After disappearing for half a month, Mu Wufeng finally reappeared on the cultivation ground.

However, the Eighth Guide didn't have a good face for Mu Wufeng, and asked with a serious face: "Did you really go to penance during this time, or were you lazy and didn't come to cultivate?"

Mu Wufeng's heart was full of injustice, the cultivation he had experienced during this time was much more difficult and difficult than the cultivation he had here every day, he didn't expect that these eight guides would doubt himself.

But Mu Wufeng didn't speak, just released his sword qi slightly, and the eight guides were also shocked.

"This level of sword qi is clearly a sword qi fluctuation that can only be possessed by a second-grade great sword master, how can this Mu Wufeng?"

This is also Mu Wufeng's slight hand, hiding his true strength, after all, let others not figure out his own details so that others will not let others find their weaknesses.

After learning that Mu Wufeng was indeed not lazy, but really went to penance for a while, the eight guides' originally serious faces also relaxed a little.

He nodded and said to Mu Wufeng, "Okay, since your kid is back, let me continue to cultivate, and I can't be complacent because of a little achievement." ”

Mu Wufeng also respectfully arched his hand to the Eighth Guide and said, "Disciple understands. ”

Then Mu Wufeng found a stone platform not far away and started to cultivate, and Ding Zitong, who was not far away, saw that Mu Wufeng was not blamed by the Eight Guides, and he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a guard of the Holy Sword Sect walked up to the Eighth Guide and hurriedly said, "Eighth Guide, there is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl outside our sect who wants to join the Holy Sword Sect, and it seems that she is very weak and has suffered many injuries. ”

The eight guides frowned slightly and asked, "What's the girl's name?"

The Holy Sword Sect guard responded, "This girl said her name is Yang Jie. ”

"Let's go, let's see. The eight guides said with a slight sigh.

Mu Wufeng happened to hear all this conversation, and when he heard this familiar name, he couldn't believe it, after all, almost all the disciples of the Sword God Sect had not been able to come out of that Sword God Sect catastrophe.

But according to the description of the Holy Sword Sect guard, Mu Wufeng was extremely convinced that that girl was the woman he knew, and he had to go and see the situation.

Naturally, these words were also heard by the other outer disciples of the Holy Sword Sect on the cultivation ground, and they all followed the Eight Guides to the sect gate, wanting to take a look at the excitement, and Mu Wufeng also went with the flow of people.

Originally, Ding Zitong was not interested in seeing what was going on, but when she saw that Mu Wufeng actually followed, she felt that this woman must not be a mortal, and it was even possible to know Mu Wufeng, otherwise with Mu Wufeng's indifferent character, she would never have gone to see such a bustle.

Just when the eighth guide followed many disciples of the outer sect of the Holy Sword Sect to the gate of the sect, he saw a girl dressed in a plain white robe with a beautiful and moving face standing weakly in place, the originally plain white robe was also stained with bursts of blood, and the originally ruddy and flawless beautiful face also became bloodless, which made people feel pity.

Mu Wufeng stood in the second row of the crowd. In the row behind him, Ding Zitong looked at the woman quietly, and found that this woman was also beautiful, but her body revealed an indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Mu Wufeng couldn't help but turn red when he saw the familiar figure in front of him, it turned out that the Sword God Sect really had a disciple alive, and she was really alive.

The Eighth Guide stood in front of Yang Jie and asked, "Where are you from, why do you want to join my Holy Sword Sect?"

Yang Jie replied with a weak face: "The little woman is from the Central Continent, and because her family was killed by thieves, she fled to this Holy Sword Continent, wanting to learn exercises to avenge her family. ”

The eighth guide felt the sword qi emanating from Yang Jie's body, it was clearly the sword qi of a first-class great swordsman, this woman's family must not be an ordinary family, how could it be harmed by thieves?

Just when the eighth guide hesitated, an indifferent voice came out: "Eighth guide, I know this woman, she is not a bad person. ”

That Yang Jie saw a familiar figure that she hadn't seen for a long time, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, tears fell from her beautiful eyes, and she muttered: "Is it really you, I'm not dreaming..."

Then he went limp and fainted to the ground.

Mu Wufeng hurriedly hugged Yang Jie and nodded at the eighth guide, indicating that the woman had no malicious intent.

