Several people in the room were sitting upright on the ground, adjusting their breath, recovering their internal strength, and quietly waiting for this formation to dissipate. Ye Feng sat quietly bored, bowed his head and sipped tea, with his intelligence, he could naturally know that once this formation was broken, Jueyuan must have been far away, and there was no ambush in this temple, I am afraid that it has become an empty temple at this time.

When Ye Feng came back to his senses, he raised his eyes and saw a beautiful figure standing in front of Ye Feng, Ye Feng was startled, and when he looked at it, he chuckled: "Mingyue, have you recovered?" Mingyue smiled, raised her soft hair, nodded Ye Feng's forehead, and complained: "When did it start?"

"Huh?" Ye Feng was stunned, smiled to himself, lowered his eyebrows and stared at his arms, and sighed, "It's really Mingyue, you have already found out." ”

Mingyue chuckled, raised her slender hand and stroked the green silk, and said indifferently: "You stood up just now, but you were not injured by the fluctuation of that breath, I have already guessed it!

Ye Feng shook his head, clenched his fists, and said with a wry smile: "Where is it so easy, now I have just recovered a little internal strength, and my fists are still weak and weak." ”

"You......" Mingyue raised her hand and patted Ye Feng's shoulder, and said hatefully, "Your heart is really black, isn't it that you want to restore your previous strength in this instant, it's too greedy!"

Ye Feng smiled dumbly and sighed: "It's that my husband is anxious! Well, it has been a success to feel a little internal strength for the first time in many days." But this matter must be kept secret, and maybe it can turn the tide at a critical moment!"

"Hehe......" Mingyue's beautiful eyes flashed, and she bowed her head slightly, "I naturally know this, now that the news of your martial arts loss has spread in the rivers and lakes, then those potential opponents will naturally know that if at a critical time, the husband can show his strength, and he can also catch them off guard!"

"Brother Feng, Sister Mingyue, what are you talking about?" Wan'er stood up gracefully and asked with a smile, "Aren't you whispering?"

Mingyue pursed her lips and smiled, raised Rouyi and poked Wan'er's lotus arm, and said softly: "Little girl, you are a little similar to Rou'er now, and you can even tease your sister!

Wan'er was stunned, saw the mischievous meaning in Mingyue's eyes, and understood that she was not really angry, so she raised her head, looked at the formation, and chuckled: "Sister Mingyue, my sister thinks that the later she exposes the fact that Brother Feng has recovered his martial arts, the better!

Mingyue bowed slightly, naturally agreeing with Wan'er's statement, and responded: "Jueyuan's breath connects this formation, and we break it, so Jueyuan naturally knows." With his old scheming, he naturally knew that the strength of the temple at this time could not compete with us, and he would definitely lead the Buddhist disciples to escape. What I care about is the unconscious Shaolin disciples outside the temple, if there is nothing to do, we can still ask some information, just afraid of ......" At this point, Mingyue can't go on, you must know that if you want others to never speak, you can only kill the killer, but kill the same door so frantically, it really doesn't look like a Buddhist person, maybe they still have a chance to live.

Wan'er and Ye Feng glanced at each other, and naturally understood what Mingyue was referring to, but such things that people and gods were angry about should not appear in Shaolin. After a while, several seniors finally succeeded in pranayama and opened their eyes. At the same time, the formation had completely dissolved.

Ye Feng took a few steps in advance, hugged his fists and asked a few people: "I don't know if a few seniors have recovered well! Now that the formation has been broken and the night is dark, we still need to leave this place quickly!"

"Obey the orders of the alliance leader!" several seniors shouted, their words full of confidence, it was obvious that they had returned to their peak state.

When the group stepped out of the house, they saw an empty temple, and the surroundings were silent and dim, and only by relying on the light of the moon could they see the surrounding situation a little. The surrounding ground was littered with various scriptures, and it was a mess.

Ye Feng looked around, smiled indifferently, and said: "It seems that the Shaolin disciples have withdrawn from this 'Jingyuan Temple', but I don't know if they have left Yangzhou?" Mingyue was moved, sniffed around, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "There is a smell of blood in this air!" As soon as the words fell, Mingyue stepped forward, looking for the source of the bloody smell, but found that the source was outside the temple.

Mingyue stood at the gate of the temple, paused, turned around slightly and looked at Ye Feng, who had a solemn face, and suddenly pushed open the temple door, and in an instant, the floating smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and even a little pungent. Several people followed Mingyue out of the mountain gate and walked down the bluestone road.

Halfway up the mountain, Mingyue looked at the scene in front of her in a daze, and muttered in the air: "It's really such a ......" Several people's sights were blocked by Mingyue's figure, but when they heard Mingyue's surprised words, they couldn't help but feel curious in their hearts, after all, there are really not many things that surprise a woman like Mingyue. Immediately, several people quickened their pace, and when they saw such a scene, they were all stunned and speechless.

