It seemed that this section of the river was very safe, and during the time that Feng Yang had regained his true qi, he had not been attacked in any way.

He swam up from the river and took off his already soaked clothes. Run the True Qi to evaporate the water stains on your body, take out new clothes from the storage bag and put them on.

Calculating the time, it has been more than half a month since I came out, and it's time to go back. Otherwise, even if there is a retreat and cultivation as a cover, Yue'er and they should be worried.

However, Feng Yang didn't go far before he felt that someone was coming in his direction. The speed of the people coming, even if Feng Yang escapes now, it will be a matter of time before he is overtaken.

Feng Yang put on the mountain armor, took out the silver snake sword, and was on full alert. Anyway, there was only one person on the other side, so it wouldn't be so easy for him to kill himself. It is not certain who will die in the end!

Feng Yang saw a man flying from a tree, and the man stopped not far in front of Feng Yang. This person is the only undead Confucian leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

It's just that it's very puzzling that he doesn't look like he's here to find Feng Yang for a decisive battle. And his next move was even more strange.

Seeing that the leader of the Confucian cultivator took out something from the storage bag, Feng Yang immediately became nervous. He thought that the leader of the Confucian cultivators took out a weapon, but who knew that it was a jar of wine.

The man suddenly spoke: "Don't be nervous, I want to talk to you before I fight to the death." He opened the wine seal and took a sip: "What a faux pas, we have been fighting for so many days, and we haven't introduced ourselves yet?"

He poured two more sips of wine, without the literati atmosphere at the beginning, but a little bohemian warrior: "Your name is Feng Yang, right? Would you like to have a drink too? ”

His strange behavior and words made Feng Yang a little confused: "No... ”

Feng Yang felt that he was not crazy, and the two were now in a life-and-death hostile relationship. Not only did he not do it to himself immediately, but he also raised his head and drank to himself, wasn't he afraid that he would take this opportunity to kill him?

"You don't have to be so nervous, I can swear to the demons. I'm definitely not going to do anything to you until I'm done with this meal. From the words, it can be heard that the tone of this monk named Song Yan is very sincere.

Feng Yang was really depressed to death when he heard this, just like a group of hunters chasing a rabbit with a knife, and as a result, all but the most powerful hunter were led into a trap by the rabbit and killed. At last the hunter cornered the rabbit, but the hunter suddenly put down the knife in his hand, and then said to the rabbit, "You have finally stopped, and talk to me!"

Feng Yang looked at this Confucian leader who claimed to be Song Yan suspiciously, did he want to let his guard down and then kill himself? Or was he deliberately exposing his flaws so that he could attack and lure himself into the bait?

Song Yan didn't care what Feng Yang was thinking now, he poured a sip of wine into his mouth: "You really don't drink? You must know that this is the last time you or I will drink." Forget it, since you like to talk like this, let's talk like this!"

Feng Yang only scolded in his heart: "Your sister, only fools like such postures." Although he scolded in his heart, Feng Yang did not dare to relax his vigilance at all, and still maintained this posture.

In this way, the two formed a very strange picture. I saw a person with his feet in a lunge, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and the whole person was in a posture of defending or attacking at any time. The other stood there casually, with a jar of wine in his right hand. From time to time, he poured wine into his mouth, and the cloudy liquor overflowed from the corners of his mouth, flowing down his neck and into his clothes.

"This time we were careless, if we had sniped you with all our might at the beginning, the others might not have died. Song Yan didn't show any angry expression, and his face was still calm. People who don't know think he's talking about someone else!

Feng Yang is now neither able to fight nor to go. He could only maintain that posture, and Feng Yang responded: "Actually, I don't want to kill anyone, but when we meet, it's already doomed to either you die or I die." It's just that we are in different positions, and death is inevitable. ”

Song Yan raised his head and drank heavily, at this time he didn't have the temperament of a scholar at all, but was a bold chivalrous man. He looked down at Feng Yang and said, "That's right, in fact, I should thank you for them." ”

His words made Feng Yang very stunned: "What? What did you just say?" Feng Yang thought that there was something wrong with his hearing, and he killed his companion. He even had to thank himself for his companion, and Feng Yang felt as if the world was going crazy.