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This is a large stockade surrounded by high walls.

Inside the high wall, there are mountains, trees, and fields!

Immediately afterwards, houses and buildings appeared, and more and more people were seen, including guards in armor, civilians in ordinary clothes, men, women, old and young, everything.

Seeing all this, Feng Wuhen and the others were shocked again, they never expected that this deserted island actually had a cave, and such a group of people really lived there.

When dozens of guards escorted Feng Wuhen and others into the stockade, all the people around cast surprised eyes and their faces were full of curiosity.

After a long time, Feng Wuhen and others were brought to a tall building deep in the village and stopped.

"what happened?!"

A middle-aged man also wearing armor quickly walked out of the tall building, glanced at Feng Wuhen and the others, and asked loudly.

The leading guard who captured Feng Wuhen and others slowly walked out of the crowd, saluted the middle-aged man respectfully, and pointed to Feng Wuhen and others behind him.

"General Qi, when I was hunting, I heard movement from the west bank, so I went to check, and found that someone had landed on the island, so I brought them here to wait for the saint."

The leading guard said respectfully.

After hearing the man's answer, the middle-aged man frowned, hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked quickly into the tall building.

Feng Wuhen put his hands behind his back, recalling the conversation between the two just now, looking at everything around him, the surprise in his heart was beyond words.

He didn't expect that there are actually people living in this kind of place. It seems that the people here have been isolated from the world for a long time. Both the buildings and the clothes they wear look very old.

Saintess?

He didn't know what this saint represented, but it seemed that she should be the most noble person here.

Is it alien?

Feng Wuhen shook his head, but still couldn't figure it out for a moment.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in armor went back and forth, and came before everyone.

"Who is the leader?"

The middle-aged man glanced around and asked in a deep voice.

Feng Wuhen didn't speak, and slowly took a step forward.

"you are?"

The middle-aged man took a look at Feng Wuhen and asked in a deep voice.

Feng Wuhen nodded, a kind smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"follow me!"

The middle-aged man said something, turned around and walked towards the tall building.

Without hesitation, Feng Wuhen followed the middle-aged man and walked inside.

"Pavilion Lord!"

Lan Xinyu yelled worriedly, and just as she was about to make a move, she saw those guards raised their weapons again and blocked her way.

"It's okay, wait for me here."

Feng Wuhen turned around and shook his head at Lan Xinyu, and walked slowly into the tall building.

The high-rise building is somewhat crude, but it is very large, and all the furnishings show a clear difference in status.

On a five-step wooden platform in the depths of the tall building, there was a couch on which sat a woman in Tsing Yi with a veil on her face.

Judging from the clothes on his body and the decoration on his head, it seems that he is indeed the most honorable person here.

She is the master here, that is, the saint.

Feng Wuhen looked at the woman with a faint smile on his lips.

And the woman is also looking at Feng Wuhen, with a hint of curiosity that cannot be concealed between her eyebrows...

2Chapter 17 Letting the Sword

Desert island hinterland.

Inside a tall building.

"Where are you from? Who are you?"

The saint stared straight into Feng Wuhen's eyes and asked slowly.

"We just passed by here, because we encountered a tsunami on the way, the boat we were on was destroyed, and we found this island by accident, so we had to go to the island to take refuge temporarily."

Feng Wuhen looked at the saint, said lightly, and did not hide anything.

"Have you encountered a tsunami? Survived the tsunami alive?"

When the saint heard this, she couldn't help asking in surprise.

"It's just luck."

Feng Wuhen said with a smile.

"Where did you plan to go? Dongying Country?"

The saint hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask.

Hearing what the saint said, Feng Wuhen couldn't help being a little surprised.

From the looks of it, although this place is outside the world, the people who live here are not ignorant of things outside the island.

"Yes."

Feng Wuhen nodded without hiding anything.

"Outsiders are not welcome on the island. You must leave here tomorrow morning. Tonight I will ask someone to find a place for you outside the stockade. You are not allowed to step into the stockade again, or you will bear the consequences."

The saint stared at Feng Wuhen for a long time, and finally spoke again.

"Thank you."

"However, I still have one thing to ask, and I hope the saint will fulfill it."

Feng Wuhen clasped his fists together and continued.

"what's up?"

The saint frowned and asked cautiously.

