son, stop

thunderbolt--

Muffled thunder bursts, like the gods above Jiuxiao beating drums.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, more than a dozen young men and women, carrying bamboo baskets, were walking on the trail flooded with weeds.

Zuo Lingquan walked at the forefront with a sword in hand, cutting off dead vines and weeds along the way to clear the road, sometimes looking up at the gloomy sky.

"There are still [-] miles left, please work harder, you can rest for a night there, and continue to tell you about A Chinese Ghost Story"

"Senior Brother Zuo, don't talk about being so scary, I'm so scared that Junior Sister Zhou always wants to get into your arms."

"Hahaha"

"Oh you guys"

The straight-line distance from Xiongxiaziling to Qihuang Valley is about a hundred miles, but it takes more than 300 miles to go all the way across the mountains and crossing the river. It takes more than 200 miles to go back and forth every three days.

Although the journey is a bit long, the group of people are all practitioners, and they stop and rest along the way, but they can bear it.

Seeing that there are still more than ten miles away from Heixiazi Ridge, and when they arrive, they can rest for a night and turn back. Many disciples are relieved.

Wang Rui, who was walking beside Zuo Lingquan, even joked:

"Senior Brother Zuo, when we were picking the medicine just now, I heard my junior sisters talk privately. It seems that they are planning to sleepwalk at night and lie in your bed. You must hold on to it, and you can't let the princess down. If you can't hold it back, you just cough With one sound, I will take the juniors out to avoid them first."

The last time he was in danger in Changqing Mountain, Wang Rui almost died in Shekou.

No matter what Xihuanggu thinks about the act of taking risks and saving people, Wang Rui, as the party concerned, naturally takes this feeling in his heart; although he almost chopped off his legs with a knife, he still has lingering fears, but he is not grateful for it. Cut in half.

After that, Wang Rui had only two impressions of Zuo Lingquan, one was 'righteous' and the other was 'ruthless', and the title naturally became senior brother.

Facing Wang Rui's nonsense, Zuo Lingquan raised the corner of his mouth:

"Your words were heard by the princess. In the future, there will be more Xiaohuangmen outside the Zhengyuan Palace."

"Isn't this a private chat? In fact, in my opinion, Her Royal Highness should not be as strong as the rumors say, and she is really in love with Senior Brother Zuo."

While chatting casually, a group of people walked into a small basin with flat terrain, and Xiongxiusziling also appeared at the end of the rainforest.

The road on the mountain tour is very boring, and it may not come across anything worth talking about after going back and forth ten times.The journey was smooth and smooth, and we were about to arrive at the turning point. The dozen or so disciples relaxed their vigilance, and even went to the woods ahead of time to find dry vine branches that were not soaked by the rain, which they would use to make a fire for cooking later.

Wang Rui was more talkative. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan didn't want to talk about the relationship between his sons and daughters, he turned around and ridiculed his junior sister.

Zuo Lingquan has devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship for 14 years, and he has developed the habit of doing things without any second thoughts. Although he occasionally interjects a few gossips, his eyes are always on the shadows of the rainforest.

Most of the line of sight obscured by the dense tree canopy, the surrounding is dead silent, except for the voice of the disciples, there is only the sound of rain, as if there is no living thing in the entire dense rainforest.

Zuo Lingquan didn't notice anything at first, but as he walked, he felt something was wrong, and raised his hand:

"Silence."

The disciples often go out to patrol the mountains, and they have long developed the habit of prohibition. Men and women hold their breaths at the same time, and touch the swords they carry.

As a result, only the sound of rain remained in the entire basin.

Wang Rui held the hilt of the sword, leaned to Zuo Lingquan's side, and glanced at the surrounding dense forest:

"Brother Zuo, what's wrong?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't hear any movement, but that's why he felt weird:

"It's too quiet, there's no sound in the whole woods, it's unreasonable."

After Wang Rui's reminder, he realized that something was wrong.

Changqing Mountain is a barren mountain and wild ridge. Although vicious beasts are not common, there are snakes, insects, birds and beasts everywhere. Even if it rains, it is impossible to be so quiet that there is no sound at all.

When this happens, it is usually because there are some fierce beasts in the mountains and forests, so that the birds and beasts living here do not dare to cry.

