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"Don't go!" Li Ruolan frowned and said, "Even if he is injured, you are not an opponent!"

Chu Li said with a smile: "The strength of my sword is similar to that of the White Tiger Soul Devouring Technique, his injuries will only get worse and worse, and it will not be so easy to get better!"

"His internal strength is more profound, and he can break the strength of your knife!" Li Ruolan said.

The White Tiger Soul Devouring Technique can be broken by a purer internal force, and Zhao Dahe's sword strength can also be used.

Chu Li said: "It's not that easy...... It's a scourge for him to stay, it's already a fluke to be able to hurt him this time, and next time, will it be difficult for the two senior sisters to stay here all the time?"

Li Ruolan's curved eyebrows frowned: "It's impossible for us to stay, there are not enough people in the sect, and we need to be on call at any time." ”

Lu Zhen chuckled: "We are all working hard, we can't compare to you, Senior Brother Zhao!"

Chu Li snorted: "I'm willing to work, but the holy woman doesn't agree!"

"Okay!" Li Ruolan interrupted his complaint, and was heard by the holy woman, he had no good fruit to eat.

"Don't say more, I'm going to leave quickly!" Chu Li waved his hand, ignored Li Ruolan's greeting, and strode away.

He stepped out of the gale-powered rudder and headed straight northeast.

Zheng Yanwu felt that the internal force kept pouring out of the wound, faster than the blood was draining.

He was shocked but calm, knowing that he was now at a life-and-death juncture, and he had to find a place to heal his injuries as soon as possible, and then come out to settle accounts with Zhao Dahe.

As he exerts light skills, the speed of internal force loss intensifies, as soon as he comes out of Gale City, half of the internal force has been lost, according to this speed, he has no internal force not far from the city, once he has no internal force, he can't heal, and it will get worse and worse.

He thought about it, thinking that the most dangerous place might be the safest, in terms of the depth of the foundation in Windy City, the Bright Saint Sect was far inferior to the White Tiger Sect, and he immediately returned to Windy City, burrowed into an alley, and entered the house of an ordinary family.

There lived an old man in this family, with white eyebrows, an old man, and no one else in the house, a widower.

The old man was lying in the old rocking chair in the courtyard, bathing in the sunset and swaying, leisurely, humming a tune in his mouth, leisurely and happy.

"Old Song!" Zheng Yanwu fell into his courtyard and said in a deep voice.

The old man hurriedly got up, and when he saw Zheng Yanwu appear, he was taken aback, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said in surprise: "Childe!"

Zheng Yanwu covered the knife edge with one hand, and waved his other hand: "I'm injured, I'm going to heal soon, don't let people find out!"

"Don't worry, Childe, it's very secret here!" Old Song nodded hurriedly and asked with concern: "Is it seriously injured?"

"I can't die for the time being!" Zheng Yanwu snorted.

Lao Song said: "What do you want to prepare?"

"Find a secret place, I want to retreat and heal!" Zheng Yanwu said.

"Childe comes with me!" Lao Song took him to a small pavilion in the backyard, pulled a mechanism in the pavilion, and with a "boom", the steps of the pavilion shrank inward, revealing a black hole.

Zheng Yanwu followed Lao Song into the underground secret room, and below was an empty stone room, which contained food and water, and there was no need to go down every day to deliver it.

The air in the stone room is smooth and fresh, and the vents are located in a flower bed, so there is a faint fragrance in the air.

"Although Childe is healing here, do you want me to deliver a letter?"

Zheng Yanwu shook his head: "Don't do anything, so as not to arouse suspicion, I will recover and then find this field!"

"Yes. Old Song nodded.

Zheng Yanwu covered his wound and looked at him: "After so many years, you are much older!"

Lao Song smiled: "The more the son lives, the younger he gets!"

"The appearance is young, and the heart is also old, this time I am old and have lost my son, and I want to avenge my son, I didn't expect the enemy to be so prickly!" Zheng Yanwu shook his head and sighed: "You go!"

"Yes. Lao Song hugged his fists, went to the secret room, and entered the small pavilion.

With a "boom", the steps stretched out again, covering the entrance of the cave, and restored to its original state, so that outsiders could not find out where this secret room was.

Lao Song continued to the recliner in the front yard, bathed in the sunset, and the past emerged.

At the beginning, he went to the martial arts with his son, and the sword and sword rain came over, and his martial arts were abolished, and finally settled in Gale City, became a rich man, and lived peacefully for so many years.

I haven't seen him for fifty years, and the son is the same as he was at the beginning, but he is old like this.

He has always been content, he feels plain, it is good to be alive, he has experienced blood and blood, and it is a kind of luck to be alive.

But when he saw Childe again, he suddenly felt a little unwilling.

Is his life so plain, the obscure past, gradually turned into a piece of loess, and walked in vain in the world?

His ambition that was consumed by a peaceful life, and his fighting spirit that was extinguished by the loss of martial arts, began to recover again at this moment, and he began to operate the mental method that he had not practiced for a long time, and the meridians that had dried up had no breath.

He sighed.

In his heart, he opened the courtyard door and walked out, slowly soaring, and staggered to the Nine Star Tower.

As soon as he entered the Nine Star Tower, he heard the battle of the Great Wind Rudder.

"Good guy, this Zheng Yanwu really deserves to be a master of the hidden world, all the masters of the gale rudder pounced, he only made one move, everyone flew out, and then Zheng Yanwu injured the two female disciples of the Bright Holy Sect, they are all great beauties, force Zhao Dahe to show up, otherwise he will kill these two great beauties!"

"The disciples of the big wind rudder rushed up desperately to save these two beauties, just at this time, the sword flashed, Zhao Dahe finally shot, and the bright knife shot through Zheng Yanwu!"

"Is this Zhao Dahe's Bright Knife really so powerful?"

"My brother-in-law is a disciple of the Great Wind Helm, he is healing at home, I just took a snack to visit, these are what I heard him say, this is what I have seen and experienced with my own eyes!"

"It's inevitable to exaggerate. ”

"It's not an exaggeration, it's just a knife...... And Zheng Yanwu is really powerful, there are more than 30 top masters in the big wind rudder, he will clean it up with one move!"

Lao Song sat down at a table, listening to people's discussions, and his expression did not move.

He quickly understood the cause and effect, and secretly sighed that the martial arts were really dangerous, and there were even stronger players among the strong, who would have thought that Gongzi was so powerful that he would be planted in the hands of such a young Zhao Dahe!

However, this kind of martial arts is only exciting when you are in it.

It's a pity that my lifespan is almost up, if I can resume my cultivation, I can live for another hundred years, or even two hundred years, the older I am and when I am about to die, the more afraid I am of death, the more I don't want to die, and the more unwilling I am!

If you can restore your martial arts and live for another hundred years, you are willing to exchange it for any price!

He drank a few glasses of wine, but there was no taste in his mouth, and slowly went down the Jiuxing Tower, and walked towards his house with a full stomach.

As soon as he entered the alley, in the middle of the narrow alley stood an ugly young man, dressed in a green shirt, looking at him fixedly.

Old Song was vigilant, but he continued to approach the young man as if nothing had happened.

The two kept getting closer, and finally staggered past, and Old Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief, maintained the original speed of his steps, and slowly left the young man.

"Do you want to restore your martial arts?" said the ugly young man, as if speaking to the air.

Old Song paused and continued to walk forward.

The ugly young man continued, "I have one of the Rejuvenation Pill of the Bright Holy Sect!"

So saying, he walked forward, and was about to leave. (To be continued.) )