No one came, and when it was about ten o'clock in the morning, Ji Zijian felt that there was movement in the tent outside.

"Who?" asked Ji Zijian in a low voice, clenching the iron axe in his hand.

A sneaky man sneaked into the house quietly, it was Feng Qiang who he had seen during the day, and Feng Qiang was carrying a bulging burden on his body.

"Big brother, it's me, don't ask too much, they are having a meeting in the east of the village, I'll take you out of here first!"

Ji Zijian wanted to ask, but seeing Feng Qiang's anxious appearance, he thought of his own guess, so he didn't speak. Feng Qiang bit his finger and gestured in all directions of the tent for a long time.

With the completion of the last gesture, the yurt burst like a balloon and exploded to pieces.

"Run, as soon as the formation is broken here, the River Temple will find out!" Feng Qiang shouted, taking the lead in running to the southwest corner.

Almost at the same time, in the northeast direction of the village, there was a muffled sound of "dong", which seemed to be a bell, and Feng Qiang, who was running in front, staggered, and a mouthful of blood sprayed three or four meters away, Feng Qiang fell to the ground instantly, dying.

Ji Zijian, who followed behind, only felt that the meridians in his body that were shocked by the sound of the bell were about to crack, and forcibly suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, and rushed up to lift Feng Qiang with a brisk step, and the two ups and downs reached the edge of the barbed wire.

Ji Zijian turned around and saw that three or four hundred meters away, dozens of people came through the air, led by a middle-aged man with a shaved board, his toes tapped on the tent under him, and he jumped about fifty or sixty meters.

"Offended my brother!" Ji Zijian shouted, looked up at the power grid that was more than twenty meters high, and threw Feng Qiang out. Feng Qiang was thrown out of the barbed wire in the form of a parabola in the air, and fell into a pile of grass outside, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Ji Zijian turned around, just as he was catching up with the middle-aged man who rushed to punch him in an instant, Ji Zijian lucked his legs, jumped up, stepped on the middle-aged man's black silk fist, and was suddenly thrown high like an offline kite, and at the same time, there seemed to be a trace of cool air pouring into his legs, as if he had been filled with lead.

The middle-aged man landed leisurely, took a deep breath, and jumped up chasing Ji Zijian's figure. Ji Zijian, who was in the air, appeared in his right hand A white child, luck was thrown, the white child was getting bigger and bigger, and in front of the middle-aged man, the diameter was the size of a basketball, the middle-aged man's face was hideous, and he never said a word, he seemed to be very confident in his own strength, and at this time, he only had the opportunity to seize Ji Zijian who flew out of the circle by shaking the white son.

Bai Zi and the middle-aged man's fists collided, the middle-aged man snorted, fell straight to the ground, and was held up by several women who came later, and seemed to be injured a lot.

Ji Zijian laughed: "Sure enough, it's a group of old things that can't see the light." Recall Bai Zi, a chic backflip, already outside the circle, did not dare to stay, jumped to the grass, mentioned Feng Qiang, who did not know life and death, a few ups and downs, disappeared into the jungle outside the circle.

"Feng Yi, Feng Mu, he has suffered internal injuries, you two go to chase, you want to see people alive, and corpses when you die. The two young women in their early thirties, with good faces, took the order and followed them out of the power grid and chased in the direction of Ji Zijian. The middle-aged man who stayed in place showed a fierce look in his eyes, looked at the direction of Ji Zijian's escape, and snorted coldly,

"Help me to see the priest!"

In the overgrown jungle with a height of one person, Ji Zijian held Feng Qiang in his right hand and a Fusang branch in his left hand, feeling the two women getting closer and closer behind him, and fled for his life in a panic, and suddenly felt that there were four wild boars with mussels and fangs not far in front of him, and they were splitting the corpse of a wild dog.

Ji Zijian was in a hurry, and endured the discomfort caused by the gloomy air flow poured into his legs. jumped up and shouted, pretending to be very flustered, and Bai Zi sacrificed and smashed at the four wild boars.

Although the wild boar is strong, it does not have much spirituality, how can ordinary monsters withstand Ji Zijian's smashing, one wild boar suddenly flew flesh and blood, and the other three wild boars saw that their companions died suddenly, and let out a howl like killing pigs, and rushed towards Ji Zijian.

Ji Zijian hurriedly recalled Bai Zi and hid it in the jade box, and at the same time drilled into the jungle again, relying on the perception ability of Fusang Zhi in the grass and trees, spared a big circle in the same place, and ran back in the direction of Feng Zhuang. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place!

Feng Mu and Feng Yi, who were chasing after them, were disturbed by the howling of wild boars and the birds and beasts scattered from the draft, and lost the trace of Ji Zijian.

Ji Zijian dragged his increasingly heavy legs around Feng Zhuang to the east, continued to run for a quarter of an hour, found a dilapidated ordinary bungalow, and hid Feng Qiang in his hand.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, it seems that they are some houses of the Feng Zhuang people before the change of heaven and earth, and after thinking about it for a while, the two women behind him can't catch up. Ji Zijian walked to the westernmost bedroom and put down Feng Qiang in his hand.

Feng Qiangren is as his name suggests, his vitality is very strong, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and under Feng Qiang's signal, Ji Zijian untied Feng Qiang's burden and opened it, in addition to the visual inspection of more than 100,000 banknotes, there was also a manuscript book, and some bottles and cans.

