Ben Chen and Lin Ruoxuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Ben Chen said indifferently: "You said that he was just a sinister villain, don't care about him!" Ku Ya turned to Ben Chen and asked: "I heard what you said just now, it seems that there is an object of suspicion, this person can't be from Yunlou, right?" Lin Ruoxuan looked at Ben Chen, as long as he wanted to embarrass Ben Chen, he was an enemy. Benchen said: "No, I'm not sure yet, I just have suspicions, but it's hard to avoid being borrowed by others!"

Benchen didn't want to say it, and Kuya didn't ask much, he would definitely know when he should know.

Picking up the dropped flying knives, when he came out of Xuanyang City, he had a total of eighteen flying knives, five of which had been lost, and thirteen remained.

When he pulled out the throwing knife from the neck of the man in black, the original bright red blood had turned black, which was a vicious method.

The smell of blood?

Benchen muttered softly, his eyes froze, and said, "That's not right!"

Lin Ruoxuan and Kuya were taken aback by Ben Chen, Lin Ruoxuan asked, "Ah Chen, what did you find?" Ben Chen said: "There is no taste!" turned around and ran towards the place where the black clothes had faded just now, and Lin Ruoxuan followed. Kuya also does not know the meaning of what Benchen said, and it also follows.

Benchen's brows furrowed even deeper when he came, and there was no trace of blood, and he kept looking for it on the ground.

"Ah Chen, what are you looking for?" Lin Ruoxuan followed suit, helping each other a little.

Benchen said: "Bloodstains!"

Kuya also trembled, he knew very well that the small flying knife was heavy, weighing as much as a thousand catties, in the case just now, the mysterious person must have been injured, but the three of them followed all the way, and they did not smell a trace of blood, nor did they leave a drop of blood on the ground, there is only one situation, this mysterious person is not the deity.

The three of them walked for four or five feet, but there was still no trace, and Kuya said: "Brother Chen, from this point of view, this is a mysterious person who is not his own figure, just a spirit body!"

Ben Chen nodded: "There is only one explanation, but this person should not be strong, I have intersected with enemies who also belong to the spirit body, but that person is a Gangtian Realm force, several times stronger than this person!" Speaking of this, there was a coldness in Ben Chen's eyes, the feeling of being trampled under the feet of others can never be forgotten, such a shame can only be washed away if it is reported.

"Chen, who is he?" Lin Ruoxuan could feel the coldness in Ben Chen's eyes, and asked in a low voice.

Benchen did not hide it: "Duanmu Hongfei, a person from Qingzhou, if you meet him in the future, remember to be careful, this person is narrow-minded, he can't tolerate half of the grievances, and he can bear it!" The reason why Benchen said it was because he was afraid that the two would meet in the future, and if he offended this person without knowing reason, he was afraid that he would be offended.

Kuya said in a deep voice: "Duanmu Hongfei, the prince of Qingzhou!" But his heart was bitter, but his bitterness was good, but compared to Duanmu Hongfei, there was a big gap.

Lin Ruoxuan asked: "Does Big Brother Ku know this person?" Ku Ya nodded: "Duanmu Hongfei, the Tianjiao of the Duanmu family, the attribute of Shengpinmu, entered the congenital at the age of sixteen, and it is rumored that he was accepted as a disciple by the Holy Land Wood God Sect, and the carp jumped into the dragon gate, and soared into the sky in one step!"

Benchen said: "Wood God Sect, bitter brother, is there an old man named Mu Xuantian in the Wood God Sect?" I was thinking in my heart: So Meng Chen should have gone to the Wood God Sect?

This is so difficult that Kuya, everyone yearns for the Holy Land, and the Wood God Sect is a place of worship for countless young Junyan, but Kuya has never been to the Holy Land, how can he understand the situation.

"Chen, what, do you know this Mu Xuantian?" Lin Ruoxuan asked. Benchen nodded and said: "I once had a relationship with him, this old man is very strong, he came into the air, tore away, it is really powerless to come and go, but this old man is a little stupid, I have a sister who is apprenticed under his door!"

"Sister, Brother Chen, do you have a sister?" Benchen showed a look of memory and said: "The little sister next door, it's sticky!" I miss it very much: it's been ten months, and I don't know if the girl is used to it over there, and whether she has been bullied. "Little lover!" Lin Ruoxuan said very unhappily. Benchen looked at her, a little confused, and said, "Girl, what did you say?"

Kuya immediately interjected: "Let's go back to the inn first, have a good rest, and we will continue to hurry tomorrow!" The three of them turned back to the inn one after the other.

The mysterious black-clothed hat man fled for a mile and stopped left and right, did not feel the breath of chasing, exhaled lightly, and then fled again, I don't know where he went, I don't know where he was, and the next time he appeared, it was a room with a faint residual light, but it was enough for him, but he still hadn't taken off the hat yet, and Benchen's flying knife was already on his chest.

Laugh at!

The man in black only pulled out the flying knife inserted in his chest at this moment, his expression did not have the slightest pain, his body did not bleed, his left palm gently grinded the wound, and the miracle reappeared, the flying knife scar disappeared, intact, the flying knife was in his hand, and said softly: "I didn't expect it to be planted in the hands of a boy who has eight times the day after tomorrow, it's really ridiculous!" I don't know when, the flying knife in his hand didn't know where he went, and what appeared was a pitch-black bird, with a head, but no eyes, wings but no feathers, the bird fluttered its small black wings and flew out of the range of light, the faint light slowly faded, and the figure of the mysterious man slowly melted into the black clothes, as if the world with light had nothing to do with him, he should not live under the light of light, everything about him belonged to the night, the shackles of fate have been firm, and he can't get rid of it.

"Benchen, I can't let you go back to the Sword Sect, if such a talent is discovered by those old monsters, there will be no chance if you want to do it, enjoy the rest of your days!"

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