Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

"Second brother, it's okay!"

Zhong Yin hugged the swaying Zhuge Chunqiu, his face full of concern.

"It's okay!

Zhuge Chunqiu grinned, unimpressed.

"Let's go first! It's too late to go!"

Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, waved his hand and killed the Japanese samurai who were confronting the sword family siblings with lightning speed.

"I'll take the lead, after the palace is unharmed, you take Yimeng, Zhong Yin, you take Qiu'er, go!"

Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, did not procrastinate, and immediately moved his body and rushed towards the side with less firelight.

I have to say that Zhuge Chunqiu was unfortunate and lucky, they were not hindered too much, and they broke out of the encirclement that had not yet been formed, and they were also unlucky, and they were seriously injured soon after they landed on the island, and their temporary combat strength was greatly damaged.

Everyone was shuttling through the mountains and forests quickly, and because of the induction in the darkness of Nangong Yuyu's cultivation of the "Flowing Cloud Sword Codex", everyone avoided the ninjas they encountered along the way in advance, but they didn't get into big trouble.

Everyone didn't know how long they had been shuttling through the mountains and forests, and the shouts from behind had long been heard.

The sound of everyone's breathing gradually became heavier, and from the moment they landed on the island, there were sporadic battles, although it was Nangong Yuyu, who was the Tianshu Yirong at that time, directly killed him, and the pressure in his heart was still there.

Immediately after a battle, everyone can be described as a game of nine deaths and a lifetime, and for this reason, they paid a heavy blow to their dreams, Zhuge Chunqiu lost his combat power in a short time, and everyone had to retreat in embarrassment.

The night is very dark! It is not good for Zhuge Chunqiu and others, and it is even more unfavorable for the remnants of Fusang Pingjiangmen on the island, the dark night and the dense woods make them only know the direction of Zhuge Chunqiu and the others to break through, and they don't know anything else.

"There's a small cave here, let's rest for a while!"

Nangong Yuyu, who was in the shape of Tianshu, suddenly found a hole hidden by vines in front of the left, and when he saw the tired people, he immediately decided to stop and recuperate.

The cave was not deep, and there was a bend in it, and everyone came to the deepest corner before they stopped.

"Sting!"

Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, lit the fire fold that he carried with him.

There were some hay and twigs in the cave, and a campfire that had been artificially extinguished, and it seemed that someone had been here.

Zhong Yin helped Zhuge Chunqiu to the side and sat down, and Yiren also gently put Yimeng on the hay, and leaned his upper body on his arms.

The sisters and brothers of the sword family quickly gathered the branches and put them on the original bonfire, and Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, lit the branches with the fire fold in his hand.

"Everyone's alright!"

All this last night, Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, turned his head and looked at everyone, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Mother!it's okay!cough!cough!cough!"

In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Zhuge Chunqiu also patted his chest, but it caused a cough.

"Brother Chunqiu, your Death Pill!"

Yiren hurriedly took out the porcelain vase that Zhuge Chunqiu had asked Zhong Yin to give her from his arms and threw it over.

Zhuge Chunqiu took the porcelain bottle and smiled bitterly.

"Brother Chunqiu, eat quickly!"

Seeing Zhuge Chunqiu holding a porcelain vase, he smirked there, and said in a hurry.

"Just a little shock, a little rest, and exercise to recuperate, how can it be wasted!"

Zhuge Chunqiu put the porcelain vase back in his arms, unimpressed by his injury.

"No! How can you do that! Besides, who has time for you to rest and recuperate now!"

Yiren glared at Zhuge Chunqiu angrily, and did not forgive.

"Good! good!"

Zhuge Chunqiu took out the porcelain bottle containing the Death Pill, hesitated for a moment, took out another porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and raised his head to take it.

"How can you do that!"

looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with dissatisfaction.

"Qiu'er, you just take the Death Pill! Yimeng is injured and takes your Death Pill, but you are injured but you are taking ordinary healing pills, if Yimeng wakes up and knows, he will blame himself!"

Nangong Yuyu, who was disguised by Tianshu, also felt that Zhuge Chunqiu's move was a little inappropriate, and opened his mouth to persuade him.

When Zhuge Chunqiu heard this, he reluctantly took out the porcelain bottle containing the Death Pill from his arms, poured out a pill of the Death Pill, then tilted his head and took it, and immediately sat down cross-legged.

When everyone saw this scene, they smiled.

Nangong Yuyu, who was disfigured, stood up from the spot, came to a short distance from the entrance of the cave, closed his eyes and breathed.

After all, from the time she landed on the island to the present, she was a person who stopped for a moment, although she had a disguise, she couldn't hide her tiredness.

For a while, the atmosphere was dull.

"Everyone is a little tired! Let's rest! I'll take care of the wind for you, and I don't know how long I can rest!"

But Nangong Yuyu, who was closing his eyes at the entrance of the cave and breathing, said suddenly.

"Hmm!"

When everyone heard this, they also closed their eyes and breathed, only Yiren, looking at Yimeng's pale face, fell into deep thought.

In the cave, for a while, only the crackling sound of the bonfire was heard from time to time.

The sky is gradually turning white, and the early birds are already chirping in the branches.

Everyone has collected their merits, only Zhuge Chunqiu is still breathing with his eyes closed, and his slightly trembling body makes the tired face of Yiren, who has never rested, reveal a touch of sorrow.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Zhuge Chunqiu spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and in the ashes of the bonfire where only a little spark remained, bursts of green smoke were stirred up, and a sneering sound was made, and everyone's eyes were suddenly focused on him.

I saw Zhuge Chunqiu's eyes closed, his face hideous, and his hands were repeatedly marked with handprints that everyone didn't understand.

"Huh!"

No, one of these people understands, and that is Tianshu, who also cultivates the Flowing Cloud Sword Codex.

Tianshu looked at Zhuge Chunqiu with a shocked face, some time ago, Nangong Yuyu told her that she had taught the "Liuyun Sword Codex" to Zhuge Chunqiu, unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhuge Chunqiu had already crossed the first glimpse of the "Liuyun Sword Codex", and reached the completion of entering the room, and was impacting the silent realm of moisturizing things.

If Zhuge Chunqiu reached the realm of entering the house at this moment, he was not surprised at all, after all, Zhuge Chunqiu once had the foundation of the innate realm there, but this masterpiece, even if it was himself at the beginning, it took three years to reach it, but how long has it been, and it hasn't been here for three months!

Tianshu couldn't believe his eyes.

After observing for a moment again, Tianshu finally determined that the gesture seal made by Zhuge Chunqiu at this moment was clearly the gesture seal assisted by the "Liuyun Sword Classic" entering the hall and breaking through to the silent realm of moisturizing things.

Having experienced this breakthrough, she will never be mistaken.

It can be said that Zhuge Chunqiu's breakthrough is related to his frequent moves with masters during this time, fighting for life and death at every turn, and breaking through his potential.

In addition, this time he was against the thin old man, and was beaten by the dead old man's killer punch, and his strength was desperately squeezed by Zhuge Chunqiu.

Just taking the Death Pill is to spit out the impurities accumulated in the body and the dirty blood, and it is to completely stimulate the medicinal power accumulated in the body in the past.

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