Zaisuke

The sound of Jianfeng piercing through the air came.

After turning over to pass an attack, Ji Rong slid back and distanced himself from the man in black.

The Sanghai ring in his left hand flashed a dark light, and a black dress appeared in Ji Rong's hands. The style was very simple, and it was the strong clothes worn by ordinary monks.

When Ji Rong was selling lotus fish roe dumplings in the big cafeteria at noon, he was also dressed in black.

Several Tianyan Guards came to the Yuanbao Peak with their swords, only to see the messy battle traces on the ground, and the surrounding spiritual power was still howling, obviously the battle had just ended here not long ago.

On the Qingyu Magpie Bridge, a man dressed in brocade stretched his fingers forward, pressing the five strings of qin with condensed spiritual power. From peaceful to hasty to violent, Xiaoluo water flows slowly without any waves.

His subordinates suddenly raised a heavy note, and with a bang, the strings of spiritual power shrieked piercingly. Due to the fluctuation of spiritual power, the water surface of Xiaoluoshui was pushed into a fan-shaped ripple, which spread out layer by layer, and finally returned to the water. for calm.

"How is it possible, what did he do!"

No matter how the man in brocade clothes plays the five-stringed zither, Xiaoluoshui flows slowly, reflecting a full moon in the night sky.

"Are you talking about me? I'm sorry, but they can't get out because of the array formation."

The voice was cold, the man in Jinyi recognized the boy's voice, it was him, Ji Rong.

Ji Rong paced from the north bank of Luocheng to the Qingyu Magpie Bridge, elegant and indifferent, without any trace of the indifference and ruthlessness on Yuanbao Peak.

"Nangong Zhaochen has the guts to attack Hong Pingdao," Ji Rong said.

The words of praise, but the man in Jinyi could hear the irony from it, "Young Master Ji said carefully, the four sects have been too popular in recent years, my lord, he just frustrated the enthusiasm of the four sects..." The tone changed, Jin Yi The man continued, "Besides, you don't know, Mr. Ji..."

"You are not here, your lord is too arbitrary in doing things, if the Lord is not looking at your face, this time it will not be so easy to finish."

"It seems that I was negligent." Ji Rong said, "Commander Wu, tell Nangong Zhaochen that this matter should be settled simply according to his wishes."

Ji Rong was wearing a face scarf, Wu Zhe couldn't see the expression on Ji Rong's face clearly, but Ji Rong's words were subdued, so he said: "Young Master Ji is indeed reasonable, Wu will pass on your thoughts to the Lord, but... .”

"Just what?"

Wu Zhe said: "It's just a simple conclusion. You also need to release the pawns in Luohe. The Lord wants to suppress the four sects. It's not just talk."

"To give lessons to the four religions headed by Hong Pingdao, the number of pawns I brought is still small, [-]."

"Young master Ji, your lord has offended the Lord, and you have to find a way to remedy it. Just release the pawns in the Luohe River, and I will hand over the errand, and the Lord will give you face."

Ji Rong nodded, "Commander Wu, do you have any orders?"

Wu Zhe said: "Mr. Ji, I dare not tell you what you said. Don't worry, there is nothing else."

"It's so good." Ji Rong turned to look at the clear Xiaoluoshui.

"I can ask you to die."

"What!" Ji Rong's words shocked Wu Zhe, and he retreated to distance himself from Ji Rong.

"You dare to kill me? You are provoking the lord, his majesty does not allow anyone to trample on it!" Wu Zhe hurriedly said.

"Why don't you dare?" Ji Rong smiled lightly.

"Cough cough." However, after the words fell, Ji Rong coughed violently, the face towel was dark, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Wu Zhe stopped, thought for a while and said, "Why did I forget, you only have the cultivation base of the combined body stage, so the feeling of fighting with those dozens of people just now is not good, just because you want to kill me now?"

As he spoke, Wu Zhe placed his hands on the strings of the qin, and played a few sharp strings.

Three figures came crashing down to Wu Zhe from not far away, blocking Wu Zhe behind him. The mahayana monk's coercion was like a rock pressing on Ji Rong's chest. Ji Rong couldn't help but groan, and the darker color on the face scarf.

"Yan...cough cough..." Before he finished speaking, Ji Rong put his hand in front of the face towel and coughed twice again.

"Young master, I feel distressed just looking at you like this. Come on, let me see where it hurts." The three Mahayana monks faced Ji Rong alone. If Wu Zhe loved him, he would not be a man. The man stepped forward, reaching out to grab the young man's hand that was clenched into a fist and hidden in front of the veil.

Yan Yu was anxious, how could Wu Zhe's dirty hands touch Ji Rong!

Ji Rong's body was not cherished in the battle just now. In order to win in a very short time, Ji Rong had little scruples about himself, so his body was naturally injured terribly.

But when Yan Yu was about to take over Ji Rong's body, he was stopped by Ji Rong. Did Ji Rong want to kill Wu Zhe himself?

"Cough cough." Two more coughs, Ji Rong took two steps back, letting go of Wu Zhe's outstretched hand.

Wu Zhe was not angry, an inexplicable excitement came from the bottom of his heart.

In front of him, Ji Rong has always been as high and high as Nangong Zhaochen, he is just a living pawn, ready to be slaughtered.