The purpose of the mountain patrol is not only to collect natural materials and treasures, but also to hunt and drive away the beasts that ran to the periphery of Changqing Mountain.Seeing the situation, Wang Rui said:

"Do you want me to explore the way?"

Zuo Lingquan held a long sword and carefully listened to the surrounding wind and grass. After waiting for a long time, still no movement, he raised his hand and said:

"Wang Rui went with me to explore the road. Others stopped and stood guard. If there was trouble, immediately retreat."

More than a dozen young disciples, all of whom had been taught by their seniors how to deal with danger, formed a circle when they heard the words, guarding against all directions.

Zuo Lingquan took Wang Rui and walked lightly along the forest path, and took out the worry-free amulet that Jiang Yi gave him.

However, the worry-free talisman can only be stimulated by the infuriating energy of the person using the amulet, and it will surround the whole body; if it is stimulated by the white jade baht, it will only stop in place without attracting the target, so it cannot be used in advance, and can only be held in the hand. Waiting for the opportunity.

The light in the rain forest was dim, and the prosperous trees obscured most of the sight. The two of them could not walk more than ten steps before leaving the sight of many young disciples.

Wang Rui still had lingering fears about what happened last time. He walked carefully and whispered:

"Don't meet Ji Mumang again, this time there is no Uncle Wu"

"Don't plant the flag."

"Huh? Sigh, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. When we really meet again, Senior Brother Zuo can just leave."

"I'm on my own, stop talking."

"Oh."

Wang Rui smiled and said no more, holding his sword and carefully inspecting the surroundings.

The two walked cautiously forward for nearly a hundred steps, and the surroundings were still silent and there was nothing unusual.

As the saying goes, 'If something goes wrong, there must be a demon', Zuo Lingquan is cautious, and he also remembered Jiang Yi's advice.

"Don't go to Xiongxianziling, go back and report to the uncles, and let the uncles come to deal with it."

Wang Rui also found it a little strange, and nodded to this, but just as the two were about to turn back, a noise suddenly came from behind:

"There is movement in the northeast"

"It's Mo Biao, run!"

Wang Rui's face turned pale when he heard the words coming from afar.

Mo Biao is a rare spirit beast. Although 'evil beast' and 'spirit beast' are both beasts, most of the beasts refer to beasts whose bodies change after eating rare and exotic herbs. They only have hunting instinct and intelligence. Not high.

Spirit beasts are naturally rare beasts, just like the huge white crane in the Phoenix Valley, whose intelligence and growth are far beyond ordinary beasts.

Although the physical quality of spirit beasts is not necessarily better than that of fierce beasts, in terms of the degree of danger, wild spirit beasts are definitely higher than fierce beasts, because spirit beasts know how to think and analyze the situation.

"I'm sorry, get rid of the tiger and leave the mountain, go back quickly."

Wang Rui hurriedly turned around and ran to and fro, trying to help the younger brothers and sisters who were raided by the beasts.

As the leader of the mountain patrol team, Zuo Lingquan naturally returned quickly.

But just as the two of them strode and ran for more than ten steps in the rainforest, a shout suddenly came from the side:

"look here!"

The voice is older, but definitely human.

Zuo Lingquan and Wang Rui were shocked when they heard the sound, and instinctively turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

I saw more than ten steps to the left, under a towering tree, I don't know when there was a figure in a black cloak.

The figure's left hand is clasped, and the right hand is held high. In his hand is a bronze mirror with a mahogany frame.

Just as Zuo Lingquan turned his head, the bronze mirror suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

The twilight rain shrouded the dense forest, and the light in the forest was dim, and the bright white awn of the bronze mirror was like a sun suddenly appeared in the dark night, turning the trees and flowers into a blazing white color.

Although the white light disappeared in a flash, Zuo Lingquan and Wang Rui had already adapted to the dark environment after walking in the dense forest for a long time; when they were caught off guard, the blinding white light entered their eyes, and in an instant the whole world was only white.

"Hold--"

"suffered"

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There was a noise, and the dark rainforest was densely covered in an instant.

There were six people in the Hundred Sacred Valley, wearing black cloaks, standing scattered in the shadows.

