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Mo He raised his chin slightly and said to Dugu Cheng: "It's none of your business!"

Throwing these three words at him, Mo He strode to Gu Yifeng, held his shoulders with both hands, and said in his own voice: "Little Yifeng, didn't I tell you not to come? Why didn't you listen to me? Why did I run all the way to this unfamiliar place? It's because I don't want you to take risks. You, on the other hand, disobeyed the master's order, and you deserve to be beaten."

Gu Yifeng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

With a master like this, what more could I ask for?

He lowered his voice and said, "Master, I sent you a message saying that Uncle Dugu would come. Didn't you receive it?"

Mo He glanced at Dugu Cheng from the corner of his eye and said nonchalantly, "Got it, would I be afraid of him?"

"Tear off the mask. Uncle Dugu is here. There is no need to pretend anymore."

“No. The ultraviolet rays in Myanmar are strong, so wear a mask to protect yourself from the sun.”

Gu Yifeng couldn't help laughing.

Master is probably the one who loves beauty the most among all martial artists.

Obviously, coming to Myanmar to attack drug lords is a very tragic and dangerous thing, but in the eyes of the master, it seems like a trip to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

This may be the feeling of relaxation brought about by not working for many years.

As they were talking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

It's Dugu City.

He reached out and tore off the mask on Mo He's face.

Mo He moved to another place instantly.

Dugu Cheng stepped forward and chased after him.

Mo He leaped and flew to the second floor.

Dugu Cheng then lightly stepped on the floor with his feet, jumped up, and went up to the second floor.

Mo He pushed the window open and flew out.

Solitude is in hot pursuit.

The two men were tall but light as feathers, flying in the air, shuttling between the tall branches, chasing each other with their clothes fluttering, just like the fighting scenes in ancient costume TV dramas.

Everyone followed out curiously and looked up.

Gu Yifeng and Qing Hui also chased out, not out of curiosity, but because they were afraid that their respective masters would get hurt.

The two had been accustomed to their master flying around since they were young, and were no longer surprised.

The others were stunned!

This painting is so fantastic.

Where have you seen it in real life?

Everyone rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

But no matter how hard you try, the two people flying in the sky are real.

Admiral Wu Rong tilted his head and asked Gu Yifeng: "Master Yifeng, is this the Qinggong of your country?"

Gu Yifeng nodded slightly, "Yes, it's Qinggong."

Admiral Wu Rong was amazed. "I thought the movies and TV shows were exaggerated, but now I know that we are just too ignorant. Qinggong should be difficult to practice, right?"

Gu Yifeng said, "It is very difficult to practice. The dodging, floating on water, and walking on snow without leaving a trace in movies and TV dramas are all Qinggong. One needs to practice from a young age, and train tediously and hard for decades. One must also be gifted, have a unique character, be single-minded and persistent, and have a famous teacher to teach. The two flying in the sky have only practiced martial arts their entire lives, and they have both reached the realm of 'martial arts fanatics' and 'martial arts saints', a realm that ordinary people cannot reach."

Admiral Wu Rong thought to himself that this was indeed a magical country with a five thousand year old civilization.

There are all kinds of gods and men.

Dugu Cheng and Mo He were in the sky, flying and chasing each other, equally matched.

It is difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

They all came to help, so it was not easy for Gu Yifeng to go over and break up the fight.

Pulling this one offends that one, pulling that one offends this one.

Both of them are arrogant and not easy to talk to.

Gu Yifeng looked towards Qing Hui, only to see Qing Hui standing aside, squinting his eyes, looking up at the sky, with his fists slightly clenched.

Gu Yifeng walked up to him and explained for Mo He: "My master just doesn't want to fight with his true face, he didn't mean to tease you."

Qing Hui's face turned pale, his expression tense, and he didn't respond.

Gu Yifeng added: "My master has no bad intentions, he just wanted to play around for a while, don't take it to heart."

Qing Hui remained silent.

Gu Yifeng thought to himself, it’s over, the feud has been created.

People with Qing Hui's personality are the most vengeful.

Just as I was thinking about it, a bell rang from mid-air.

It's Solitude's phone.

Dugu Cheng took out his cell phone from his pocket and glanced at it. It was Xiao Tianyu calling.

He glanced at Mo He coldly, retracted his arms which were in a flying posture, stretched his legs, and landed lightly on the ground.

Walking to a deserted place and answering the phone, Dugu Cheng's originally cold face softened a bit, and he said, "Shen Tianyu, is there something you want to talk to Master about?"

Xiao Tianyu said in a childish voice: "Master, have you arrived?"

"arrive."

Xiao Tianyu warned like a little adult: "Master, be careful."

"rest assured."

"Master."

"Ok?"

After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Tianyu hung up the phone.

Dugu Cheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, knowing that the kid missed him. He hung up the phone because he was afraid that he would cry and be scolded by him.

After all, he was brought up by me and is my last disciple, so I have a relationship with him that is better than that of my own son.

Solitude missed him, too.

Thinking about it makes my heart ache a little.

Not wanting to bother arguing with Mo He, Dugu Cheng walked towards the room.

General Wu Rong hurriedly followed him and said to him, "Mr. Dugu, I will take you to your room to rest."

When we first met, he called me "you", but now he calls me "you".

Dugu Cheng had a cold expression and nodded slightly.

Followed General Wu Rong into his room.

Dugu Cheng warned coldly: "Don't let anyone get close to those five planes, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

General Wu Rong agreed verbally, but he was actually curious.

What kind of army of 100,000 is it?

A dwarf?

But no matter how small a dwarf is, he cannot fit into five planes.

Seeing that Dugu Cheng was not easy to talk to, General Wu Rong said a few polite words and left quickly.

When I went out, I happened to meet Mo He who was going upstairs.

Two identical faces, with similar height, hairstyle and clothes. Admiral Wu Rong couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Even if he stared at him carefully, he couldn't tell that it was a mask on his face.

This mask is so realistic, it looks like your own skin.

Is this the legendary art of disguise?

He once again marveled at the wonders of Huaxia Country, and said to Mo He respectfully: "Mr. Mo, if you need anything, just tell my men. Don't be polite, and treat this place as your home."

Mo He nodded without saying anything.

As they passed each other, Admiral Wu Rong wanted to ask, "Can you teach me Qinggong?"

However, due to my status, my words and actions must be solemn and dignified, so I was embarrassed to say it out loud.

Soon Gu Yifeng and Yuan Jun, who was wearing a mask, also went upstairs.

Admiral Wu Rong said enthusiastically: "Your rooms have been cleaned up, go and rest."

Gu Yifeng said: "No hurry, let's discuss the battle plan."