After standing for a while, Zhuo Yifan slowly and gently pushed the door open, trying to use internal force to prevent the door from making a noise, and then walked in little by little. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, Duan Zixiong's room did not make any sound, it was almost midnight, and Duan Zixiong should have fallen asleep.

Zhuo Yifan slowly approached Duan Zixiong's bed, began to improve his luck, and hit it inside with his Prajna Zen palm.

Because he drank the blood of the moon eel and ate the third eye of the blood-red elephant fish, Zhuo Yifan's internal strength became higher and higher as time went by. Moreover, Qi Huaishan passed on his remaining decades of internal strength to him, so if this palm continues, Duan Zixiong will definitely die.

Seeing that there was no scream on the bed, this made Zhuo Yifan even more determined to this idea.

He began to rub in the dark, trying to light an oil lamp or a candle.

It took a while to light the candle. A few red candles suddenly illuminated the whole room as bright as day, as if it was going to be a candle night in the cave room.

Zhuo Yifan held a candle and looked towards Duan Zixiong's bed, looking at the bulging on the bed, he smiled happily, this time Duan Zixiong will definitely die.

When he came to the bed, he suddenly lifted the futon and found that it was still a quilt inside, and he didn't see Duan Zixiong.

"It's bad, I fell for Duan Zixiong's trick!" This was Zhuo Yifan's first reaction.

So he hurriedly rushed out and escaped from the West Harrier Iceberg.

Just as he was about to arrive at the door, Duan Zixiong led more than 200 people to block the door.

"Hahaha! Zhuo Yifan, it's really you, I see how you can run this time! Catch me alive, and those who catch it will be rewarded!" Duan Zixiong roared.

As soon as his words fell, the crowd ran towards him in the dark.

In the face of so many people, Zhuo Yifan hurriedly hid in the room, but was soon surrounded by everyone. In this case, there is no sword in hand, so you can only respond with the Prajna Zen palm.

Fortunately, the internal strength in his body continued to improve, so that he would not panic. He transported the Xuan Qi between his palms, his feet fell to the ground, and he immediately flew up, and then hit the black crowd below, and hit the palm force.

The light blue Xuan Qi was like a fairy scattering flowers, and it immediately covered the people below, and the shape of the palm of the hand kept slapping at them.

After a circle, everyone fell to the ground, and the wails continued.

Some of the people who did not fall to the ground slapped the West Harrier Ice Palm at him, and in an instant he felt the cold and biting, so he quickly dodged it, otherwise if he was frozen, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The other group of people kept gathering flames between the two palms, and Duan Zixiong quickly stopped them when he saw this, he didn't want to burn his room.

Zhuo Yifan continued to attack them with the Prajna Zen Palm, and the skills that Duan Yifeng taught these disciples were limited after all, and they were soon defeated by Zhuo Yifan.

"Get out of the way for me, I'll let him taste my Western Harrier Ice Palm!" After Duan Zixiong shouted, everyone hurriedly dodged.

I saw Duan Zixiong closing his eyes and concentrating, constantly converging the Xuan Qi in his palm, he continued to expand the range, the cold wind kept blowing, and everyone only felt unbearable, so they probed their brains and hid in the corner.

Zhuo Yifan obviously felt that Duan Zixiong's skill was above him, if he really attacked, he couldn't beat him, plus there were hundreds of disciples to help, if he was too entangled, it would be difficult to escape at that time.

Just as Duan Zixiong was exerting his strength, Zhuo Yifan escaped with his feet again, smashed the roof straight away, flew out, and then used light skills to escape.

Duan Zixiong, who hadn't had time to hit the West Harrier's cold ice palm, could be said to be angry, because the internal force was passed on to him by Duan Yifeng, he still didn't reach the point of being flexible and comfortable in using it, which allowed Zhuo Yifan to escape.

"Chase him all for me!You can burn him with the Eastern Harrier's Fire Palm outside!" Duan Zixiong roared.

So everyone followed Duan Zixiong's order and chased in the direction where Zhuo Yifan fled.

Because of the darkness of the night and Zhuo Yifan's light skills were very good, it didn't take long for him to throw everyone away.

With the help of the dark moon and high wind, Zhuo Yifan felt the road and walked down the mountain.

He breathed a sigh of relief after crossing the stronghold of the mountain, and then disappeared into the night.

Duan Zixiong pounced, and he was very unhappy in his heart. However, what he was most worried about at the moment was not Zhuo Yifan, but that other sects on the rivers and lakes would take the opportunity to snatch the Blood Drinking Sword. Although his father Duan Yifeng's internal strength has been passed on to him, compared with those bigwigs in the rivers and lakes, he is not afraid of them.

It's just that this requires a run-in process, and he doesn't have any actual combat experience with the big guy, so he can't help but be a little worried.

"From now on, we will send more people to patrol and beware of being attacked!" Duan Zixiong ordered.

"Yes!"

Then the crowd began to scatter, waiting for all possible contingencies.

After Duan Zixiong got into the room, he didn't dare to sleep in it, but opened the mechanism to enter the practice room, and went inside to sleep with the blood-drinking sword. Only inside could he feel safe, after all, the practice room was a special room built by Duan Yifeng himself, and it was difficult for outsiders to open it.

And after Zhuo Yifan left the harrier and fell off the mountain, he felt a little relaxed in his heart. But without the blood-drinking sword in his hand, he was still a little frustrated. At this point, he didn't know where to go, let alone what was going to happen.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Zhuo Yifan walked in the barren land, farther and farther away from the harrier falling down the mountain. He felt like a lonely ghost, wandering the wilderness aimlessly.

Although he escaped from the Harrier Mountain, he had no worries about his life for the time being, but he lost the blood-drinking sword, and Duan Zixiong, who participated in the killing of his grandfather, was not eliminated.

When he thought of his grandfather's murder, he suddenly thought of Zhuo Yi, his cousin, who killed his relatives by any means for the position of the owner of Zhuo Jian Villa. The indignation continued to rise, and he couldn't wait to rush back to Zhuo Jian Villa right now to teach and question Zhuo Yi who had lost his conscience so much.

"No, I must go back, in case it is Duan Yifeng's trick, won't I be fooled by him again!" Zhuo Yifan said to himself.

So he rushed to Zhuo Jian Villa overnight.

Along the way, Zhuo Yifan was thinking about the path he would take in the future, first snatching back the blood-drinking sword, and then killing Duan Zixiong to avenge his grandfather, and then finding out the wicked person who killed his father and mother, and taking revenge.

It's just the current situation, Zhuo Yifan knows that it is difficult to snatch the Blood Drinking Sword back by himself, and he must rely on the power of other sects, but how to use it, he hasn't figured it out for a while.

Right now, he just wants to question his cousin Zhuo Yi and find out whether he participated in the killing of his grandfather Mu Liangsheng......

After several days and nights of hurrying, in a quiet late night, Zhuo Yifan came to the gate of Zhuo Jian Villa.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the two skulls were still burning, and black smoke was constantly coming out of the roof of the skull and eye sockets.