

So, he alone knows the secret of this bead.

This is a water illusion pearl conceived by a thousand-year-old demon beast, and it must not be seen with the eyes! Once you look at it, this bead will immediately reflect the deepest desire of the person who is looking at it. Anyone who faces the deepest desire in their heart will be stunned without exception, and this is the best opportunity for a sneak attack!

The flywheel of the "Flywheel" Cheng Jie had already shot, and he excitedly felt that the Jinri Flywheel had been inserted into the body of the young man in white. He could even foresee that the body of the young man in white would be cut in half by the Golden Il Flywheel!

However, he was wrong!

At the moment when his flywheel had just pierced into the body of the young man in white, the standing posture of the young man in white suddenly changed, he was standing upright, and he suddenly bent down, and at the same time, his sword moved! His sword was connected to the scabbard and was extremely swift between the gears of the flywheel, and the flywheel scraped a piece of his belly and flew back.

"Flywheel" Cheng Ju fell, with an unbelievable look in his round eyes, he fell under his own Golden Day Flywheel!

The young man in white glanced at Cheng Juan indifferently, rewrapped the phantom bead, and put it in his arms.

Turning to leave, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. When I looked down, I saw that blood was pouring out from the wound in my abdomen that had been cut open by the flywheel. He shook a little, his fingers darling to connect the several major hemostatic points around the wound. Lifting the white clothes on his body, he could see that his body was already wrapped with a white cloth for bandaging, and now there was another wound. He tightened his bandage so hard that the pain made him gasp.

Damn!, he cursed himself. The pain in his abdomen made his face pale, but it was also this pain that brought him back to his senses at the critical moment, and his body movements were first controlled by mind control, and he autonomously dodged the fatal blow of the Golden Flywheel. He was really careless just now, but fortunately, Cheng Ju was only a third-rate level, and he had no deep internal strength, if he encountered a first-class master, he would not be able to avoid this blow no matter what.

After a moment of contemplation, he turned over and rode the "flywheel" to stop the horse on the side of the road, and galloped away along the way he came.

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Xu Shaofeng galloped all the way back to Jiangge Town, and when he vaguely saw the entrance of the town, it was already the night of the third day.

Suddenly, he stepped off the horse and lifted him forward with a limp. Unfazed, his feet immediately came out of the stirrups and landed on the side of the road. But the horse foamed at the mouth, and collapsed on the road.

This horse is no longer good, he sighed secretly, untied his burden from the horse, and planned to walk back to Jiangge Town.

At this moment, he felt an unusual faint wind sound coming from front of him.

It's a group of nocturnal walkers! Most of the nocturnal journeys on the rivers and lakes are some secret things, and if they are seen by others, there will inevitably be a lot of trouble. He was too lazy to speak, and leaned sideways behind a roadside tree.

A moment later, a small group of people sped past the road. Xu Shaofeng counted carefully, there were a total of eight people who came, and they couldn't see their faces clearly in the dark, and they could vaguely distinguish that they were six men and two women.

"Hey, there's a horse here!" called a woman.

Another man stopped and touched the horse's neck and said, "It's a pity that this horse is crippled." ”

"Who cares so little about horses?" said the other woman angrily.

"I think I'm afraid it's the same as us to rush to Humopo, don't worry about so much, let's hurry first. An elder said.

"That's right, the matter of Humopo is important, we have to hurry up!" a man urged.

"I heard that the government has already ordered the search of the mountain, and we won't be able to catch anything if we go late. Another man said.

A group of people quickly left.

After listening to their words, for some reason, Xu Shaofeng's heart suddenly became a little anxious. He suddenly lifted his inner breath and rushed to Jiangge Town like an arrow.

It was late at night, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. The streets of Jiangge Town were deserted, and it was pitch black all around, and the people here had already fallen asleep.

Xu Shaofeng came to the outside of the Ronghua Inn, the door of the inn was closed, and he jumped over the wall with a light step.

The inn was as dark and quiet as the town, and when he looked up, there were no lights in the room he had booked. She must have fallen asleep by this time. He breathed a sigh of relief and flew up to the second floor.

When he came to the window, he listened closely, but there was no sound of breathing in the room. He pushed the window in, and immediately noticed that there was no one in the house!

In the middle of the night, where did she go? He frowned unhappily, it couldn't be that he couldn't get used to staying in the inn and went back to the mountain, right?

Just now, the group of night walkers said that the government had already started to search the mountains, would it be found where the girl was? Thinking of this, he got up with a straight face and ran out of the city.

On the way, he met two groups of people from the rivers and lakes, but they were all rushing to Humopo, and he felt a little at ease, after all, the Huanghualing where Humopo and the girl lived were not on the same mountain.

Having said that, he hurried to Lu Xiaohua's wooden house.

Pushing open the wooden house, the house was still the same as when she left last time, and Lu Xiaohua was not in the house. He searched around the surrounding woods again, but still couldn't find Lu Xiaohua.

He couldn't help but be annoyed: where did that strange girl run away at such a time!