Chapter 57 Reentry into the Cave

Yan Song, Yan Feng and others followed all the way out of Ye Nancheng and simply brazenly maintained a distance of dozens of meters from the Wuya Sword School led by the big man. Once Xiao Wei in the hands of the big man had something to do, Yan Song would rush forward without saying a word.

And the big man's heart, which was hung by too many deaths and injuries on his side, was slowly put down, because from the people who followed him, he increasingly felt that what he was holding in his hand was not an ordinary life-saving straw.

The remnants of the Wuya Sword School and the Sima family retreated carefully, while Yan Song, Yan Feng and others always kept a distance from them. The two groups stopped and walked. Unconsciously, two hours had passed, and they went deep into the valley of love.

At this time, someone from the Sima family stood up and said to the big man, "Three elders, among the five people who followed us, one of the two adults is the former patriarch of the Yan family, and the other is the current patriarch. He is still a swordsmith. And the one led by the three thieves is also the seedling of the swordsmith. At a young age, he can use his spiritual power! Don't miss the opportunity and never lose it again. We'd better surround them and get rid of them in one fell swoop!"

The big man stared at the Sima family angrily and spat, "Bulls! There are swordsmiths and patriarchs. Half of us died at the hands of these people just now! Now we still have more than 30 people left. If your Sima family wants to be extinct, just rush up. My Wuya Sword School can't afford to do this losing business!"

Seeing that the Sima family hurriedly retreated to the crowd and stopped talking, the big man hummed coldly and looked at the five people of Yan Song and said in a low voice, "Hum, a small Ye Nanyan family actually wants to fight against my Wuya Sword School. It's really looking for death! Don't worry, let's continue to withdraw. Zhou Qing, you can do your best. I order you to rush back to the Wuya Sword School to inform the elders and Changmen to prepare in advance, and it's better to set an ambush on the road!"

A disciple in the Wuya Sword School arched his hand to the big man, turned around, and the arrows under his feet were flying, leaving a few shadows in front of him, and then disappeared at the end of the dense forest.

The big man looked at the crowd with satisfaction. He made a move with his left hand, and his right hand continued to hold Xiaowei, who was tied in chains, and led more than 30 people to retreat to the Valley of Love. This time, they no longer relied on the hostages in their hands and walked leisurely, but greatly accelerated their speed. Soon, a group of people hid into the depths of the dense forest.

"They accelerated. It seems that they want to get rid of us. It's not a way to chase us like this. We have to think of a plan to save Xiaowei!" Yan Song looked at the crowd escaping in the distance, looked a little nervous and said hurriedly.

Yan Feng frowned slightly and asked Yan Song, "How many weapons are there in the ring?"

"There are more than ten Xuan soldiers, and there are more than 30 ordinary iron swords." Yan Song has been thinking about the eight swords used by Yan Feng before flying together, and he can also rely on spiritual power to control the sword, so he put a lot of weapons in the ring to wait for the need from time to time.

"Well," Yan Feng nodded and said to Yan Yi and others, "Yan Song and I worked hard. We grabbed them in front of them, found a suitable place, set up a sword array, and waited for them to suddenly attack, and then everyone took advantage of the chaos to rescue Xiaowei."

Yan Yi and several people nodded. Yan Song said, "I have a good place to go, that is, the hill where Grandpa died. The terrain under the hill is very suitable for arranging the sword array. Uncle, let's speed up our pace and we should be there in three days."

"Okay, it's there, and it's also an Account for your grandfather!" Yan Feng patted Yan Song on the shoulder and looked at Yan Yi and others, "Then we will go there and spend two days to make a sword array. You should arrive in five or six days, and I will pick you up at that time."

Seeing Yan Yi and several people nodding, he and Yan Song stood up, a little under their feet, and their bodies soared into the air. They both rushed out of the dense forest, lit the top of the forest, and flew to the right front. Yan Yi led Yan Yan and Yan Li to continue to track the footprints of the Wuyi Sword School ahead.

Yan Feng and Yan Song, as light as a wild goose, have moved forward dozens of meters, and their feet are 100 meters in a hurry. As a Xuanshi Yan Feng, although he learned the virtual walking method later than his nephew, it is more skillful to use. Often in a few steps, he can throw Yan Song out of ten or 20 meters.

And Yan Song was not convinced. He raised Xuanqi and insisted on keeping up with his uncle's figure. After bypassing the Wuya Sword School and the Sima family, the two of them took a look in the right direction and went straight forward. Along the way, the two rarely walked on the ground. Two white shadows, wild geese, floated on the lush dense forest, like a light figure on the blue lake, thousands of miles of rivers and rivers, let me fly across!

During the period, the two stopped twice, ate some game in the dense forest to satisfy their hunger, rested for a few hours, and then continued to travel. Three days later, the bare hill appeared in front of them.

"Auncle, why don't you go to the cave first?" Yan Song looked at the mountain and remembered his grandfather's bones.

I never thought of Yan Feng's secret: "No, it's not too late. It's not too late to check the surrounding terrain immediately, and it's not too late to go there after setting up the sword array."

Yan Song looked at Yan Feng, nodded and stopped talking. Together, the two carefully checked the surrounding terrain. Two hours later, Yan Feng had a clear understanding of the surrounding terrain. The two began to be busy. In the evening, under the guidance of Yan Feng, Yan Song carefully made a sword room behind one rock after another, or among the trees, or on the tree poles.

