There is no enlightenment to become a prisoner at all.

The martial arts conference was held lively for most of the day and did not end until the night fell.

In the past half a day, many young talents emerged, and middle-aged knights became famous.

However, there are no strong people who can surpass the heroes yet.

According to the plan of the six major sects, the conference will last for about three days, and then everyone can eliminate the devil and defend the way together.

It is normal that there are no skills to overwhelm the heroes on the first day. Isn’t there still two days left? Don’t worry.

However, the Demon Cult, except for the raid that night, there was no movement, probably because I was afraid.

Most people in the martial arts world are full of confidence and feel that the gate of the Demon Cult's headquarters has been opened to them, just rush forward and fight.

Fashan returned to the courtyard and had already entered the darkness, and Yecheng became quiet.

Monk Fashan knocked on the women's door again at night and walked into the room of Chengdong Night.

"Prepare, you can leave later." Fashan said.

"How to go?" Cheng Dongye asked.

"I have already sent people outside the yard, and there are only two disciples. They can't hold on to you, just knock them out." Fashan said.

"Just rushing directly? Can you be sure we are not caught up?" Cheng Dongye expressed dissatisfaction with this rough plan.

Shouldn’t the plan be detailed and meticulous? What plan should be directly calculated?

"The six major sects are discussing matters. I will stop you later, and they will not stop you." Fashan said, "As for other people in the martial arts world, can't you deal with it?"

"How long can you fight for us since we left?" Cheng Dongye asked a key question.

"A stick of incense. As long as you leave the city within one stick of incense, no one will pursue you except those who make their own decisions in the future. At least the six major sects will not." Fashan said.

"A stick of incense..." Cheng Dongye thought in his mind.

This place is not far from the city gate. With their footsteps, they can leave the city in just one stick of incense.

However, you will encounter enemy obstacles on the way, and there are a lot of uncertainties.

There are also three wounded people, two maids are not seriously injured and can move. If Liu Qinhu is not in a position to move, he will be unable to move.

"The time is a little short of enough." Cheng Dongye thought for a while and expressed his concerns.

"It's not that there is a carriage, you can take it if you can. This is your own business. If you can't take it, throw it away." Fashan was not polite, "Hurry up, give me a sword."

He put the sword in his hand on the table.

"Give you a sword?" Cheng Dongye was stunned and then understood.

This is the "disclaimer method" of Dharma good, otherwise it will cause people to run away without any harm, which is a bit unreasonable.

There is no way, Cheng Dongye can only accept the plan of the Dharma.

Picking up the sword on the table, Cheng Dongye followed the position of Fashan's guidance and penetrated his body with one sword.

The sword was covered with blood.

Fashan himself seems to be nothing serious: "Let's go."

Cheng Dongye no longer delayed and rushed out of the room.

After a while, Liu Qinhu, the unconscious, the two injured maids and ordinary man Yang Susu were placed in the carriage.

The original carriage had been taken away by Jiang Li.

Therefore, the horse was not taken away, and at this time it became a helper for escape.

Otherwise, one person would have to run away with one person on his back.

The gate of the yard was suddenly opened, Lin Zhenyuan and Cheng Dongye rushed out, knocking them out before the two little monks at the door could react.

Meanwhile, a carriage rushed out of the gate.

The two coachmen and Lin Buping were also on the carriage.

"Walk!"

Cheng Dongye shouted softly and followed Lin Zhenyuan onto the carriage.

In a short period of time, their speed will not be slower than the carriage, or even a few minutes faster.

In the room, Fashan closed his eyes and half covered his wounds, allowing blood to flow out from his fingers.

It looks like it's in a coma.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly and almost started: "You haven't left?"

"Let's go." Jiang Li, who appeared in front of Fashan, said, "I'm just asking again, don't you really need to send someone to the headquarters of the Demon Cult?"

"No, you-" Fashan put "get out" and put it back.

"All right."

Jiang Li was a little disappointed, after all, he could not force himself to buy and sell.

"You, mom, run away quickly! What should I do if I am caught? Can acting be more thoughtful?"
Chapter completed!