Wan'er looked at the corpses all over the ground with some surprise, and said suspiciously: "Sister Mingyue, these people were fainted by you before, so how could they die here?" Mingyue frowned and said in a deep voice: "There is no doubt that as I guessed, it should be the hand of Shaolin insiders!"

The blood all over the ground seemed to stain the moonlight red, Ye Feng took a deep breath, grabbed the slender hands of the two beauties, wanted to leave this place of right and wrong, and sighed: "Tomorrow, my Ye Meng disciples will come to bury these Shaolin disciples!" Since there was such an episode, a group of several people left this island in the middle of the lake, although several people were silent, but this unusual silence still reflected the opinions of different people.

After a while, Master Qingxin was finally depressed, and said in a muffled voice: "I can't imagine that among the leaders of the righteous path of martial arts in the world, there is such a thing of anger between people and gods!" Mo Yundao's eyes froze, and he lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking. With the relationship between Daoist Mo Yun and Master Jueyuan, he naturally couldn't believe it, but facts speak louder than words, and he couldn't believe it.

The boats around the island in the middle of the lake had long been driven away by the Shaolin disciples on the island, and now, as they had come, they had used their light skills to cross the lake. Ye Feng smiled and said to the two pick-ups: "Please also ask the two ladies to give me a ride!"

When Ye Feng came, he was brought by Wan'er, so it was Mingyue's job when he went. Mingyue raised her hand to hold Ye Feng's forehead, and grabbed Ye Feng's shoulder with the other hand, and she was the first to take off into the air, which was more elegant than Wan'er before. Ye Meng and his entourage finally rushed back to Yangzhou City, and the journey of a few hours was really a bit of ups and downs, with master confrontation and formation competition, which was wonderful in this short period of time.

It's night, it should be Wan'er to sleep for Ye Feng, because she is a little tired today, Ye Feng is not happy with Wan'er, and Wan'er is a little overused because of today's "Pranyo Gong", as soon as she lies on the bed, the beauty is already asleep. Ye Feng couldn't sleep because of the initial recovery of his skills, and he turned his head to look at the sleeping beauty, that is, the bedding was moved to her, but he himself got out of bed, went straight to the windowsill, and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Why, isn't my husband happy with Sister Wan'er?" A coquettish voice came, with a slight joke in her words, "Husband, did you let Sister Wan'er stay alone in the empty room?"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, looked up at the bright moon suspended outside the window, and said indifferently: "Wan'er just fell asleep, don't wake her up, let's go to the roof!"

Mingyue Jiaojiao laughed, bowed her head slightly, and sighed: "I'll go find some fine wine again, and I can enjoy the bright moon with my loved ones in the night, but it is a special fun!" Ye Feng shook his head slightly, naturally knowing that Mingyue was probably already sitting on the roof of the building, he sighed lightly, and the miserable appearance of the Shaolin disciple appeared in his mind, and there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

When Ye Feng went to the roof, Mingyue was already lying on the tiles, the exquisite curve was fully revealed, he lifted the soft wattle, picked up the wine glass, slowly raised it, and sighed slightly at the bright moon: "Husband, don't come soon! The ancients said, 'Don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon', why don't you come and drink with me?"

Ye Feng smiled, sat down beside Mingyue, showed a chic color, raised the wine glass and touched Mingyue, and sighed lightly: "When you sing about wine, what is your life?" Cao Cao's heroic poems spit out in Ye Feng's mouth, adding a touch of wildness, but for a moment, Ye Feng's eyes flashed, his eyes were a little sad, and his mood was also low.

Mingyue saw it clearly, helped Ye Feng pour a full amount of wine, and said to herself: "Husband, did you feel emotion when you saw the fate of the Shaolin disciples today?"

Ye Feng was stunned, turned his head to stare at the beautiful woman, smiled bitterly, and said, "I have long been accustomed to the dangers of the rivers and lakes. But I still can't understand such a reckless attack on the same door. Since they were fellow disciples, and those disciples admired Jueyuan so much, why could he kill fellow disciples so lightly? Moreover, I found that some of the corpses had been stabbed several times, could it be that they were afraid that they would make up for it before they died?"

Mingyue was silent, frowned, tasted the wine by herself, and said softly: "If I say it...... I have killed my fellow disciples in the Holy Gate before, what will my husband think of me? Many people have lifelong dreams, some are keen on power, some love money, and some love beauty, and all of this is inseparable from the word profit. This word is even more crazy, so this river and lake is so chaotic!"

Ye Feng raised his head, stared at Jiaoyue, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe I'm really not an emperor's material!"