These more than 200 sword rooms are strange, some can be blocked by a leaf, some are hidden behind a piece of bark, some are pressed under the rock, and some are hidden in the animal hole between the grass.

The next day, the two woke up and were about to continue to make sword formation, but they suddenly heard small footsteps approaching, like a beaver rushing towards this side with extremely fast steps. The spiritual power of the two reached out at the same time and caught each other's figure: it turned out to be the disciple in purple sent by the big man four days ago.

Although the two did not hear the big man give the order to the Wuya Sword School disciple, they could guess that it was inseparable, so they stood in the middle of the road without saying anything. They stood in the middle of the road as a matter of course. Before the purple disciple came quickly and could stop to see the other party clearly, they were rushed behind by Yan Feng and crossed the sword. It was on his neck.

Under forced inquiry, the two learned from the young man in purple that the big man wanted to return to the Wuyi Sword School to report the news, and then sent someone to set an ambush on the road! Looking at each other, the two did not say anything, ending the life of the young man in purple.

After doing this, Yan Feng took out a coil of spool from his sleeve, which was wrapped in extremely thin and hard silkworm jade silk. Yan Feng ordered Yan Song to put all the swords in the ring into the sword room, and then he twisted the silkworm jade silk between the grass and stone rocks, connecting the tip of all the swords, and dividing them into two groups on both sides of the road.

This busy day. When it was dark, the two of them finally arranged the sword array. Yan Song looked around with satisfaction, then looked at Yan Feng and said gratefully, "Thank you this time."

"Big uncle understands you and knows that this is not your impulsive decision." Yan Feng patted Yan Song on the shoulder with a smile, and then looked at the mountain opposite him. "It's getting late. Let's go there and have a look. I guess the group of Wuya Jianpai will come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Yan Song led Yan Feng into the forest, and then walked along the Kangzhuang Avenue "explored" by the previous python to the top of the mountain and walked into the cave. Along the way, there were sword marks and knife marks, even a rocky with edges and corners seemed to tell the tragic siege ten years ago: the Wuya Sword School and the Di family forced a swordsmith to be in a desperate situation... And all this was related to Yan Yi's wife Sima Ruyu...

coincidentally, when Yan Song and Yan Feng looked at each other, a murderous intention flashed from the corners of their eyes. They could even feel that what the other party wanted to kill and what they thought was in their hearts was a person: Yan Ke. There is also a sect: the Endless Sword School!

"Let's rest in this hole tonight!" Yan Feng looked around, then walked to a corner and sat down. Yan Song nodded, went to another corner and sat down, leaning on the stone wall.

"Hmm?" As soon as Yan Feng fell to the ground, his body suddenly trembled and immediately sat up.

Yan Song was shocked. Just as he was about to ask, Yan Feng suddenly raised his hand to signal his quietness, and then his eyes began to shift. He said that he would look at it with his eyes, or rather visit the stone room back and forth with his spirit. Slowly, he seemed to have found something and began to stand up, and his eyes looking around were also a little higher.

Yan Song didn't know why. Seeing Yan Feng's action, he hurriedly sat up straight and dispersed his mental strength. He wanted to explore what was suspicious, but he did not find anything wrong.

At this time, Yan Song's eyes had been raised higher. He had raised his head and looked at the stone wall above. His eyes swam back and forth on the stone wall above his head, and finally stared at a place without blinking.

Looking at Yan Feng's expression, Yan Song dissipated his mental strength again and dissipated in the direction of his uncle's eyes. It lasted for a long time, but he still didn't find anything. He couldn't help asking, "Big uncle, have you found anything?"

Yan Feng nodded, stared at the place above his head without blinking, and muttered, "There seems to be something hidden on this rock wall..."

"Hidden something?" Yan Song was shocked when he heard the words and came to Yan Feng in a few steps, "Why can't I feel it?"

"This thing is wrapped in a spiritual boundary. Not to mention you, I almost didn't feel it." Yan Feng said, pointed to the place he was looking at, and then said, "Look here, someone should have used a strong mysterious force to throw the object into the stone wall, and then took a stone at will and threw it there with deep mysterious power. Due to its strong internal strength, the stones not only did not break when they touched the rocks above, but were bonded together under strong pressure.

Yan Song nodded and looked over. Seeing that there was indeed a circle of irregular lines there, he held the love sword in his hand and then said to Yan Feng, "Big uncle, let me, I'll try!"

Yan Feng gave way to the side, and Yan Song openly pulled out the love wind sword. A little under his feet, his body soared into the air. During a few roundabouts, the emerald sword waved the opportunity: "Panlong went to sea!"

At the end of Yan Song's words, the sword-shaking style in Tianxuan Seven turned the long sword in his hand into a whirlwind and splitting towards the rock above. When the cold light passed, debris flew and sparks splashed everywhere. Then, a whole rock with a round vertebra was cut down by Yan Song.

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment and looked at Yan Song's eyes unconsciously blinking: "Good boy, I don't think ordinary people can play your sword road! From the previous broken finger, to Liu Yunzhan, to the heavenly swordsman...haha..."

"Duncle, actually I--"

"Don't say!" Yan Song wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yan Feng. At this time, as he walked to the rock that fell to the ground, he said, "I know that genius has never been a card according to common sense."

PS: As a digression, there have been rumors on the Internet recently that there is a mushroom-shaped flower that is very beautiful and has only been blooming in Japan. Many people really want to see what it looks like in the Philippines...