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Before Hu Qingpeng's words fell, Yu Wen Zheng suddenly shouted: "Blade slave, retreat three feet behind!" His order was like an imperial edict. The knife slave immediately returned to the sword to block the vital points, suddenly jumped behind him, and distanced himself from his opponent. With a light sound, the iron tube in Yu Wen Zheng's hand suddenly shot out a blue star, which spread into a huge net in an instant, covering the space around Yi Wufeng's body, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Yi Wufeng's face changed slightly, and the jade flute danced quickly. A white light appeared in front of her like a huge shield. At the same time, she pulled her body high and jumped up to avoid the core area where the poison needles were densely packed. A white shadow flashed and disappeared among the dense branches and leaves. Her mount was shot into the neck by several poison needles. With a whine, she fell to the ground and died immediately, and black blood flowed out of her mouth and nose. Hu Qingpeng was shocked to see this. Such a violent toxicity could not even be withstood by a strong horse. If it was shot on a person, how could it be? There was no blood hatred between the two sides. Yu Wen Zheng was so cruel and cruel that he was not much worse than Huangfu Ji and others.

Suddenly, I heard a clear roar above my head, like a phoenix roaring in the nine states, implying a strong anger. Then there was a loud noise, and countless leaves shook away from the branches, like heavy rain, swept by the wind and rushed straight towards Yuwen Zheng and others. Looking coldly, the green dragon roared and rushed towards the enemy, with its unparalleled power.

Yuwen Zheng's eyes were filled with dancing green leaves. His cheeks were hurt by the strong wind that came to his face. He could not see his opponent's figure and did not dare to fire hidden weapons randomly. He hurriedly shouted: "Slave Slave, block her!"

The sword slave had the instinct like a beast. As soon as he received the order from his master, he swept into the green leaves in his hand and rushed into the sky. The sword light flashed, breaking through a gap, facing his opponent who was as white as snow and as elegant as immortal.

Yi Wufeng shouted: "Good come!" I saw the white light like lightning, and the heavy blow was hit on the blade. In an instant, Leng Shuang, which was difficult to detect with the naked eye, quickly condensed on the blade, and the bone-bone coldness made the sword slave tremble. Before he could change his moves and attack, Yi Wufeng Yufei combo hit the soft knife in every move, instilling the cold internal true energy. But after hearing several shocks, the sword slave's soft knife was covered with frost, showing wisps of cracks. Suddenly, a crisp "clang" sound could not withstand the impact of the internal forces of the two masters, and turned into thousands of metal fragments scattered.

The opponent's empty door opened wide, and the feng sang the flute and slammed down. The knife slave rushed to avoid the key points with a dull bang, and the shoulders were hit, and blood fell to the ground. These few rabbits rose and fell, and the figures suddenly merged and separated, and others had no time to intervene.

Yuwen Zheng was shocked. Once the sword slave had no sword in his hand, he would be like a tiger with fangs and sharp claws, and could no longer threaten the other party. And how could he save the defeat by relying on himself? He couldn't help but regret it. He seriously underestimated the other party's strength, but failed to steal the chicken, which caused a handful of rice to be lost. He pointed the iron pipe at Yi Wufeng and shouted: "Stop!"

Yi Wufeng stopped the momentum of attacking, jumped back into the air with somersault, stood far away from Yuwen Zheng, and his cold eyes pierced his face, and he sneered: "Yuwen Zheng, do you want me to spare your life?"

Yuwen Zheng's face turned ashen, with a stern face and a stern face, said: "Don't be proud! I'm in my hand the 'Star Soul-Breaking Needle', one of the seven hidden weapons in the martial arts world. The one who is in the middle is dead, and there is no cure to save you. You can avoid it for the first time, but you may not have such good luck the second time! If you are not afraid of death, just come up and give it a try!"

Yi Wufeng's delicate body shook slightly and said in surprise: "Where did you come from the 'Tianxing Soul-Breaking Needle'? This is the treasure of Qixing Villa, a masterpiece of Tianxingzi, a hidden weapon master a hundred years ago. It is never borrowed from others. How did you get it?"

Yuwen Zheng smiled grimly and said, "It's very simple. After stepping on the Qixing Villa, the Soul-Breaking Needle will naturally change the owner! Since you know how powerful it is, you can save me more irritation. How do you understand today's affairs? Let's go down the road quickly?"