Nangong Xin was holding a talisman clip, like a teacher holding a scroll in his hand. Seeing Zhao Ze driving the beast and driving away the remaining disciples in the Phoenix Valley, he asked in a puzzled way:

"Just kill them together, why spend so much time separating them?"

"I can't expose the existence of my Hundred Sacred Valley. This son is going to die at the hands of the beasts, and he will be planted on Fuya Mountain. We will have to deal with the traces of the scene later. Too many people will easily leave behind them."

Seeing this, Nangong Xin didn't say any more, and let Zhao Ze go to chase them away, while he watched the movement deep in the dense forest.

The other side.

Ancestor Qianto held the magic weapon 'Golden Light Mirror', and after blinding the eyes of the two of them, Jian Wuye, which was hidden between the tree crowns, showed his figure; although he had only refined his qi at the eighth level, the cyan sword qi was already visible on the blade.

Tu Yang holds an 'Elephant King Shield' in his left hand and a 'God Fighting Mace' in his right hand, which is also the standard configuration of the disciples of the Iron Arrow House.The tenth level of martial arts is enough to make the true energy clearly manifest, and the round shield glows with yellow light, and an elephant head is vaguely visible.

Yamazawa Yexiu may have an average cultivation level, not as good as Miao Zhenggen’s famous Daoist Immortal Master, but his experience of bullying the weak is by no means comparable to a Immortal Sect disciple who grew up under the protection of a sect.Either don't make a shot, and a shot must be a thunderous situation, where will it give the opponent a chance to backhand.

Seeing that the two were blinded by the golden mirror, Tu Yang held the elephant king shield and took the lead in striding towards Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were temporarily blinded by the flash of white light, but the moment he was hit, he knew something was wrong.

Tread-tap-

The heavy footsteps approached quickly, like a bull rushing from the side.

Zuo Lingquan listened to the sound to identify the position, determined Tu Yang's position, and without hesitation crushed the worry-free amulet that wrapped Bai Yuzhu, and threw it to the side.

As soon as the snow-white talisman was shot, it unfolded in the sky, and the broken white jade baht was absorbed in the middle of the complex incantation, and the five-color streamer merged into it, and the incantation also lit up at the same time.

Zuo Lingquan's reaction was not unpleasant, but the six people in the Hundred Sacred Valley besieged and killed, and he had long expected that Zuo Lingquan would have something to save his life.

Tu Yang didn't attack at all, but protected him with a round shield, and deliberately rushed forward with an astonishing momentum, attracting his opponent to brighten his protective equipment.

The sword above has no leaves, so he hides his voice and looks for an opportunity to kill with one hit.

Seeing Zuo Lingquan throwing the worry-free talisman to the side, Jian Wuye no longer hesitated, borrowing strength from the tree trunk, the speed skyrocketed and the sword stabbed Zuo Lingquan in the back of the head.

Tu Yang rammed directly into Wuyou Talisman, preventing Talisman from blocking the sword Wuye above by himself.

The two attacked together, and the starting hand was a sure-kill trend.

But unfortunately, the two still underestimated Zuo Lingquan's reaction speed.

The moment Zuo Lingquan threw the worry-free talisman, he heard the sound of breaking wind coming from the back and above, without thinking in his mind, his legs were already stretched, and then the whole person rose to the ground, instead of dodging, he raised his hand with a sword, He stabbed the sword Wuye that fell from above.

I am afraid that only Wu Qingwan knows how fast Zuo Lingquan's sword is.

The cultivator of the twelfth level of qi refining, when he was prepared, was caught off guard from being pierced by his clothes; the sword of the eighth level of qi refining, Wu Ye, no matter how rich his experience was, how could he be comparable to Wu Qingwan.

In particular, this sword was Zuo Lingquan's counterattack with his life hanging by a thread.

A poor beast will bite, and even a rabbit can kick a dead eagle in a desperate situation, not to mention Zuo Lingquan.

Jian Wuye attacked from above with a long sword in his hand, his body was still in the air, he felt a flower in front of him, and the young man in black who was still standing on the ground suddenly jumped upside down in front of him!

! !

Jian Wuye's eyes changed suddenly, and he saw the young man in black leaning his head back and looking at where he was; his eyes were blinded by the golden mirror and could not see, but his eyes were still locked in his position, his eyes were cold He was sharp-edged again, as if looking at a dead man.

