Return of the Soldier King

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In the forest, a group of people staggered and were marching towards the top of the mountain.

"Hoo ~ Huo ~"

A violent gasp came out, and his eyes were drawn closer. The pedestrian was wounded all over, and he walked very slowly.

This pedestrian is naturally Ye Fei and the old thief.

Ye Fei was blind, and was poisoned. He had lost his ability to move. The old thief put down his identity and carried him on his back.

The craftsman Tiangong is carrying his son Xiaonan and moving slowly.

Hu Bawan's skin and muscles all over the body were unbeaten by Ding Ling, excessive blood loss, and the injury was particularly serious. Naturally, he also lost the ability to walk, but his determination was strong, he endured the pain and stayed awake, lying on the Argentina Eagle On his back, he was still holding the wounded and injured, dying Hai Dongqing.

There is also a huge eagle with the driver in a coma on his back. Hu Bawan did not know whether it was because of conscience discovery or Ye Fei's request, which was uncharacteristically and did not leave the driver alone.

This pedestrian can be said to be a typical defeated soldier. Except for the old thief, no one has the power to fight. If they are encountering the enemy, I am afraid that it will be bad.

Fortunately, the top of the mountain is getting closer and closer, and the closer to the top of this secluded mountain, the thicker the mist is, the white, like thick milk, people's eyes are blurred. Even a master such as an old thief can't see the scenery ten meters away.

"Ye Fei, are you sure your grandpa is on the top of the mountain?"

The craftsman Tiangong felt more and more wrong, he couldn't help asking.

"I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that Grandpa should be here." Ye Fei said weakly.

"It's better to be. Otherwise, we people are a little run in vain. Your injury can't be delayed." Qiao Jiang Tiangong nodded.

"Arrived."

The old thief said suddenly.

His voice had just fallen, and there was a violent mountain breeze on the face. The original dense fog turned away and the people lighted up, but after seeing the scenes in front of them, their faces were gloomy.

It turned out that after the white mist dissipated, looking at the mountain, it was already at the top of the mountain. There was a large open space in front of it, but it was enveloped by a layer of black mist. The visibility was lower than the white mist just now.

"What is the situation? There is fog in the fog? I haven't seen such a spectacle."

The craftsman Tiangong was surprised and put Xiaonan aside, just about to go up, but was caught by the old thief: "Don't go, this is poisonous fog!"

"Poison Fog!"

The craftsman Tiangong fought a cold war with a look of consternation.

"Catch a living creature nearby."

The old thief looked at the black mist and said.

The craftsman Tiangong went hurriedly, and in a blink of an eye, he carried the grey long ears of a hare and hurried back.

Under the guidance of the old thief, the craftsman Tiangong tied the rope on the hind leg of the hare and threw it into the black mist. At first, the rope could still feel the jitter, but less than thirty seconds, the rope did not Moved.

The craftsman Tiangong was shocked, and hurriedly pulled the hare back, and found that this poor rabbit was lying straight on the ground, motionless. This black mist was obviously a poisonous mist.

"It's dead!"

The craftsman Tiangong looked surprised.

"No."

The old thief crouched down, bent his fingers, and flicked on the rabbit's long ears.

I saw that the rabbit jumped up, ran into the bushes, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"How is this going?"

The craftsman Tiangong was stunned.

"The white mist we just encountered is a naturally formed mountain mist. It is very different from the black mist in front of us. These black mists are the fog array under the medical Saint Ye Tianchen. Only then will there be fog formation here. At least we have n’t found the wrong place. "

The old thief narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But what about the rabbit ... what's going on? Why didn't it die?"

The craftsman is incomprehensible.

"Ye Tianchen is a medical sage, not a poison sage. He has a kind heart, and although it is covered with fog, he does not use poisonous smoke that causes death, but uses a hypnotic gas. The rabbit, just Fell asleep."

The old thief explained.

"It turns out this way."

The craftsman Tiangong suddenly realized: "However, even if it is hypnotic gas, we can't break through. How can we get in?"

"It's simple. Wait."

The old thief twisted his beard with a slight smile: "His grandson Ye Fei is with us. Are you afraid that Ye Tianchen will not open the fog array and let us in?"

Qiao Jiang Tiangong was relieved and shouted a few times into the fog array, roughly speaking, he and Ye Fei came together to visit Ye Tianchen.

The echo echoed in the mountains, but there was no response in the fog array, nor was it what the old thief had imagined. Ye Tianchen opened the fog array and let everyone in.

Just when everyone was suspicious, a laugh came suddenly behind them: "Hahaha, who do I think I was, it turned out to be an old friend. Old thief, why don't you cheat those rich people's money at the auction and run away When visiting this remote place, is there any ancient tomb here? "

Killing the door, Supreme Duan Wuchen took the killing man, and slowly came out of the mist.

Du Gubei followed behind Duanwuchen, and the three elders Li Aoshi and Li Family were **** by flowers, and in an extremely humiliating posture, their hands and feet were tied to wooden poles, and they were lifted up, just like Like livestock, the dignity of the martial arts is nothing.

Among this group of people, there are no two figures of soul-killing scholars and Gu Sha killing the door and protecting the law, nor do they know where these two people are now.

"No dust!"

When the old thief saw the killing of Supreme Master, his pupils shrank suddenly, and became cold-skinned. He said coldly, "Supreme, do n’t ask me for sure, what am I going to do, I ’m afraid you know the truth."

"Oh, old thief, you are still so boring."

Duan Wuchen also laughed: "Since this is the case, let's not tell secret words. I and you have never been guilty of water and rivers. I don't care what I want to do. I don't care what you do."

"It's a word."

The old thief said coldly.

If it is a single fight, the old thief is not afraid of breaking the dust. However, Duan Wuchen followed the killing elite around him, there were many people, and the old thief was surrounded by wounded. If there is really a fight, with only a few enemies, the old thief also has no perfect assurance to ensure the safety of Ye Fei and Qiao Jiang Tiangong. After all, as a killer, Wu Wuchen is extremely terrifying.

Seeing the old thief agree, Duan Wuchen was secretly relieved. He was quite afraid of the old thief, and he wouldn't choose to start with the old thief until it was a last resort.

The two groups of men and women briefly confront each other, each has their own thoughts, and they are both booby traps and do not want to go to war here. But at this time, the lonely sorrow bearing the Momang sword saw Ye Fei on the back of the old thief, and he was not aware of it. He stepped forward and shouted, "Xie Xiaoya, what about her?"

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