Yi Wufeng said, "Hmph, you were the ones who caused the incident. You actually asked me what to do? You went out to walk around the world, but rely on a hidden weapon to protect your life. You really have a face for your master! Forget it, I don't want to kill you, so as not to taint my hands. You'd better bring your people with you and disappear from me immediately!"

Yuwen Zheng pretended not to hear the sarcasm in the other party's words, and asked suspiciously: "Do you have no other conditions?" The winner in the world is the king, and the loser is the enemy. In today's battle, since the opponent has the upper hand, there is no reason to let them go so easily.

Yi Wufeng's eyes turned to the mount on the side of the road and said, "My mount is a BMW in the Western Regions, but you killed it today. How do you think we should understand?"

Yu Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's no problem!" He took out a small bag of gems from his arms and threw them at Yi Wufeng's feet. "The gems here are worth more than 50,000 taels, enough for you to buy ten good horses, so just treat them as compensation!" Seeing that Yi Wufeng had no objection, he hurriedly ordered the sword slave to carry the two girls into the carriage and drive away together. From beginning to end, his "Sky Star Soul-Broken Needle" was facing Yi Wufeng, and he did not dare to relax at all.

Hu Qingpeng watched Yu Wen Zheng and others leave with anger, and had nowhere to vent his anger. He couldn't help but shout: "Young Master, why do you want to let them go? Yu Wen Zheng is a beast in clothes and has a strong desire to take revenge. If the tiger returns to the mountain today, it will become a big trouble in the future! What if he invites help, how can we deal with it?" Yi Wufeng was obviously angry at the beginning and wanted to crush Yu Wen Zheng's bones and ashes, but she let him go in a few words, which was inconsistent, making people confused.

Yi Wufeng smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I don't want to kill him? I'm worried that he will jump over the wall and bite him back and we will be in trouble." Her delicate body shook, and Yu Di couldn't hold it firmly and fell to the ground with a bang. Her face suddenly became very pale, and a dense cold sweat oozed out of her forehead, as if tortured by some pain. Her horrible aura disappeared without a trace, and she whispered: "Hurry up, help me to a secluded place!"

Hu Qingpeng grabbed her side with a quick step and said in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yi Wufeng took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "I've been hit by the Soul-Breaking Needle! Its toxicity is too fierce, and I can't suppress it." The Soul-Breaking Needle was launched quickly and densely, and it was dedicated to breaking the internal true energy. Although she tried her best to resist, she was still shot.

"What?!" Hu Qingpeng was buzzing with five thunders, and his ears were buzzing. He had only witnessed the toxicity of the Tianxing Soul-Breaking Needle with his own eyes. Of course, he knew how dangerous Yi Wufeng was facing. He quickly took the jade flute and gem into his arms, picked up Yi Wufeng in his waist, and jumped into the forest. He was anxious. Although the beauty in his arms was soft and fragrant, it could not arouse his imagination. He finally found a grass near the stream and carefully put down Yi Wufeng.

Yi Wufeng took out the close-fitting dagger and handed it to Hu Qingpeng and said, "I was injured by a poisonous needle on the outside of my left arm. Please help me cut off the flesh and blood near the wound, hurry up!" A faint black gas had appeared on her face, and you can imagine the speed of the toxic attack.

"Yes!" Hu Qingpeng gently cut off Yi Wufeng's sleeve robe on his left arm, and a smooth and fair lotus arm slid out, exposed to the air. The curve was soft and perfect, emitting a faint virgin fragrance. He was dazzled in front of him, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Yi Wufeng could hear it clearly, and was so ashamed that she even turned red in her jade neck, and shouted: "I won't do it yet!"

Hu Qingpeng's consciousness was clear, and his face turned red as red. He wanted a crack to break into the ground and drilled in. He calmed down and saw an orchid poison needle tied to the snow-white jade arm. The skin near the wound was as black as ink and there were signs of gradually expanding. He was shocked again, knowing that he must not be soft at this time, and said softly: "Hold on, I'll do it!" With the dagger, he cut off the poison needle and rotten flesh at the same time. The wound spurted black blood, and finally turned red. Where the poisonous blood splattered, the green grass immediately withered and died.

Hu Qingpeng gasped and wiped the cold sweat from his head with his back hand: "Okay, fortunately, I'm not disgraced!" He was even more worried. Although Yi Wufeng had a deep internal strength, she was still a flesh and blood body. Can she resolve the toxicity left in her body? Yu Wen Zheng once said that the poison on the needle is cured without any medicine!

