Early the next morning, the six people who had made the agreement were already waiting in the courtyard almost when the sun had just risen, ready to go to the Phoenix Gathering.

Zhang Lingdao, Wang Wei, Dugu Ruoxu, Mo Yanxin, Gu Wu and A Nuan, after everything was ready, they all gathered at the gate of the courtyard, and at this time, Zhang Lingdao noticed the name of this small courtyard.

"Bitian Lake? It's a funny name! He smiled and led the turbulent horse under him, and after the gray boy came to Hangzhou, he didn't know why he seemed very excited.

Could it be that it's close to March, and it's time for horses to have (anti-harmony) love again? Zhang Lingdao suddenly felt that he needed to find a good horse, preferably a mare, so as to prevent this from happening.

But these things are not the point now, he looked at the five people around him, I have to say that the education of the eight desolations and factions is very good, and the vision is also very unique, even if they are sitting on a horse, everyone present has different styles, which attracts the pedestrians around to look sideways.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder if we can go?" Six people stood on the streets of Hangzhou, six different horses snorting at each other on the stone roads of Hangzhou.

"No problem." This is the ink inkstone.

"Yes." It's a lonely one.

"Listen to the young man's orders." This is Gu Wu.

"Humph! Absolutely! "This is the tsundere Nuan.

"It's ready to go." This is Wang Wei.

Zhang Lingdao raised his horsewhip, "That's right, how about we step on the spring light of March in Hangzhou and go to compete with the newly born Blue Dragon Society?" ”

In response to him, there were five loud neighings, and the five horses around him were stepping at almost the same time, and a unique charm sounded in the entire city of Hangzhou.

And those who were watching them from the side, just blinked, and found that there was no trace of them around, and all that was left was the wisps of dust reflected in the sun!

The six people are non-stop, and in the city of Hangzhou, they also need to worry about hitting pedestrians, so the speed is relatively slow. Once out of Hangzhou City, everyone was like a rabbit with legs, and immediately dispersed into the dense forest and disappeared.

Soon after they entered the dense forest, several figures emerged from the air, along with the sound of their discussions.

"These little bunnies are running very fast, why are they gone in the blink of an eye?" It was the guy who had completely buried his face in the shadows, his entire face covered with a black cloth, and except for two holes in one eye, the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a rag pocket.

Beside him, a yellow-faced man spoke, his face was sallow, and at first glance it was not a real face, but a shoddy human skin mask, "Who said it wasn't?" It is said that the martial arts of the disciples of the Eight Desolations shocked the world, whether the martial arts were strong or not, I don't know, but this kung fu that ran away shocked the world, I admire it! ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, this kind of running kung fu is better left to you!" A clear voice sounded from behind them, and the two of them suddenly felt bad and wanted to turn back immediately.

"Peng!" It's a pity that before the two of them could turn around, they felt a blow to the back of the head, and the last memory was that of a smiling young man looking at them.

"Senior Brother Wang, you said that if we do such a thing, we won't be criticized by others, right?" Mo Yan looked around with a little weakness, the first time he went out of the mountain, he didn't expect that the first task was to beat the two Jianghu people, and his head hadn't turned around for a while.

Wang Wei's face was calm, his face was as calm as a lake, and he couldn't see a trace of expression, "Don't say much!" What we are doing is just for the sake of big things! It's other people who know about our behavior, what can they do? We are disciples of the Eight Desolations, not a bunch of pedantic old Confucians! ”

"It seems to make sense, no wonder Senior Brother Zhang asked us to do whatever it takes to achieve our goals, as long as it doesn't exceed the bottom line set by the sect, it doesn't seem to be a big deal." Mo Yanxin muttered to himself.

Although the two were chatting, the work under their hands did not stop at all, Mo Yanxin was very quick with his hands and feet, and quickly took off the clothes of the two.

"Senior Brother Wang, this man in black has a similar figure to you, why don't you play this man in black?" Mo Yanxin raised the black clothes in his hand that were extremely similar to the broken sacks, and no one could tell who was inside the clothes except for the two holes in his eyes.

Wang Wei was still expressionless, but he still took this set of clothes, and he was used to this kind of expression, he hadn't seen the person in front of him anyway, showing other looks, so it was actually good to look at it sticking up.

And Mo Yanxin himself put on the clothes of a yellow-faced man, tore off the human skin mask from his face, and glued it on.

Not to mention, Zhang Lingdao's kung fu is first-class, these two guys hiding in the shadows are really not much different from Wang Wei and Mo Yanxin's figures, as long as the two don't say the wrong thing, basically no one can tell the difference.

"Who's to say it isn't? The reputation of the disciples of the Eight Desolations is shocking to the world, but I am not convinced! Hearing this rough voice, Wang Wei, who was wearing a black robe, couldn't help but be stunned and turned his head away.

I saw that Mo Yanxin was suppressing his throat, learning to speak from the yellow-faced man before, not to mention, if you remove his young face, you really can't tell the difference from the person who spoke before.

Unless someone who is usually familiar with the yellow-faced man before comes to identify him, otherwise who would believe that this identical-looking guy has been transferred?

The corners of Wang Wei's mouth showed a wry smile, he was also amused by this young man's performance, but it seemed to work well, he was thinking, should he come like this himself.

Unlike Mo Yanxin, who only thinks about it from a fun aspect, Wang Wei thinks more about the feasibility of things, his temperament tends to be practical, a bit similar to Yu Qing (Taibai Tibetan Sword Master), if he can do what needs to be done, he will do it.

The two hid the unconscious guys on the ground in the woods on the side, and in order to prevent them from being robbed by bandits, they also put them on the top of the tree, but I don't know, once the two wake up from the coma and see that they are tied to the tree, what will they think?

"Senior brother, what should the people we two go to see say? You can't say anything you haven't heard, let's go to the Phoenix Gathering together, right? Mo Yanxin had just walked for a while, and he couldn't help but get up.

Wang Wei is not annoyed, anyway, the two of them have nothing to do now, and it is good to chat for a while, "Listen to what Senior Brother Zhang said, the two of us told the truth about the matter in the past, and then we can act when we have the opportunity!" If we just passed, we would have to change their routes, and I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to hide for long. ”

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