In just half a cup of tea, Dijiexing carried the sack out of Ziwei Hall again. In the darkness, he strided along the mountain road, and then turned into a remote valley at the edge of the valley. Birds and flowers were singing everywhere in the secret realm, but only this valley was smelly. It turned out that this place was a place where garbage was discarded in the secret realm. The garbage generated in the lives of the hunting tribes over the past dynasties for more than 200 years was landfilled here. Also, due to the geographical problems on the mountain, the stench inside would be blown away by the strong mountain wind as soon as it exited the entrance of the deck, and the smell would definitely not spread into the valley.

It was said to be a garbage dump, but it was naturally not limited to garbage. When you entered the valley, there was a stench immediately, and the smell was so irritating that it was so irritating. Dijiexing was not willing to stay here for too long. He covered his nose, pulled the sack from his shoulder with one hand, and stood on the edge of the cliff and threw it forward. The sack weighing more than 100 kilograms drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then fell to the dark natural garbage pool "puff~" and fell to the dark natural garbage pool. Dijiexing patted his hands, and even the interest of looking at the garbage pool was devoid of his interest, so he turned around and left. Just after his figure disappeared from the rocks, suddenly, under the edge of the cliff, under the pine tree growing inclined, there was a shadow that broke away from the shade, like a big gecko, climbing down against the mountain wall.

As he approached the surface of the garbage pool, the "gecko" suddenly raised his forelimbs, and immediately the "swish-swish" sound of breaking the wind flew out, unbiasedly, and in the middle of the sack. At the same time, the "gecko" kicked his legs and leaped away from the cliff with force. He twisted his waist in the air, twisted his waist in the air and turned upward with the wind. His movements were elegant and smooth, even the real bird was not as good as that. Under the silver-white moonlight, the sack fell in the middle of the garbage pool was driven by it and then left the ground. It had a heavy weight of about a hundred pounds, but it had no effect on the man. He rode the wind and leap forward, crossed the top of the mountain away from the secret realm, and ran three or four miles with the sack in one breath, then stopped.

He sighed a long sigh, then clasped his lips and made a sound, just like the sound of an old owl in the night. The three roars passed, and the night suddenly lit up. Several graceful figures held fire notes and walked out from behind the dense forest. It was Fan Qinghui, Blood Phoenix, Zhu Meixian, Danmei, Wen Caiting and other five beauties. As for those who had sneaked into the valley where the hunting clan lived before, who could have such outstanding light skills except for "Flying" Situ Ya?

The Blood Phoenix Du, known as "white clothes without dust, phoenix bathes in blood", is the most clean person in his life. At this time, a gust of evening breeze passed by the forest and sent the stench of garbage stained on the sack. She frowned, raised her sleeve to cover her nose, and said angrily: "But where did you get such a dirty thing back? It's so stinking."

"Miss Du, don't think that this thing is smelly. It's not the whereabouts of our prince. It's about to fall on it." Situ Ya knew her temper, so she didn't think it was offensive. She just smiled and took out a dagger from her side and cut the rope used to tie the sack tightly. All the souvenirs are all good at the world, and no matter how brave they see it, they are hard to reach for ordinary people. At first sight, they turned out to be a Taoist priest who was vague and looked dying in the sack, and no one was surprised. Only Fan Qinghui cried out in a low voice, "Is it Taoist priest Thunder Quanzi?"

After a chaotic fight next to the maple forest that day, the descendant of Jingzhai and Feitian went on the road to pursue Yang Zhao's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the Dragon Twelve was extremely cunning. Although he didn't know that someone was following him, he still exchanged rotations and ships, and set up a large array. The transition was different, and he must have been easily thrown away, and he could never find any clues. However, Situ Ya has always been famous for his light skills and tracking skills. Even the tolerance constable who had accumulated years in the Six Gates was far inferior to him. Therefore, although he had delayed a lot of time, he still followed him all the way and touched the secret valley where the hunting tribes lived.

At this time, Zhu Meixian and Blood Phoenix and others arrived. Everyone did not know the truth and did not dare to enter the valley rashly. In addition, there were countless mechanism traps and secret cards ambushing at several entrances and exits of the valley. If they insisted on tough inciting, they would be shocked. Although everyone had different identities, status and positions, they could barely stand on the same front for Yang Zhao at this time. They gathered discussions and decided to let Situ Ya sneak into the valley first to inquire.