Yi Wufeng endured the severe pain and said softly: "Thank you!" She moved to the stream to wash away the blood from the wound, took a few pills, immediately regulated her breathing and meditated, and focused on removing the remaining poison from her body.

Hu Qingpeng looked at her pale and handsome face and frowning brows, and felt pity and sadness in his heart, wishing he could only replace her. He then realized that Yi Wufeng had just forced herself to defeat the sword slave. If it weren't for this, both of them would not be able to escape death. Later, Yi Wufeng had to fight against the toxicity of the attack and no longer had the power to fight again, so he could only let Yuwen Zheng go, and pretended to be nothing but numb the other party. It can be imagined how helpless and painful she was at that time. The more Hu Qingpeng thought about it, the more painful it hurts, and he beat the ground hard. If his martial arts skills were enough to defeat the enemy, how could she be injured? He gritted his teeth and swore that he must practice peerless martial arts in the future and protect every woman around him.

It took a full hour for Yi Wufeng to finish her exercises and slowly opened her eyes. Hu Qingpeng hurriedly approached and asked, "You, are you not seriously injured?"

Yi Wufeng saw Hu Qingpeng's anxious and caring eyes at first sight. Her heart was pounding like a deer, and she thumped violently. The inexplicable warm current filled her chest, and she felt an urge to approach this man and seek care. But she was immediately startled by her own thoughts. How could the elder of the Demon Cult imitate the actions of those weak women? No, absolutely not! She forced herself to suppress her panic, turned her head and looked elsewhere, and said coldly: "Why are you still staying here and not leaving?"

Hu Qingpeng said, "Why should I leave? I promised to go to Wuchang with you, and I will not be untrustworthy and sneak away from the middle. Besides, you are seriously injured, how can I ignore it? What's your situation now?"

Yi Wufeng frowned slightly and said quietly: "The poison of the Soul-Breaking Needle is really powerful. I can only suppress the remaining poison, but I cannot eliminate it from my body. Especially after I was poisoned, I forced myself to use my true qi, and the toxins roam the meridians throughout my body, which is even more difficult to expel. The only way at the moment is to find the genius doctor of this sect within ten days. Maybe he has a way to detoxify. Otherwise, when the poison penetrates into the internal organs, the Daluo God will not be able to save me."

Hu Qingpeng said in surprise: "Is that miracle doctor confident of detoxifying you? Where is he now?"

Yi Wufeng sighed: "Although Doctor You lives in Shennong Valley, Daba Mountain, most of the time he goes to the wilderness and deep mountains to collect herbs. I wonder if he can meet him? Even if he finds him, no one can resolve the poison on the Soul-Breaking Needle. I don't know if Doctor You can set the first step and save my life. If even he is helpless, I have to wait to die."

Hu Qingpeng said decisively: "Even if the hope is slim, we must not give up until the last moment! I will accompany you to Daba Mountain until you detoxify safely!" His tone was firm and naturally showed the man's spirit of being strong and decisive.

Yi Wufeng felt warm in her heart and smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by people in the world? I am the devil who wants to kill them soon! If they see you and me, what do you plan to explain?"

Hu Qingpeng was stunned when he heard this, and hesitated in his heart. This was exactly what he was most worried about. The head master ordered not to interact with the disciples of the Demon Sect. He had violated him many times. Fortunately, no one deliberately investigated him. He went to Bashan thousands of miles away, and he walked with Yi Wufeng. If he was seen by someone with a heart, he would inevitably cause a huge uproar and become the target of public criticism. As the saying goes, everyone can make money, and people's words are terrifying. Once rumors spread, he could not distinguish them even if he was full of words. However, Yi Wufeng had no ability to protect himself after being poisoned, and it was very dangerous to go alone. There are many lustful people in the world. How could he remain indifferent when he discovered Yi Wufeng's beauty? What if Yuwen Zheng's thief was not dead and he returned, who would protect her? Wouldn't she be slaughtered?

Yi Wufeng looked at his unpredictable expression, her heart gradually cooled down, and there was a hint of unspeakable sorrow, so she calmly said: "I have received your kindness. Let's go!"