"The ship we were on was destroyed by the tsunami. I wonder if the saint can tell me if there is any other way to leave the island and go to Dongying Kingdom?"

Feng Wuhen asked sincerely.

The saint thought for a while, then shook her head hesitantly.

"No."

"If not, I'm afraid those of us won't be able to leave tomorrow morning, and we won't be able to swim to Dongying Country, right?"

"But the saint can rest assured, if you can tell me how to leave, you can ask for any conditions, and I can satisfy you."

Feng Wuhen looked at the saint and said seriously.

This is the ultimate purpose of his coming here, otherwise those soldiers would not be able to take him here so easily.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, the saint's expression became solemn, and she was obviously weighing the pros and cons in her heart.

From the look of the saint, Feng Wuhen already understood that there is definitely a way to leave here, the key is whether the other party is willing to tell.

"Any conditions?"

After a long time, the saint finally spoke.

"Any conditions are fine."

Feng Wuhen nodded and said affirmatively.

"I want your sword!"

While speaking, the saint pointed to the Yitian sword that Feng Wuhen carried behind her back, her eyes were firm.

"it is good."

Feng Wuhen agreed directly without any hesitation, and even the saint who heard his answer couldn't help being stunned.

How could a swordsman hand over the sword in his hand so easily?

"What? What else does the saint want?"

Looking at the saint who was sitting on the couch in a daze, Feng Wuhen asked with a smile.

"Early tomorrow morning, I will let someone tell you how to leave."

The saint came back to her senses and said indifferently.

"it is good."

Feng Wuhen agreed, turned around and walked out, while taking off the Yitian sword on his back, without even looking at it, he just threw it at the saint who was sitting behind him with a wave of his hand!

The middle-aged man in armor who had been waiting by the side didn't care about intercepting Feng Wuhen, and rushed straight to the saint, his face changed drastically!

Seeing this scene, the saint was taken aback, but it was too late to dodge, her face paled almost instantly!

Immediately afterwards, I saw the Yitian sword flashing past the saint's ear, and with a soft sound, it was inserted into the ground behind the seat, leaving only half of the hilt exposed!

The middle-aged man looked at the Yitian sword that was directly inserted into the ground, and his face was even uglier than before.

Although this high-rise building is made of wood, its foundation is the hardest black rock on the island. It is extremely hard, but it was easily pierced at this time!

The saint turned her head and took a look, her back was covered in cold sweat, a trace of shame and anger rose from the bottom of her heart, she turned and looked at Feng Wuhen again, but found that Feng Wuhen had already walked out of the tall building without a trace.

The middle-aged man realized that Feng Wuhen was not easy, and wanted to chase him out, but was stopped directly by the saint.

"Saint, this person's background is not simple!"

The middle-aged man looked at the saint with a stern expression and said, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"I know."

The saint nodded, looking at the empty doorway of the high-rise building, her brows were slightly frowned.

...

Outside the tall building.

Lan Xinyu and the others are waiting anxiously.

Feng Wuhen has been in for a long time, but he hasn't come out yet. The longer the time, the more vigilant the people are, and they all keep looking at the door of the tall building.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came, and Feng Wuhen walked out of the tall building slowly, everyone's eyes lit up, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, are you alright?"

Lan Xinyu was the first to go up to meet him quickly, and asked with concern.

Feng Wuhen smiled and shook his head.

"Pavilion Master, where is your sword?!"

Immediately afterwards, Lan Xinyu found that the Yitian sword on Feng Wuhen's back was no longer there, and asked in surprise.

"Give it to the saint, and exchange it for a way to leave this island."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

After hearing his answer, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, they didn't expect Feng Wuhen to pay such a high price.

"I'll go and help the Pavilion Master get it back!"

Lan Jianhan said something loudly with a cold face, and walked towards the tall building.

"stop!"

Feng Wuhen hastily stopped in a low voice.

"Don't worry, no one can take my sword away!"

Feng Wuhen smiled meaningfully, and said lightly.

Lan Jian stood aside, frowning slightly, as if he didn't understand, but he knew that the pavilion master was obviously controlled by others just now, and the resentment in his heart was still hard to let go.

At this time, Lan Xinyu shook his head at Lan Jian as a signal, and Lan Jian slowly backed away.

Lan Xinyu had already heard something from Feng Wuhen's words just now.