The Eighth Guide didn't say much, because he believed that Mu Wufeng was a measured person and would not do anything that would damage the Holy Sword Sect, and even if the two of them wanted to, it would be a whimsical thing.

However, the surrounding disciples of the outer sect of the Holy Sword Sect did not agree with what Mu Wufeng said, and said one after another: "How can you know that this woman is not a spy sent by another sect, could it be that you are also a spy to destroy my Holy Sword Sect?"

Mu Wufeng opened his eyes slightly, and as soon as his mind moved, the sword qi of the early stage of the third-grade great sword master burst out from his body, his eyes stared at everyone tightly, his eyes revealed a strong killing intent, and he said coldly: "Now I know?"

The surrounding outer disciples were all frightened by Mu Wufeng's majestic sword aura, and they all stopped the sound of discussion. This sword qi, even Ding Zitong, who had just been promoted to a second-grade great sword master, was far inferior.

That Mu Wufeng hugged Yang Jie and walked into the Holy Sword Sect step by step, and Ding Zitong, who was mixed in the crowd, looked at the back of Mu Wufeng holding Yang Jie and leaving, but her heart was mixed, she had never seen Mu Wufeng move for anyone with such a murderous aura, obviously this woman was very important to Mu Wufeng.

Mu Wufeng carried Yang Jie back to the house he had originally arranged for himself, but did not return to the house where Ding Zitong was.

After all, it is indeed a little inappropriate to go back with a woman, and Mu Wufeng is afraid that Ding Zitong will think too much and affect her mood.

Mu Wufeng felt the rich sword aura emanating from Yang Jie's body, it was clear that she had reached the peak level of a first-grade great sword master, it seemed that she had not let go of her usual cultivation after more than a year of difficult and long escape.

But when he saw the shocking wounds on Yang Jie's body, he couldn't help but clench his fists fiercely, if he knew who injured Yang Jie like this, he would definitely make this person pay ten times or even a hundred times the repayment.

But this wound had to be dealt with now, so after Mu Wufeng slowly put Yang Jie on the bed, he hurriedly went to the Holy Sword Sect's treasury, wanting to buy some healing medicine for Yang Jie to treat.

But as soon as he entered the treasury of the Holy Sword Sect, he realized that all his sword qi stones had bought the materials needed to refine the green snakeskin armor, and he was now a poor bastard.

But Yang Jie's injury couldn't be dragged on, so he stubbornly told the treasury steward about the matter, but the treasury steward didn't appreciate it, but said lightly: "The healing pill is a bottle of a thousand holy sword stones." ”

But that Mu Wufeng couldn't even take out this thousand holy sword stones at this time, and just when Mu Wufeng was at a loss, a simple voice came: "This bottle of sword qi stone of healing pill liquid, I came out." ”

This honest voice is naturally Zhao Jinzhu. With a wave of his hand, a thousand holy sword stones disappeared from Zhao Jinzhu's identity token.

Mu Wufeng gave Zhao Jinzhu a grateful look, and was about to leave with the bottle of healing elixir.

As soon as he turned around, he heard Zhao Jinzhu say to Mu Wufeng again: "Miss Ding also knows about this matter." ”

Although Zhao Jinzhu didn't say what it was, Mu Wufeng naturally knew that Ding Zitong must have been mixed in with the crowd at the gate of the sect, and he also saw what he had done.

But he doesn't have time to think about these issues now, all he thinks about now is to heal Yang Jie's injuries, and human life is the most important thing.

Mu Wufeng returned to the house, wanting to help Yang Jie heal his injuries, but then he had to take off the robe that Yang Jie was wearing outside, which made Mu Wufeng a little embarrassed.

But he still gritted his teeth and gently faded the coat that Yang Jie was wearing, and the girl's snow-white and silky skin was revealed in front of Mu Wufeng's eyes.

Seeing such a scene, Mu Wufeng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, then retracted his mind and gently applied the liquid to the wound on Yang Jie's body.

Yang Jie felt the sharp pain from the wound, and couldn't help clenching her silver teeth, and many beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, dripping on Yang Jie's clothes.

Mu Wufeng whispered to Yang Jie: "It hurts a little, bear with it a little." ”

Yang Jie also nodded, and a painful expression permeated Yang Jie's pretty face.

But at the same time, the wounds on Yang Jie's body are also recovering at a speed that is visible to the naked eye...