"Mr. Zhang Jiao, Fei wants to see the prosperous age of the Yellow Heaven, but I don't know if he can go with him?" A calm voice slowly spit out from Chen Fei's mouth, but it made everyone present change their expressions. Amid the shrill sound of steel friction, sharp weapons pointed at Chen Fei, and the atmosphere became a little bit stern and depressing. The young man from a famous clan looked at Chen Fei with disbelief - he was the only one who had communicated with Chen Fei in these days. If you ask Chen Fei how he knew their plans, the only one would come from him!

...But, how is it possible? Just said one sentence...

Those who are brave and qualified to go deep into the hinterland of this plague with Zhang Jiao were all elites in the Yellow Turban Army. For a moment, more than ten powerful auras flourished, and then they merged like military formations to directly cover Chen Fei. Chen Fei just stood there without any surprise and looked at the middle-aged man with a somewhat stunned expression. The long sword on his waist trembled slightly, and turned the momentum that was enough to scare ordinary people to death. Although his body was still far from recovering, his body was enough to resonate with the sword. His sword skills were raised in the confrontation with the monarch of the sword and easily resolved this aura that was comparable to the golden level. With a serious injury, he did not use any extraordinary power, and only rely on his own understanding of the sword!

...And, he is not now a wasteful man who cannot even use a trace of power like he did five days ago...

"Wenle, stop!" A middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe shouted softly, and the long staff in his hand slammed on the ground. A layer of shock waves that could be seen in the naked eye shook the yellow turban soldiers surrounding Chen Fei's body and shook their bodies slightly. The solemn momentum disappeared in an instant, as if they did not exist at the beginning. At the same time, a deep force flowing in Chen Fei's body slowly transformed into the Dantian - after integrating everything into the last sword, the power that reappeared in Chen Fei's body was no longer internal force or holy light, but the light that flowed on Chen Fei's sword. It was no longer as endless as internal force, and it also lost the ability to rescue the holy light, but became... fierce, fierce and invincible!

"Wenle!" Zhang Jiao, the hero who set off the whole chaos, looked at his disciples and said with a somewhat ugly expression: "If we use powerful power to oppress the weak, what is the difference between us and that ****!"

"...No! Disciple, I know my mistake..." He responded with a bit of shame, not knowing that he had just walked on the verge of death. The young man named Wenle slowly retreated, and there was no trace of obstacle between Chen Fei and Zhang Jiao. The middle-aged man's pupils clearly reflected the broken young man in front of him. His body was straight, his face was pale without a trace of blood or vitality, but it made his eyes look darker and deeper, like the cold stars in winter nights, flashing with light that was unaware of.

This is a talented man like a dragon!

But for some reason, Zhang Jiao seemed to see a familiar shadow in him - his unwillingness to fight against him, which made him feel an illusion of looking at him twenty years ago.

"So, why do you want to walk with me? Young man..." Zhang Jiao asked slowly, "Can you tell me your reason?"

"It's very simple..." Chen Fei gently pulled out the long sword from his waist and crossed his chest, and gently tapped the dark golden sword body of the long sword with his middle finger. He said lightly in the clear sound: "In the past five days, I think you are not an ambitious man who conquers the world for his own selfish desires... Then, I really want to know..."

"The Huangtian prosperous era that has been achieved through the roars and dreams of all the weak..."

Amid the sound of words, a sharp and pure aura rose from Chen Fei, a person who was ordinary in the eyes of others, as if he was worshipping the monarch. The long swords in everyone's hands were uncontrollably roaring out of the sheath at this moment. The young man's gentle sigh slowly fell with the long roar of the sword.

"What kind of gorgeous and brilliant light can it bloom..."

...........

Three days later, night.

"Great Master, don't you doubt I'm a member of the court? I've allowed me to join directly." In the temporary camp, Chen Fei and Zhang Jiao sat side by side. The young man added boring branches and leaves to the burning bonfire, while asking casually. "You know, your behavior can be regarded as a rebellion."

"Why? Because what you said... Chen Fei" smiled slightly, and the hero named Zhang Jiao put the pottery bowl in his hand on the ground. His eyes flashed with dazzling light under the reflection of the bonfire, and Chen Fei's words at that time were repeated with a little remembrance. "What kind of gorgeous and brilliant light can the prosperous age of the Huangtian that has been achieved by all the weak roars and dreams..."

"I heard pain and confusion in this sentence. Do you want to find something in my persistence? Chen Fei..."

Click!

A harsh voice interrupted Zhang Jiao's words. The dead branches in Chen Fei's hand were shattered into pieces by a trace of breath that oozed out. The flash of sharpness made the sounds around instantly disappear. Everyone looked at the young man sitting cross-legged in confusion. The atmosphere was stiff and suppressed for a moment, but Zhang Jiao still looked at Chen Fei who had suddenly become silent, and asked slowly: "Chen Fei, can you tell me something?"

"Nothing is nothing, great wise mentor." He raised his head gently, and Chen Fei had a mellow smile on his face, as warm as the autumn afternoon sun, as if the sharpness just now was just an illusion of everyone present. He gently slapped the wooden powder in his hand, Chen Fei slowly stood up and said to the middle-aged man: "It's getting late, Fei wants to go to rest first." Then he bowed slightly and walked to the mat made of hay on the side. Behind him, Wen Le looked at Zhang Jiao gently, "Sir... Chen Fei..."

"He... is the same person as me..."

.....

The obviously lowered voice was easily caught by the young man lying on the straw mat, causing a bitterness to appear on his face, and he sighed slightly.

Yes, the same person, but you still have companions, and I may be alone...

..After all, the one who oppresses me to wait is the noble god!

The so-called gods who almost treat themselves and others as randomly as everything, and their fragile appearance without any power to fight back in front of them, appeared in Chen Fei's dark eyes. A hint of confusion and fragility appeared in Chen Fei's dark eyes.

..Is I... looking for something?..or, what am I running away from...
Chapter completed!