Feitian is indeed worthy of Feitian. He wandered around the valley for a whole half of a day and finally found the blind spot on the valley defense, used his peerless light skills, climbed over the cliff and sneaked into the secret realm, and his foothold was the landfill of the hunting clan. Unexpectedly, he was about to go deep into the news, and Dijiexing came. Situ Ya's eyes were sharp, and she had already seen that there was someone in the sack, so she decisively took action and brought the sack back.

At this moment, Situ Ya heard Fan Qinghui's low voice, and had already understood the identity of this person, so she hurriedly reached out to explore the Taoist priest's breath, and then said happily: "Okay, it's not dead yet." He carefully took out a wax ball from his arms and crushed the shell, but it turned out to be a black pill. Don't look at it's not amazing. In fact, it is the "Yan Wang Wuji Pill" carefully prepared by the "Three Snakes" Bofu. As the saying goes: The King of Hell teaches people to die in the third update, who dares to keep people until the fifth update? But as long as he takes Bofu's pill, even the newly dead person can return to his soul and drag his life to the fifth update before he dies.

Situ Ya reached out and held Tuoquanzi's back, pulled open his mouth, pinched the pills into powder and sprinkled them in, and then opened the water bags that carried him to feed him two mouthfuls. The true energy in his hand was output to help him swallow the medicine powder and water. The power of the medicine melted when it entered his throat, and it turned out to be as effective as a god. Tuoquanzi was originally shattered by Dijiexing's heavy technique, but he was already dying. Most of his body had penetrated into the gate of hell, but now he was pulled back half again. He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were confused, as if he was blinded by nothing.

Fan Qinghui didn't think it was dirty. She walked over and helped the thief and poured into a peaceful and centralized ice spirit. The true energy was infused. The Taoist's mind immediately became much clearer, and his dispersed pupils also had a focal length again. He widened his eyes and stared at Fan Qinghui. After a while, he suddenly exhaled and said in a deep voice: "Good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded, retribution." The Dragon Bookstore and Fan Qinghui were asked, and he had already struggled to sit up and gasped: "Miss Yang, hurry up...go. Let brother Xuan... Xuanhe... Young Master, right in the valley..., in the small bamboo building with two rose trees planted... in the small bamboo building with... Dragon Twelve."

"What kind of young master Xuangan? Yang Xuangan?" The blood phoenix heard it inexplicably and asked, "Your bull's nose is not burned, right? What's the relationship between our prince and Yang Xuangan? Which madman was caught in the valley? What about our prince?"

Tuoquanzi was shocked and asked in a lost voice: "King... Prince? What... Prince? You... aren't you the daughter of Duke Yang... Yang Su, Yang Bingbing?" The following sentence was said to Fan Qinghui. After the descendant of Jingzhai changed his mind, he had already understood the misunderstanding of the other party. She sighed slightly and said: "Master Taoist, you are not thinking badly. The little woman is not the daughter of Duke Yue, and that person... is not Yang Xuangan, but the King of Henan, Yang Zhao, who was granted by the court. That day... for some reasons, we had no choice but to use a pseudonym."

"Yes, it's Yang Zhao, no... no... Yang Xuangan? Haha, haha, so... so, haha~~" In an instant, Thieves burst into laughter, but there was no joy in the laughter, but instead she seemed to cry. Danmei was already anxious, and this Taoist priest was so crazy and inexplicably, which aroused the nameless anger in her chest. She threw it out casually, and praised the boss of the Taoist priest with a "pa~" and said angrily: "What did you do with the stinky nose of the plague? Ah... What's the King of Henan now?" Finally, she was not overwhelmed by the anger. Although this slap was loud, it was actually not using her true power. Otherwise, she would slap the Thieves into a rotten watermelon with one palm, which would be nothing more than nothing.

