Sheng Tang is Hong Hui's third disciple.

Sheng Tang's whereabouts are very mysterious, when he appeared, it was like a gust of wind, a fog, a cloud, and no one knew when he would come to you.

And when you find out about his whereabouts, he has already taken action to restrain your acupoints.

Although Sheng Tang is a proud disciple of Hongmen Lightning Knife Hong Hui, as we all know, he doesn't use a knife, and no one has ever seen him use any weapons.

When he fights people, he seems to be able to pick up anything as a weapon.

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, shook Zhu Ji's hand and said slowly: Senior brother, Jing Zhaomei is back, Jing Zhaomei is back again.

Then, he nodded at Wei Shan and Sheng Tang, and said, "Second senior brother, third senior brother."

Wei Shan Dao: Fourth, where have you been in the past few years, why haven't you had any news.

Sheng Tang didn't say anything, as if he had some objections to Jing Zhaomei's return, just touched Guangguang's chin and stared at Jing Zhaomei coldly.

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, looked at their outfits, as if she was a little puzzled, looked at Zhu Ji, and said, "Senior brother, what are you doing......

Zhu Ji seemed to suddenly remember what to say, walked straight to Hong Hui, hugged his fists and said: Master, our three brothers have looked around Hongmen in the past few days, and we have not found any strangers at all, let alone the shadow of the immortal phoenix, but the disciple found it in the Jianghu Inn under the mountain......

With that, he pulled out a piece of paper from his bosom.

After opening it, the content on it is exactly the same as the one that Jing Zhaomei brought just now.

Hong Hui took the piece of paper, threw it on the ground casually, smiled slightly, and then took a sip of the bowl of tea that was already cold.

Wei Shan Dao: Master, this ......

Hong Hui stood up, yawned, and said slowly: Okay, you guys who have been working hard for the past few days must be very tired, so hurry up and go down to rest.

Zhu Ji said: Master......

Hong Hui waved his hand at him, as if he was a little impatient, and said: Okay, okay, now, the night is late, and I am a little tired as a teacher.

As he spoke, with his hands on his shoulders, Shi Shiran walked into the back hall.

Silence suddenly returned to the hall, save for the sound of wind and rain in the courtyard.

Seeing Hong Hui's shadow slowly disappearing into the hall, Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, suddenly put away the smile on her face, glanced at Zhu Ji, Wei Shan and Sheng Tang, and then her eyes fell on Zhu Ji's body, and said slowly: Senior brother, has the person from the immortal phoenix already come?

Zhu Ji nodded and said, "Not bad."

Wei Shan's fist clenched with a rattling sound, and said in a deep voice: Hmph, it's just in time, we just want to kill him completely in one go.

As he spoke, he was about to go out.

However, before he could take a step, he saw the figure of Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, flashed, and blocked in front of him, saying: Wait a minute.

Wei Shan looked at him and said, "What's the matter?"

Jing Zhaomei said: Second Senior Brother, I haven't seen you for a few years, you are still so reckless, do you think that with your current martial arts, you can stop the sound of the immortal phoenix?

Wei Shan was furious and said: Fourth, what do you mean by this?

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, suddenly stroked the fingers on the guqin, and made a low sound of ding ding dong, and said:

Second Senior Brother, if you are still so reckless, it is useless, you will only let the immortal phoenix have one more wandering soul under the sound of the flute.

When it comes to dealing with an enemy like the Immortal Phoenix, brute force alone won't work, not only will it not work, but sometimes it will even be self-defeating.

Sheng Tang didn't speak, just looked at Jing Zhaomei, who was like the head of the house, and sneered.

Zhu Ji blocked the middle of Jing Zhaomei and Wei Shan to prevent the two of them from arguing again, and then, turning around, looking at Jing Zhaomei and saying: So, fourth, what good can you do?

Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, put her hands behind her back, looked at the rain in the yard that was getting heavier and heavier, her voice was low and cruel, and said:

To put it simply, to deal with the enemy, you must use unscrupulous means, and you must also be completely ruthless and leave no room for him, so that he has no chance to shoot at all. Now, let me Jing Zhaomei deal with that immortal phoenix,

Wei Shan Dao: Fourth, you are too arrogant, are you talking to your senior brother, even if the master is not here, you will never be able to give orders.

In terms of age, according to generation, it will not be your turn, if you dare to be so arrogant again, let me teach you a lesson, a stinky boy who doesn't know the height of the sky.

Zhu Ji immediately stopped him, didn't speak, just looked at Wei Shan, showing a hint of impulsiveness.

With nowhere to vent his anger, Wei Shan turned around abruptly and slammed his clenched fist on the chair in anger, smashing the chair to pieces.

Sheng Tang still didn't say a word, watching coldly.

Jing Zhaomei completely ignored the different looks that burst out of the eyes of the three senior brothers, walked straight to the door, and picked up the oil-paper umbrella that was placed behind the door when he came in.

But he threw the oil-paper umbrella there casually, walked out of the hall, and walked into the overwhelming night rain.

However, what is surprising is that walking in the rain, although he did not have an umbrella or a rainproof tool, but the heavy rain that fell from the sky seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and it was scattered before it could be poured on Jing Zhaomei's body.

Around Jing Zhaomei's body, it was as if it was covered by an invisible cover.

It must have been an enchantment that he had condensed with his true power to protect himself.

Jing Zhaomei walked out of the courtyard, out of the cave gate, out of the Hongmen, and walked deeper into the distance.

The location of Hongmen is at the top of the mountain called Yufeng.

Out of Hongmen, there is a dense forest.

At this moment, although it is already the season of late autumn, the trees in this forest show no signs of withering, and they are all flourishing, just like the peak of the summer season.

Whether it is trees, shrubs, or vines, they still burst with vitality, as if the heavy rain that fell from the sky brought not merciless destruction, but new vitality.

However, when you actually step into this forest with abnormal vitality, you will feel an aura of evil that is hidden, as if it is attached to an elf from hell, from some unknown space.

This forest is known as the Forest of Death.

In the past twenty years since the rise of Hongmen, in the face of various forces and various sects competing to rise, it has stood strong, in addition to the strength of the lightning knife Honghui, I am afraid that it is the natural barrier of this death forest.

It has made indelible contributions to the Hongmen in troubled times, where rivers and lakes are full of disputes.

At this moment, when Jing Zhaomei, who was as beautiful as a big girl, walked slowly in this leafy forest of death, there was a sudden sense of satisfaction in my heart, as if a child who was often criticized and considered hopeless had suddenly been praised by a teacher.