Mo Zhi looked at the gate of the Fengjian Hall in vain, and his right hand pressed his left hand, which was trembling slightly. This is his second time here since he came here in the middle of last year. But without ****'s instructions, he couldn't go in, and Jian Ling couldn't resonate with Tian'a Sword again, so he could only shake his hand outside.

But one day, he will definitely really have the Tian'a Sword, and this day, it should be soon, he feels.

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Mu Yingfeng walked slowly in the peach forest alone with a cane on a branch. As the current mountain chief of Tianjian Mountain, when the sword sacrifice ceremony was about to open, he was extremely leisurely, and it seemed that the excitement in Tianjian Mountain had nothing to do with him. Especially when he got rid of the annoying little junior sister, he was even happier.

And now, he is going to his secret base.

A few miles north from the forbidden land, there is the edge of the peach forest of Tingyue Xiaozhu. Mu Yingfeng skillfully found a big tree, the trunk was very thick, and it required three or five adults to surround it. But this is a peach tree, and the peach tree can grow like this, at least for thousands of years.

"Old man, I'm here again, the good stuff is still there, right?" Mu Yingfeng patted the trunk of the tree, and then gently touched the ground with a dead branch cane, and the land automatically fell, revealing a pit with a small jar of wine buried in the pit.

When it is still opened, you can already smell the faint aroma of wine. This is the legendary mountain chief of Tianjian Mountain for many years, it was brewed by Mu Yingfeng himself, named "Drunk Ruohua", this batch has been buried here for two hundred years, and he is usually reluctant to drink it.

Mu Yingfeng leaned on crutches, slowly knelt on the ground with some difficulty, and then leaned his cane on the trunk of the tree, so he lay on the ground without image and went up to dig out the wine jar in the pit. When the wine jar was taken out, he was also dyed with ash, but he didn't mind at all, and took a big sip when he opened the wine seal.

However, his originally joyful face instantly frowned: "The taste is wrong?" ”

Mu Yingfeng immediately slapped his hand on the ground, and suddenly several jars of wine jumped out of the ground, he caught them one by one, and quickly tore open the wine seal. This time he didn't drink it directly, but sniffed it carefully, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

At this moment, the copper sheet on the treetops shook rapidly, and the entire peach forest sounded a "jingling" sound, which was urgent.

At this moment, thick black smoke erupted from all directions, polluting a large peach forest in an instant, and the flowers on the branches withered and fell.

Mu Yingfeng immediately grabbed his withered cane, but he suddenly felt dizzy, and he couldn't exert his strength. He immediately understood that he had been poisoned, not by the poison of the mist, but by the wine.

It was a murder that had been planned for a long time.

More than a dozen black shadows sprang out of the black mist, with a manic sense of oppression. Such a sense of oppression made Mu Yingfeng, who was a chaos mirror, feel oppression. But this can't be sent by someone from the Hongmeng realm, if the enemy is from the Hongmeng realm, there is no need to throw so many tricks to kill him a person who has fallen to the middle stage of the Chaos Mirror.

So, it's the Hongtian Sect.

"I've been waiting for so many years, and I really have to wait for someone else to come and ask for my life." Mu Yingfeng smiled softly, held the dead branch in his hand, leaned his back against the big tree, and greeted this group of black shadows so calmly, but the dead branch in his hand glowed with cyan light.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Yan-none-end!" An even more powerful chill gathered from all directions.

"Xiaoyin ......" Mu Yingfeng looked up with some difficulty, and saw more than a dozen ice swords flying from a distance, tearing this piece of black fog and black shadow to pieces in an instant.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Several black shadows that had not yet been torn apart fell out of the black mist, they struggled a few times, but they did not intend to break through desperately, their throats rolled, as if they had swallowed something, and then the whole person convulsed a few times, and quickly turned into a pool of sticky black blood.

The cyan light on Mu Yingfeng's withered cane dimmed, but Mu Yingfeng's face did not improve, and black silk nets appeared on the surface of his skin, spreading all the way from the part of his body covered by clothes down his neck to his cheeks.

He Yin appeared at an extremely fast speed, waving her hand to disperse the remaining black mist and black blood in the vicinity, and then she quickly took out a few silver needles and pierced several acupoints on Mu Yingfeng's head. The black network cables that were about to cover half of Mu Yingfeng's face quickly faded back at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Thank me, dear brother." He Yin smiled and pulled off the silver needles one by one, "You're almost going to let yourself go like a senior sister." ”

Mu Yingfeng frowned slightly, it seemed that Heyin's needle extraction was more painful than his previous poisoning, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do you want me to make a promise?" ”

"Forget it, you better leave it to Senior Sister." He Yin helped Mu Yingfeng up from the ground and beckoned him for his white horse, and then he threw Mu Yingfeng on the back of the white horse very rudely.

"You don't have to be like this if you dislike it......" Mu Yingfeng lay on the horse's back helplessly.

He Yin patted Mu Yingfeng's head with Mu Yingfeng's withered cane, and said lazily: "Decadence must have the appearance of decadence." ”

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When Mo Zhiyu returned to Tingyue Xiaozhu, he immediately noticed that something was wrong, and he immediately ran to the shameless house, and saw that the house here was locked by someone with a formation. If it was Wuyan before, even if it was just a Phantom Yuan Realm, he could completely rudely destroy this formation, but the current Wuyan is no different from a weak chicken!

Mo Zhiyu destroyed the formation with a single sword, raised his leg and kicked open the door here, only to see Wuyan sitting in the room without incident, and leisurely reading a book.

Mo Zhiyu's tension just now was all gone, and he was a little disappointed, so he said sullenly: "Senior brother, are you okay?" ”

Faceless nodded expressionlessly, and then said, "I thought something was wrong when I noticed something strange before, but the other party just trapped me and didn't do anything superfluous. ”

"Then why are you trapped?" Mo Zhiyu thought for a while, "Could it be that our master is bored enough to do pranks, right?" ”

"Master is a military cultivator, and he doesn't know this kind of formation...... "Wuyan said, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Oh no, their target may be Master!" ”

After Wuyan said this, Mo Zhiyu also remembered that Tingyue Xiaozhu has always been not the only waste material of Wuyan!

Then Mo Zhiyu immediately summoned the meow ball out to guard the faceless, and he ran to the forbidden land. But he didn't run far before he noticed a movement on Tingyue Xiaozhu's side, and a large group of disciples from the War Department, the Privy Council, and the Criminal Department rushed over.

"Since you're not injured and you haven't seen anyone, that's weird." It was Wupo who was always beside him who spoke. - Next chapter, "Detention"

(End of chapter)