Wind and Rain

After Gao Fang finished speaking, he seemed even more tired. He has been the hardest worker among them these days. Wuji Villa's kung fu in using poisonous drugs has reached its peak. In order to formulate antidote, Gao Fang almost never sleeps well. There was still hope and the successful preparation of the antidote to support him, but now everything he has done has come to nothing, the haggard and tiredness of the past few days flooded up in an instant, and Gao Fang staggered a step dizzy.

Xinyun supported him with deep distress, and Qinglang also stepped forward and said, "Xiao Fang is too tired, you should have a good rest first."

Gao Fang nodded, frowned and sighed: "Now I can only hope that Sikongyue will arrive sooner. If even the poison of the Shan people can't be solved, I'm afraid that the poison on Chu Daxia's body will make me even more helpless."

He said, looking at Chu Feiyang apologetically, Chu Feiyang shook his head and said, "This is not a matter for you, nor is it a one-day matter, you always have to think long-term, you don't need to force yourself."

"I already sent someone to send your letter to Sikongyue in the afternoon." Xinyun comforted deeply, "He will definitely bring people here as soon as possible."

Jun Shuying asked Xin Yunshen to bring Gao back to the room to rest first, and several people left the room together.

Chu Feiyang also wanted to discuss future matters together, but was caught by Jun Shuying. Jun Shuying said: "Qinglang and Alliance Leader Cheng are both people with ideas. You don't have to join in the fun. It's getting late, so go back and rest."

"Yeah, this sect leader and Cheng alliance leader will handle the business on their own, Brother Chu doesn't have to join in the fun." Qinglang waved his hand with a smile and repeated happily.

Cheng Xuexiang also nodded solemnly, opened and closed the folding fan in his hand, playing very casually.

Chu Feiyang reluctantly looked at the backs of Qinglang and Cheng Xuexiang as they went away.

From the backbone of the team to Chu Daxia who joins in the fun, I feel a little melancholy.

"Don't look at it." Jun Shuying raised his arms and said, "Go back with me."

Chu Feiyang took his eyes back, looked at Jun Shuying, raised his arm under the cloak rudely, and said arrogantly, "Hold on."

Jun Shuying leaned over and put his arm on his shoulder, and he was also wrapped in the large cloak.

He said bitterly, "Just do your best. When you're well, we'll settle accounts later in the fall."

Chu Feiyang tightened his arms and hugged the person in his arms. He smiled happily, and then instructed: "Hey, help me. It hurts my arm, it must be green, go back and rub it for me."

"…"

Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying returned to their residence and saw a handwritten letter left by Qilin on the table, saying that they were playing in the villa with Qingjing.

The Promise Villa has hidden dangers. Although it has now been controlled by the Qingfeng Sword Sect and the Wulin League, there are still many places that cannot be taken care of.

Both Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying were afraid that something would happen to the little guys and wanted to find them back.

This is a trivial matter, and Jun Shuying naturally wouldn't let Chu Feiyang follow him, and went out to find someone with his prosperous wealth.

Chu Feiyang knew the worries in Jun Shuying's heart, but he didn't insist. He poured tea on the small table in front of the window, sipped it slowly, and waited for someone to come back.

A very small hidden weapon suddenly flew in from the window with a slight ding sound, and a piece of paper folded into a small square was stabbed on the table by a small knife.

Chu Feiyang raised his brows, held tea in one hand, and spread out the paper with only a few lines written on it.

"If you want to save yourself and the people of the Lianshan clan, please go to the small forest in the back of the village alone. If anyone accompanies you, the antidote will be destroyed, and you will do what you say."

Chu Feiyang couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, and put the paper in front of the candle and lit it.

It seems that he is really regarded as a sick cat who is easy to bully.

Chu Feiyang wrapped his cloak tightly, estimated the time for Jun Shuying to leave, and then lifted his foot and walked out the door.

He walked unhurriedly along the way, did not use light energy, and the target was the small woods behind the villa.

The body is tortured by the poison in the daytime, and I still can't get up the energy lazily. At this time, Qinggong is naturally a big burden, and I don't need it.

As soon as he stepped into the woods, a night wind blew up, swooshing coldly into his face.

Chu Feiyang went deep into the forest step by step, walking forward without looking sideways. The branches on the tops of the surrounding trees swayed, as if someone was following in the forest, and Chu Feiyang didn't even notice it.

It wasn't until he walked deep into the woods and walked further forward that he would leave the boundary of Wuji Villa. Chu Feiyang slowly stopped and turned his head to look around.

He stood there, his face surrounded by fur showing a pale color, and there was no inner breath lingering around him, like a weak ordinary person, without a trace of threat.

In the night, someone's mouth showed a triumphant smirk, and a cold light from the blade flashed suddenly, and suddenly more than a dozen people suddenly burst out from the trees in different directions, forming a siege to Chu Feiyang in the center.

These people are all masters of the Wuji Villa. They finally escaped the joint efforts of the Qingfeng Sword Sect and the Wulin League in the chaos, escaped from the Wuji Villa, and lurked in the valley for several days, looking for opportunities to rescue the villa owner and the saint. aunt.

They have waited for many days, and finally the best time has come. Chu Feiyang was actually poisoned, and he dared to go to the appointment alone. This is a godsend opportunity.

Even against this former master who was so weak, they did not dare to slack off and underestimate the enemy. With all the strength, to deal with this man who is still dying from the poison, are you afraid that you will not be able to capture it? !

Everything is in an instant.

They are the best warriors of Wuji Mountain Villa, their skills have reached the level of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and they cooperate tacitly. They attacked the person at almost the same time, and dozens of sharp blades with cold light locked all his escape routes.

They almost got it!

The ecstasy of success has just risen from the bottom of my heart, but the weapon that is ready to go seems to have hit the copper wall of nothingness. The arm that had exercised enough internal strength was almost shattered, and the severe pain suddenly hit from the fingertips, and a huge force took the opportunity to lightly confiscated their weapons.

The man in the center didn't even move in the slightest. He still stood there weakly, like an ordinary person without any threat, and could not feel the flow of inner strength.

The weapons in mid-air spun, turned into a stream of light and fluttered, and flew out with a huge power.

Several screams sounded, blood splattered, and a dozen people fled in embarrassment.

Chu Feiyang took a step forward, waved his hand sharply, and chopped the dozen people to the ground with dozens of sharp blades, temporarily losing the ability to move.

He retracted his hand, clenched his fist to cover his mouth, and couldn't help but frowned and coughed twice.

A tree not far away swayed slightly, as if it was only slightly blown by the wind.

Chu Feiyang bent down, lightly picked up a fallen leaf, pinched it between his fingers, and feinted in that direction.

A stern sound of breaking the sky was blown away by the night wind, and the next moment there was a coquettish cry, accompanied by a huge sound of falling heavily to the ground.

Chu Feiyang raised his foot and walked in that direction, and the men in black who were seriously injured and fell to the ground avoided one after another. In their eyes, they could only see Chu Feiyang's feet stepping on the leaves, but they couldn't see the seemingly simple steps at all.

Chu Feiyang's figure seemed to be slow and fast, and in an instant, he was in front of the woman who fell to the ground and moaned.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the body that had just raised its inner strength was a little unbearable for the night cold. Chu Feiyang's complexion became even paler, and he couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly, looking down at the woman who also hated him.

Writer's Word:

Like a sickly fat sheep

The fat sheep is not arrogant, he is a babykitty

The fat sheep is angry, the consequences are serious

baa!