Thiefenzi's heart vein was broken. Even if he took the "Yan Wang Wu Geng Pill", he would only last for three more moments. What's more, his dust root was cut and he was already in love. Even though he slapped the hot slap of "Yin Yan Mei", he was completely dissatisfied. He laughed bitterly, and started his actions from the beginning like a bamboo tube pouring beans. All the girls were shocked and angry when they heard it. They never expected that such a disaster would be led by the stinky bull-nosed Taoist priest in front of him. According to the thoughts of Danmei and Zhu Meixian, he would cut him into pieces on the spot until he cut it into meat sauce before he could vent his hatred. Unfortunately, Thiefenzi's words have not finished yet, and even if they want to do something, others cannot allow it.

The thiefenzi knew that his life was not long, and he had no worries. Whether he wanted to fight or kill, he didn't care. After talking about the reason, he also told about the origin of the secret hunting clan, what good players are there under the clan leader Long Twelve, what ambushes are everywhere in the valley, and there are dark cards and guards there, and so on. However, he would not be invincible in the martial arts of the Dragon Bookstore, and the people in the hunting clan did not regard him as his own, so he could only say about 30% of the secret cards arranged in the secret valley. However, despite his unclear words, the more he listened, the more he looked solemn.

Thunder Quanzi was dying, and there was not much strength left in his body. He struggled to say so much information in one breath, but the oil was gone, and even the medicine power brought by the "Wu Geng Pill of Hell" was squeezed out. He said the last word, panting, and then laughed three times to the sky, stretched out his broken arms and grabbed Fan Qinghui's wrist. His facial features were twisted, his face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Reward... the government, mobilize the big army, kill all the thieves of the Wumen, and repay me... the retribution..." Before he finished speaking, the light in his eyes had dissipated. This time, his vitality was completely cut off, and the gods could not save him. Fan Qinghui sighed softly, and opened Thunder Quanzi's eyes wide open, and he smoothed his eyelids that were unwilling to close. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions, and he didn't know what it felt.

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The night was already deep and everything was silent. Everything had returned to peace on the small bamboo building in the secret valley. Yang Zhao took off his coat and lay on the bed, relaxing his limbs as much as possible. Gradually, his whole body entered a mysterious state of static inside and outside. There was neither guilt nor worry, but only a clear and clear place in the spiritual platform. Because the little prince had thought through it thoroughly, it would be useless to worry about the matter of stealing the spring now.

Thinking about it, he lost all his martial arts skills and was imprisoned in this hidden valley, and he would never have the chance to escape. But if he walked out of the valley and went to Daxing, there would be more gaps and flaws to grasp on the road. However, if he wanted to successfully escape from heaven, he still needed to work hard. Now that he could not move his true energy, breaking the world is his only support. He should race against time and try his best to deduce and perfect the world so as to increase the cost of getting out of trouble.

All kinds of martial arts and moves have been seen in my life, coming and going in my mind. I was confused, if I had any intention or unintentional, Yang Zhao transformed into thousands of people in his mind to try to break one by one. Every time he successfully broke one martial arts and moves, a pair of clones in his mind would be disillusioned. I don’t know how long it has passed, and the divine clones in his mind have been reduced from hundreds of thousands of invincible dragon bookshops to only nine pairs left. Among them, the authentic (Primage) Six Divine Arts,

A pure Yang skill, the innate body-breaking invisible sword energy of the Tang Sect sword weapon, the black-level Futu of Yijin Jing, the immortal seal technique, the secret of the heavenly demon, the purple thunder treasure criticism, and the seven strikes of the purple thunder and the seven major limits, a total of nine supreme or divine martial arts. The little prince, whose divine consciousness was different, paused slightly, and whistled in a clear voice, attacked the dragon twelve, which was also formed virtually by his own memory. In his own divine consciousness, the master of the hunting clan, whose body was translucent, had his palms intertwined, covering the clouds on the left and picking stars on the right, and the two were both used together. The two were about to fight...

In reality, the tiles on the roof of the bamboo building suddenly sounded softly. Even though the sound was extremely light and thin, the King of Henan, who was immersed in the deduction of divine thoughts, immediately noticed the abnormality. His body shook slightly, and the scenes in his mind disappeared immediately, and his thoughts returned to reality. He opened a slight crack in his eyes, and he vaguely saw a faint moonlight, which was pouring into the room through the unveiled tiles. Then, the second and third...the gaps on the roof became larger and larger, but
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