What shocked Jian Wuye even more was that the long sword in the right hand of the black-clothed young man shot behind him, but came first.

puff--

bang——

Two voices, one big and one small, rang out at the same time in the jungle.

Tu Yang strode forward with a shield, and when he approached Zuo Lingquan's location, the white talisman suspended in mid-air exploded on its own.

A visible air wave hit the surroundings, the flowers and plants on the ground were flattened on the ground, and the raindrops that fell from the sky were pushed back into the sky.

The surrounding area centered on the Wuyou Talisman instantly turned into a vacuum, and Tu Yang, who charged forward with his shield, was also stopped by the impact.

At the same moment when the worry-free talisman exploded, the mid-air sword Wuye was poured into his chest by a sword.

The blade of the sword came out from the back, blood splashed down, and was bounced back by the air wave.

The two figures in the sky were also hit by the air waves, and they flew to various places in the jungle in an instant.

Standing on the ground, Wang Rui's eyes were blinded. Before he could figure out what happened, he was pushed out by the air wave and fell into the other side of the dense forest.

Everything, but in the blink of an eye after the white light came on.

When the raindrops fell again, Jian Wuye also fell to the ground, there was a hole in his chest, and his mouth was full of blood, and he rolled towards the ancestor Qianteng.

Before Zuo Lingquan landed, he grabbed the tree next to him with memory and pulled his body towards Wang Rui's direction.

Tu Yang didn't see what was going on, Jian Wuye almost died suddenly, he took three steps back in shock, and said anxiously:

"Be careful, this son is definitely not a good person! Start a charm."

Jian Wuye rolled to the feet of Qianto's ancestor and said:

"The sword is very fast, but there is no real qi around him. He is a secular warrior."

During the conversation, a talisman floated around the body of the six people in the Hundred Sacred Valley. The incantation was similar to the worry-free talisman, but the talisman paper was straw yellow and the texture was much worse.

Ancestor Qianto held a golden mirror in his right hand and pressed his left hand on Jian Wuye's shoulder. The blue light flowed down, and the blood spurting out of Jian Wuye's chest quickly stopped.

Seeing Zuo Lingquan fleeing, the ancestor Qianto said:

"Tu Yang quickly go and help Nangong Xin, don't be approached by this son, this seat will come later."

Tu Yang had already chased Zuo Lingquan without the command of the ancestor Qianto.

On the other side, Zuo Lingquan landed from the air. With Wang Rui's exclamation, he locked the position where Wang Rui fell, grabbed Wang Rui's shoulders, and ran wildly in the direction of the disciples of Qihuang Valley:

"Run away."

Wang Rui was dazed and dragged a few steps before he stabilized his body, got up and ran out.

Although the dazzling white light of the golden light mirror blinded the two eyes, it was not really blind after all, and the duration was very short.

Zuo Lingquan ran to the ground and took a few steps, his eyes gradually recovered, and he could see the surrounding trees and flowers, but there was still a white spot in the center of his eyes, and he could only tilt his head to look at the road.

Wang Rui was similar. He was suddenly ambushed by several people, and his face had turned pale. However, under the desperate situation, he had no intention of being afraid.

"Brother Zuo, who are these people?"

"I don't know, the cultivation base is extremely high. Be careful!"

The two ran out more than ten steps, and Zuo Lingquan found that there was another figure in front of him, showing his figure from behind the big tree.

The figure was surrounded by a talisman, and a yellow talisman was also sandwiched between the two fingers. The talisman lit up with a faint red light. With a wave of the hand, the talisman shot towards the two of them.

Zuo Lingquan knew that the fire of the Five Elements was red, but he didn't know the details of the talisman, so he didn't dare to chop it rashly. He pulled Wang Rui and flew to his side, crushing the Bai Yuzhu wrapped in the worry-free talisman again.

Talisman passed through the rain curtain at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was near the two of them.

The red light of the incantation on the talisman skyrocketed, and then billowing flames spewed out from the talisman paper, turning into a ring of fire that swept the surrounding area, and the branches, leaves and bark turned into charred black when touched.

boom--

Just as the ring of fire was about to approach behind the two, the worry-free charm exploded again, a wave of air swept away the flames, and pushed the two into the jungle.