That arrogant and indifferent person didn't pay attention to him at all. He had long wanted to take revenge and see who would have the last laugh.

Even though he looked like a teenager, Wu Zhe sighed with Ji Rong's beautiful eyes. The beauty is indeed a beauty, and he was a little reluctant to do anything to Ji Rong.

"Young master, why bother to hold on, you need to be treated if you are injured, and I will take you there to heal your injuries."

Wu Zhe opened his arms, Ji Rong retreated, and he followed, his eyes lingering on Ji Rong.

Originally, he didn't even dare to think about such an action. Although Ji Rong was different from Nangong Zhaochen, Wu Zhe was overwhelmed by the dignity in front of them, not to mention the unscrupulous scrutiny and the dirty thoughts in his heart. .

Suddenly, Wu Zhe took a step forward, stretched his hand around Ji Rong's waist, and said with a smile, "My lord, I should have caught him."

Wu Zhe's smile froze at the corner of his mouth as his arms flew into the air.

I saw the boy was hugged by the waist by the stern and elegant man, and he was brought to the front at once. The boy's back was leaning against the man's chest.

Qin Fengzhi's downcast eyes fell on the young man.

"Thank you...cough cough..." After saying two words, Ji Rong coughed again, but his eyes were stained with a smile, and he looked at Wu Zhe with a meaningful look.

Three Mahayana monks stood in front of Wu Zhe at once. No one knew the appearance and cultivation level of Qin Fengzhi, who was alone in the world of cultivating immortals. Wu Zhe immediately thought of running away.

"This matter is not over, just wait!" Wu Zhe pointed at Ji Rong, while retreating under the cover of three monks.

The boy said with the indifference that he hated the most: "I said it's over simply, and this matter is simply over."

Ji Rong narrowed his eyes, beautiful and clear.

Wu Zhe fled away, Qin Fengzhi lowered his eyes, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Qin Fengzhi said: "You seem to want him to die more than I do, why stop me?"

Saying that, Qin Fengzhi raised his hand, and Ji Rong's hand clasped Qin Fengzhi's right wrist, preventing Qin Fengzhi from drawing his sword.

"He still needs to use it, but I guarantee you that on the battlefield in the Northern Wilderness, you will definitely hear the news that he was killed, ahem..." After finally saying the whole thing, Ji Rong's face turned pale After scoring two points, he coughed again.

Only then did Yan Yu understand that she was not allowed to make a move because Ji Rong knew that Qin Fengzhi was nearby, and he wanted to expose Wu Zhe's nature to Qin Fengzhi so that Qin Fengzhi would stand by him.

"Thank you for your righteousness. I'm injured, so I'll take a step ahead." Saying this, Ji Rong let go of Qin Fengzhi's hand protecting him, obviously intending to slip away.

"Ji Rong, who are you?"

The question Qin Fengzhi asked made Ji Rong suddenly stunned, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Impossible, before he was about to summon Yan Yu, he sensed Qin Fengzhi's aura coming from Yujian from afar, so he temporarily changed his plan.

Although the monks had good ears and eyes, they were limited. How did Qin Fengzhi hear their conversation before he arrived in Los Angeles?

At the same time, Ji Rong coughed to make his voice hoarse. Wu Zhe didn't notice it, because he thought that Ji Rong's continuous coughing made his voice hoarse.

The clothes Ji Rong was wearing were the black outfits he put on later, and Ji Rong wore a scarf again, which was a thorough disguise.

Ji Rong said: "Your Excellency, ahem... just kidding... ahem... I'm not Ji Rong."

"Besides, look at your Excellency...cough cough...cough...clothes, Hongping Dao Grand Priest, cough...the Grand Elder...cough cough... Hong Pingdao was attacked by gangsters, cough, cough, your Excellency, cough, why don't you go back..."

Ji Rong said these words with great effort, facing Qin Fengzhi, he moved back step by step while speaking.

Qin Fengzhi's phoenix eyes were stern, and Ji Rong realized that he seemed to have asked for trouble.

Ji Rong thought of excuses, but his body couldn't bear his exhaustion, and he coughed again and again.

Suddenly Qin Fengzhi said: "The things in Luohe are related to you."

Ji Rong forced a smile, how much did Qin Fengzhi hear in the conversation between him and Wu Zhe just now...

"He and you are in a cooperative relationship, he escaped, and the bad thing was not done, so what is the bad thing you are going to do?"

Qin Fengzhi strode towards Ji Rong, his slender and tall figure brought great pressure to Ji Rong, his clothes swinging in an elegant arc, he was impeccably handsome.

"Cough cough...Yan...cough cough..." Ji Rong supported the Qingyu Magpie Bridge with one hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist. He hid it in front of the face towel, and his coughing made his internal organs very uncomfortable.

"If you can't get out of Yuanbao Peak, what bad things can you do?"

"I am looking forward."

The corners of Qin Fengzhi's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his stern phoenix eyes. His slender fingers touched Ji Rong's eyebrows, and the blood lines that had just glowed red suddenly dimmed, and disappeared on Ji Rong's forehead again. Under the former fair skin.

Qin Fengzhi bent over and picked up the young man, the young man coughed even worse, and the face towel was soaked in the coughed up blood.