According to Feng Qiang's guidance, Ji Zijian opened a bottle of medicine with the words "Dispelling Yin and Returning Blood Pill" written in modern Chinese, and in an instant, a rich fragrance dispersed, and Ji Zijian hurriedly poured out one and stuffed it into Feng Qiang's mouth. Feng Qiang struggled to get up, sitting cross-legged in place, his hands folded in front of him, as if he was using some kind of internal luck.

Suddenly, a trace of black gas visible to the naked eye emerged from the top of Feng Qiang's head. The air around it also seemed to drop a lot for a moment. Ji Zijian was surprised, looking at the movement, Feng Qiang practiced the same as the middle-aged man, it was a feminine exercise, combined with the little mythological knowledge he had, he gradually had some eyebrows about Feng Qiang's ancestor.

Regardless of Feng Qiang on the side, Ji Zijian took out the futon and sat cross-legged, breathed his qi and looked inward, and found that his meridians below the calf were eroded by black qi similar to Feng Qiang, and they were almost frozen. Hurriedly took out the mysterious branch and drew qi into the body, hoping to rely on the vitality of the wood essence qi to break through the erosion of this black qi on his body.

Two hours later, Ji Zijian opened his eyes and sighed secretly, it is true that all things are born and restrain each other, but this kind of cold is too domineering, with his current cultivation, I am afraid that it will not be relieved at all without three or five days. Not long ago, the venom of the snake has not been completely resolved, and now it has been eroded by this domineering yin qi, which is really a worse situation!

It was noon, Feng Qiang beside him was still in a state of luck, and Ji Zijian took out a few peaches to eat while pondering the next plan. Relying on himself alone, the cold will not be able to be relieved for a while and a half, and now he can only hope for Feng Qiang on the side, or wait until it gets dark to ask Chen Yuanyuan, who has been instructed by Yuan Tiangang, if there is any way.

After about an hour, the trace of black qi above Feng Qiang's head finally began to weaken until it dissipated, Feng Qiang opened his eyes, and the injury was much better.

"Thank you, big brother, for saving your life. Feng Qiang stood up and bowed down, his voice sounding a little sad.

"Brother, we are all people of the new era, you are welcome. Ji Zijian hurriedly helped Feng Qiang up: "Why are you running away, if my guess is right, you are the descendants of Hebo Feng Yi, what's going on with that river temple?"

"What the eldest brother said is true, we are the descendants of the old thief Feng Yi. Feng Qiang said through gritted teeth.

Ji Zijian was surprised in his heart, there are many legends about this Hebo in the land of China. But I didn't expect that even the legendary characters of ancient times were true.

It is rumored that Feng Yi was originally a grass people in ancient times, and accidentally fell into the Yellow River when crossing the river and was drowned.

After Hebo took office, he showed off his power and urged the river to drown Hou Yi's father. What kind of person is Hou Yi, how can he endure the tragic death of his father, seeing Feng Yihualong on the edge of the Yellow River,

An arrow hit Hebo Fengyi in the left eye. If it weren't for the appearance of Dayu, who was managing the Yellow River and looking for Hebo, I am afraid that Feng Yi would have died under Hou Yi's arrow.

Of course, there are many positive legends about Hebo, such as the Kui Bao River map, which was painted by Feng Yi who studied the Yellow River all the year round, and played an almost decisive role in the process of Dayu's water control.

"Feng Yi was originally a Hebo, but he relied on his merits in controlling the water, showing off his might, he was shot in the left eye by the great god Houyi, and his anger was lost. Later, I don't know where to get a copy of the "Taiyin Heart Sutra", and practiced a body of Taiyin Gong, this kung fu originally relied on absorbing the moonlight at night, gradually changing, and relying on the moonlight to exert its strength, but Feng Yi's old thief was injured by Houyi's divine arrow, and the vitality kept passing for a moment, how could there be such a long time to practice this magic skill. Feng Qiang paused and continued:

"I don't know where the old thief learned a method that can be done quickly, taking advantage of the ancient war, he has devoured 99,999 souls, and changed his physique from the original immortal body given by the Emperor of Heaven to the Taiyin body, and since then he has cultivated the "Taiyin Heart Sutra" for thousands of miles. ”

It's a pity that no matter how strong the old thief is, how can he be strong enough to be strong with the magic arrow that Hou Yi can shoot even from the sun, and the vitality in the old thief's body is constantly draining through his left eye, and his life is on the line. ”

Listening to Feng Qiang calling his ancestors one by one, and telling stories about the ancient god Hebo, Ji Zijian listened attentively, and it was not until a short pause that he noticed that Feng Qiang's eyes were red and his eyes were about to split.

"Which old thief has been the river god for many years, not only has accumulated a large number of heavenly treasures, but also countless classics left by strange people who died in the river, the old thief does not know where to get a kind of yin and yang exercises, this kind of exercise is different from other Qi Huang techniques, it is necessary to be associated with their own blood and people to get life, just in time for the heaven and earth do not know for what reason the aura gradually dried up, the old thief went deep into the old nest given by the emperor and did not come out, every day to do those unseemly deeds, oppress the clansmen, the people in the clan dare not speak out, and many men have been killed by work, many women in the clan today, nine times out of ten are his own flesh and blood。 ”

"As the saying goes, tigers don't eat their children, and Feng Yi's behavior of the old thief is really despicable ...... that violates human ethics and loses his conscience."