That night, Ji Wenming came to the place where his brother was buried again, and quietly recited the Dragon Sleep Heart Sutra with divine thoughts, and in more than ten days, the four brothers received the help of the soul regeneration liquid and the dragon vein, and the body has been connected with the head to heal, and the divine consciousness has gradually regrown, but this reborn divine consciousness is afraid that it will lose a lot of past memories. Ji Wen ordered them to recite the Dragon Sleep Heart Sutra for them every night, so that they could cultivate independently and get out of this place as soon as possible.

Maybe it's because of the dragon clan mental method of cultivation, and because of the leyline infusion, Ji Wenming also found that some scales actually grew on the bodies of several brothers, but at this moment he had no time to look more, as long as his brothers could be resurrected, even if they became dragons and snakes, he was also willing, just like Kun Bo turned into Huang Neng.

Seeing all the changes in his brothers, Ji Wenming even regretted it a little, if it wasn't for Uncle Kun's successful cultivation and willingness to go away, if he also recovered his body here at that time, maybe he could be reborn, but since Uncle Kun made the decision to dismantle the army, he must also have his considerations, and Uncle Kun can only respect his choice.

In the middle of the night, the willow tops of the moon, the white mist rolled like a huge wave, quietly descending from the top of the mountain, enveloping the entire Hayama.

In the white mist, there was silence, even the beasts were resting, not hunting, it was really difficult to move in the fog, and even the sound could not be transmitted too far, which made people panic.

Unlike the quiet Hayama, at the foot of the mountain, there is a bonfire on the periphery of the small village called Haneda Village, and four or five hundred Dongyi swordsmen gather here, and it is very lively.

These people are all here to hunt down and kill the young patriarch of the Xia Hou clan, Ji Wenming, and they were originally afraid of the counterattack of the Xia Hou clan, and recently I heard that the Xia Hou clan had ordered it to be expelled from the clan, so the wandering swordsmen from all sides came and gathered here, wanting to get a piece of the pie.

These people have different ideas, some people think that Ji Wenming is the young patriarch of the Xiahou clan, and the hair is thicker than the wandering swordsmen, and they don't ask for martial arts cheats to share, as long as there are some treasure maps, gold and silver shell coins, and rare swords, it is worth bragging about for a while.

There are also some people, whose relatives were dragged to control the water and never returned, and their anger at Uncle Kun has been suppressed for many years, but they don't have the courage to face such a master of the Yuan Fetal Realm.

There are also some people who are purely lively, and when they see a lot of people, they go to try their luck, so they gather together, and there are all kinds of characters.

Those who come early can also spend the night at the villager's house, and those who come late can only camp in the wild, but fortunately, most of these people are bachelors, not stingy with money, and have super strength, cut down trees and cut down local materials, and set up wooden houses and tents one by one, which will be refreshing to live in.

Many swordsmen gathered together inevitably chatted and exchanged swordsmanship, and some men and women had feelings for each other, hiding in secluded woods for trysts and intimacy, and could not be whispered.

Hong Jianfei was also stationed in the camp, formed a team according to the assigned personnel, and gathered his team members to live together, at this moment it was his vigil, he held the Han Yu Sword in his arms, standing on the top of a tall poplar tree outside the camp, looking around, his eyes were white, difficult to see, so that his mood was gloomy.

Hong Jianfei had seen Xi Wenming, that young man was silent, but his eyes were quite aura, his strength was not high, and his ability to escape was not small, so he actually relied on Shui Escape to escape from the pursuit of the Dongyi Alliance.

Hong Jianfei and Ji Wenming have no grudges, but the two clans are hostile to each other, and the Dongyi disciples who walk the world and are encountered by the Xiahou clan will also choose the opportunity to kill them, this kind of thing is unreasonable.

Now, hundreds of people have gathered here, and more than ten teams have been assigned, just waiting for tomorrow day and sunrise, they will go up the mountain separately to track the traces of Ji Wenming, and with the cooperation of everyone, it will be difficult for the young man to escape from the treacherous ghost!

Hongjian Fei's thoughts are far away, his eyes are dark, but his body is not moving, he warms the sword in his hand with his breath, the whole person is like a dark reef in the white mist, his sword and his wife's sword are the same as the hand of a foundry, with a pair of mandarin duck demon beast feathers mixed with meteorite casting, tough and sharp, it is a rare magic weapon, since it started, it has been warm for decades, and it has already been channeled with the master, and the demon is invincible.

Suddenly, the cold feather sword in his arms collapsed out of its scabbard by half a foot, transmitting an inch of cold light, making a crisp sound of "poof".

The sword has a spirit, spontaneously alerted, Hong Jianfei's face turned cold, and he exclaimed in his heart: "Something happened!"

He hurriedly jumped off the treetops and returned to the camp, his team was calm on this side, the team members were asleep in the white fog, the sword was within reach, his wife Yan Ruxue seemed to feel something, and suddenly woke up at this moment, looking at the warm feather sword that called the police at the same time, he was surprised inexplicably.

Seeing her husband return to the camp, Yan Ruxue whispered, "Jianfei, what happened?"

Hong Jianfei lowered his voice and said: "Wake up the team members, the sword is psychic, since it is automatically unsheathed, I'm afraid something will happen!" ”

Yan Ruxue stretched out her hand and woke up several team members around her, most of these people are not very old, but they are the elite children of various clans in Dongyi, everyone has the cultivation of the innate realm, and they have a sword for self-defense, but their sword is not enough to recuperate, and it is not as spiritual as the sword of the two Mandarin Duck Swordsmen.

These people opened their eyes in a daze, some people were dissatisfied because they were woken up, muttering and complaining, and there was even a young genius, who turned over and said: "The cold night is silent, the fog is hazy, and I can't see the road clearly, what can happen?" Aunt Xue, don't make trouble, let me sleep a little longer, and I will have the energy to fight that thief tomorrow!"

Yan Ruxue pursed her lips, slapped him on the buttocks, and whispered: "Get up, the sword warns, I am afraid of an enemy attack!"

The young man reluctantly got up, rubbed his eyes in a daze, stretched his waist again, held the sword, looked around and suddenly said: "What kind of enemy is there? Even if that kid is alone, even if he knows that I am a good man of Dongyi camping here, will he dare to come to the camp?"

Before the words fell, a cold light suddenly came from the white mist, and was slashing on the young man's neck, a big head rolled to the ground with a gurgling face, he was not dead, stared at Yan Ruxue, and exclaimed: "What is it, it hurts!"

Yan Ruxue saw that the nephew she brought out died so easily in front of her, she roared angrily, and only threw out the direction where the cold light came from, where the forest was deep and dense, and it was a large jungle at the foot of the mountain.

The cold light flashed away, Yan Ruxue was like a flying swallow, faster than the cold light, the warm feather sword in his hand was out of the sheath, and the three-foot sword light swept straight towards the figure in the forest.

The young man in the forest is the one who avenges his father, he has been meditating for many days, and he has suppressed it for many days, and he is about to express his anger by killing, when the fog is thick at night, so he waits for the opportunity to go down the mountain and sneak attack.

In the face of the ambush of the Dongyi swordsmen, he took advantage of the situation to enter, and did not fight fiercely, but sneaked attack piece by piece, the slightest inappropriateness was touched, and therefore, the results of the battle were brilliant overnight, and dozens of opponents were killed, only to be discovered when they arrived at Hong Jianfei's camp.