Hu Qingpeng suddenly roared up to the sky, his eyes shining brightly, and said one by one: "I am worthy of the heaven and earth, so why do you need to explain? Unless I die, I will definitely escort you to Bashan!"

Yi Wufeng said calmly: "Why do you have to force yourself? You and I are divided into two parts: black and white, and we don't have a deep friendship, so it's really not worth your doing. Even if you escort me to seek medical treatment, you will not get any benefits and face the disaster of death. I will not be grateful to you for this. If you are a smart person, you should not continue to stay by my side."

Hu Qingpeng's chest was suffocated, guessing that his hesitation just now hurt her, so Yi Wufeng became cold in an instant, and her words were thorny. He said in a deep voice: "I have decided, I won't leave if you chase me! I will see people's hearts over time, and the road is far away. What kind of person I am will be the next time I will know what kind of person I am."

Yi Wufeng didn't say anything, she lowered her eyes and looked at the clear stream, not knowing what she was thinking. The two of them suddenly fell into silence, and the atmosphere was awkward. Only the water was gurgling, the branches and leaves were shaking, and the nameless birds were croaking in the air.

Hu Qingpeng waited for a while, but did not see any instructions from Yi Wufeng, and couldn't help but speak, "Yi... Master, you can't delay your medical treatment. Will we set off immediately?"

Yi Wufeng said oh, stood up suddenly, and said, "Let's go!" Her face was as deep as water, and she didn't say a word. Hu Qingpeng followed her silently, shook her head and smiled bitterly.

It was already afternoon when the two walked out of the woods. The sun shone directly down, stuffy and hot. Yi Wufeng refused Hu Qingpeng's proposal to carry her on her way, insisting on walking by herself, making Hu Qingpeng scratch his head in a hurry. Fortunately, he stopped a carriage on the way, and then they rushed into Yueyang City in darkness.

Yueyang is located in the lower reaches of the Xiang River, at the intersection of Dongting Lake and the Yangtze River, connected to Bashu in the west, Jianghuai in the east, Central Plains in the north, and Xiaoxiang in the south. It is extremely important in geographical location and is the center of water transportation. Merchants and tourists from all over the country are flooded with the streets, and luxurious and tall inns and restaurants can be seen everywhere. However, both of them have no intention of enjoying the street view and find a shop early to stay. Yi Wufeng told the friend to rent a boat, intending to take the boat straight to Yichang the next day, and then rush to Shennong Valley by land. Hu Qingpeng felt the pain of no swords, so he personally went to the weapon shop to buy a good sword. Anyway, Yuwen Zheng paid a bag of gems, which could be used to pay the bill. After buying the sword, he returned to the inn. Yi Wufeng had already used supper alone to rest. Hu Qingpeng was very bored and inconvenient to say anything, so he spent the night in a depressed mood.

Early the next morning, the inn's staff brought Yi Wufeng and Hu Qingpeng to the dock. After negotiated the price with the ship boss, he immediately ordered the sailors to set sail and sail to the estuary of the Yangtze River.

At this time, the sun was rising, and the rays of thousands of rays shone on the green tiles in the city, showing the magnificence and magnificence of the ancient city. The lake waves rippling under the city walls, and hundreds of ships rose sails, either fast or slow, and the loud sound of fisherman's songs began to float on the lake. Looking west, Junshan in the distance stood in Dongting Lake, towering green and charming, like a fairy in green clothes and smiling, showing off all kinds of charm. The cool breeze in the morning blew gently, making people wish they could not integrate into this beautiful scenery and forget all the troubles in the world.

Hu Qingpeng was very happy, threw all his worries from yesterday behind his head, and chanted for a long time: "Sweep the Ming Lake and open the jade mirror, and painted it with Junshan! The beauty of Dongting must be appreciated by coming to Yueyang."

Facing the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, Yi Wufeng, who had been sternly faced, also showed a rare smile, clapping and saying: "Walking around the sky and the evening of Cangwu, the green snake in her sleeves is cold. People who drunk Yueyang do not recognize it, and they flew across Dongting Lake."

After chanting, the two looked at each other and smiled. Yesterday's grudge seemed to have diminished a lot. Hu Qingpeng asked carefully: "You, aren't you angry with me?"

Yi Wufeng curled her lips, revealing her rare expression of daughter, and said disdainfully: "Who is going to be angry with you? You don't have to be too passionate!"

Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and said, "Is that so? That's great!"
Chapter completed!