"It's a big hand, I'd like to see how many worry-free charms you have."

Nangong Xin quickly approached with the talisman clip in his hand, and he took out another talisman while walking, but before he could take action, there was a sudden sound of "shasha" in the dense forest, and then a black shadow rushed out of the dark jungle like a raiding cheetah.

Nangong Xin's face changed suddenly!

"Death to me!"

The moment Zuo Lingquan was pushed away by the worry-free talisman, he turned over and rolled into the jungle.

Before the flame's peripheral light dissipated to block his sight, he bounced up and used the trees as a cover to run towards Nangong Xin.

Nangong Xin and Patriarch Wuyou are both wandering warlocks, different from martial arts who train their muscles, bones and skin externally, and breath-taking internally.

Although the practice method of specializing in one, is far superior to martial arts in terms of the speed of cultivation and the control of infuriating qi, it is inevitable that the physique is not as good as martial arts.

Nangong Xin and Jian Wuye are in the same eight realms, Jian Wuye can still see Zuo Lingquan's movements, but Nangong Xin only sees a shadow rushing out, and Jian Feng has come to him.

bang——

The three-footed sword was still ten feet away from Nangong Xin, and the yellow talisman surrounding him exploded on its own.

Although it is also a worry-free talisman, the worry-free talisman drawn by him is far worse than that of Fulong Mountain.

Zuo Lingquan didn't have the infuriating spirit, but his physique was far superior to that of ordinary monks. With all his strength, the sword in his hand was so fierce and fast that even the sword Wuye was caught off guard. not live.

The air wave pushed aside the rain curtain that fell from the sky, but the three-foot Qingfeng still passed through, but it only slightly hindered Zuo Lingquan's figure.

puff--

Zuo Lingquan, with the heart to kill, forcibly rushed through the air wave and stabbed the sword into the opponent's chest.

But what surprised Zuo Lingquan was that the long sword that had been with him for many years seemed to have pierced into a piece of hard solid wood, and it would be difficult to move forward any more.

But even if it didn't pierce the chest, the strength of the sword was still not small.

Nangong Xin was caught off guard, and was 'hit' by this sword and flew backwards. The tip of the sword was pulled out, bringing out a blood line, revealing the robe and brocade under the black cloak.

Zuo Lingquan finally seized the opportunity, how could he let his opponent go, and immediately raised his sword and stabbed again, but unfortunately Tu Yang, who was rushing to help, had already rushed over.

"drink--"

With a loud shout, Tu Yang jumped up from three feet away, holding an elephant king shield, like a god descending from the sky.

The magic mace is not an illegal weapon, it is just cast according to the shape of the golden mace in the hands of the disciples of the Iron Arrow Mansion, but even an ordinary iron tool, in the hands of a tenth-level monk, cannot be underestimated.

Zuo Lingquan heard the sound, but without turning his head, he raised his long sword to block.

clang--

Gold and iron clashed, and the sound shook the rainforest.

Although the long sword blocked the iron mace, the surging energy contained in the iron mace easily smashed the blade and hit Zuo Lingquan's chest almost without stagnation.

However, the last time Zuo Lingquan took Jiang Yi's sword, he knew how terrifying the cultivator with true energy was, and he never thought of taking it hard from the beginning.

At the moment when the two blades met, Zuo Lingquan leaned back to the ground, and at the same time unloaded his force with skill, his legs slammed on the ground, sliding his body to the back, and dodged it dangerously.

Tu Yang smashed his mace on the ground, and took advantage of the situation to push the elephant Wangdun forward and dash forward, not giving Zuo Lingquan a chance to threaten Nangong Xin.

Nangong Xin, who fell to the ground, saw that Tu Yang came over and was relieved. He stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then he took out another talisman.

"Senior brother, run!"

Wang Rui was only at the third level of Qi Refining. He had just climbed up from the place where the fire ring was raging, and when he saw this, he called out in a hurry.

Zuo Lingquan could see that these inexplicable enemies had a high level of cultivation, and he couldn't deal with it alone. He immediately kicked the round shield that was pressing over, pushed himself towards Wang Rui, and stood up halfway.

At the same time, the talisman in Nangong Xin's hand shot again.

Zuo Lingquan noticed something was wrong, so he could only quickly hide behind a big tree that hugged each other.

bang——

The ring of fire exploded again, and fiery flames swept the surrounding area.

Zuo Lingquan was clinging to the tree trunk, even though he didn't directly touch the flame, the scorching temperature still bent his hair, he covered his cheeks with his sleeve robe, the sleeve robe turned scorched yellow, and his exposed hands were instantly burnt.

"Be careful with your feet!"

Before the ring of fire disappeared, Wang Rui's urgent cry came again.

In fact, there is no need to remind, Zuo Lingquan has noticed it - he originally had his feet rooted in the ground, but suddenly his feet softened, as if he had fallen into a muddy swamp, sinking more than three inches in an instant.

Zuo Lingquan was slightly startled, and when he swept away, he found that there was a figure behind the big tree next to him. He held a black ruler and inserted it into the ground.

a short distance from each other.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes froze, his five fingers clasped directly into the tree trunk, and he pulled himself out by force, trying to lift the sword to kill the monk who was doing it next to him.

But at this moment, the tree trunk that was clinging to it exploded with a bang, and the Elephant King Shield shining white light appeared in front of him.

"Breaking the military!"

Tu Yang shouted violently, his muscles were towering, he pushed the round shield like a bull, and slammed into the tree trunk.

bang——

This blow was so powerful that it smashed the thick tree trunk directly into the middle.

Zuo Lingquan was caught off guard and was hit on the back by the broken wood and the round shield, feeling as if he had been hit directly by a battering ram.

Zuo Lingquan groaned, his face flushed instantly.

The robes on the back were smashed to pieces by the energy, and the body was knocked forward and flew forward, turning into a cannonball that came out of the chamber, and flew out nearly ten feet in an instant, and broke a tree trunk with a thick bowl before falling on the ground. on the ground.

"Brother Zuo!"

Seeing that Zuo Lingquan suffered such a heavy blow, Wang Rui's face changed suddenly, and he took his sword and strode over to help.

Zuo Lingquan had suffered this kind of loss for the first time since he was a child. His throat was filled with gorilla sweetness, and his back was almost unconscious. Knowing that he couldn't deal with it, he gritted his teeth and propped himself up with a sword, and ran towards the depths of the jungle.

After Tu Yue hit with all his strength, he didn't catch up immediately. He raised his eyes to Zuo Lingquan who was running away, his eyes were full of surprise:

"Can you still get up?"

In Nangong Xin's eyes, there was also consternation - Tu Yang's 'breaking the army' is one of the housekeeping skills of the disciples of the Iron Arrow Mansion. Even an opponent who is in the same realm will lose half his life if he hits the front; It was a little staggering, but not slow at all.

"The physique of a mortal cannot be so tyrannical. Even a martial cultivator at the twelfth level of qi refining has only such a physique. If there is true qi around him, the sword Tu Yang just now will have to die."

Old Ancestor Qianto is not far from here. After protecting Jian Wuye’s heart, he quickly stepped forward and said:

"This child should have a special way of cultivation, and he may have a great chance."

Jian Wuye was pierced by a sword in his chest. Although Patriarch Qianto treated him, the injury was still not serious.His face turned pale, and he asked:

"What should I do? If there is an expert behind you, you will stab the big basket, and will you chase it or not?"

Ancestor Qianto is the oldest and the most experienced among the crowd. He took the golden mirror and walked into the depths of the jungle, and only said one sentence:

"Do you think that if you let him go today, he will be able to spare us in the future?"

The rest of the people looked at each other and understood.

Ye Xiu is rootless duckweed and has no support. If he doesn't want to make a move, he has to laugh at others and make compromises with his tail between his legs.

Otherwise, the mountain village boy who you slapped casually on the side of the road may come with his sword in a hundred years, so that you can understand what is meant by 'a gentleman's revenge, a hundred years is never too late'.

Tu Yang raised the elephant king shield, chased in the direction Zuo Lingquan fled, and said:

"Be behind me, don't let this kid take advantage of it to steal people."

Nangong Xin looked at the wound on his chest and waved his hand:

"Jian Wuye, you called Zhao Ze back, this son fled to the depths of Changqing Mountain and couldn't run very far."

After finishing speaking, the four of them entered the dense forest one after another, and chased towards the depths of Evergreen Mountain.