Chapter 41 Twelve Visitors

Originally, the old Taoist priest just glanced at the pony. Although he was a little shocked by its spirituality, it was just that and didn't pay much attention to it. There are not many things that can make him care about. A little horse, no matter how capable he is.

But I didn't know it. I was shocked when I looked at it carefully. This little thing can't be regarded as a horse at all, at least it's not a thoroughbred horse. This is similar to the legendary mount of the Holy Emperor, which is small and spiritual and loyal to the Lord.

The old man is not a mortal. He carefully looked at the unmovable pony and kept "stains" in his mouth.

This little guy's horse head is as tall as a cut, square and heavy, with less meat, like a rabbit's head, and has a good horse face. The horse's eyes are high, full and full, big and bright. His eyes are big and his heart is big, and his heart is fierce and not surprised. At this time, the pony's eyes are as sharp as a knife, big and fierce. Its ears are close to each other and stand forward, small and sharp, like cutting bamboo - like cutting and rushing. Therefore, it is said that if the horse's ear is small, the liver is small, and if the liver is small, it will understand people's wishes. It seems that it is not true.

The little guy's nose is wide and square, and he took a closer look at the red color in his nose. If the nose is big, the lungs are big, and you can run. No wonder it came so quickly at the beginning. The more you look at it, the more interested you are. The little guy's long mouth is hiss, and his voice is thunderous. Although it is still a little immature, it does not affect its invincible voice.

It's not that the old Taoist is clumsy, but because the little guy is too small to see it now. Only by looking carefully can you find the extraordinaryness of the little guy. The old Taoist priest has observed for a long time. He looked at Qin Feng again and sighed.

"God's will is so, God's will is so."

The little guy is indeed extraordinary. The old Taoist priest has thought of a lot. The world is in chaos. Qin Feng has the appearance of an emperor, and now there is a little guy who looks like the mount of the Holy Emperor. The old Taoist priest was originally a man outside the mountain. He practiced in the deep mountains and was only recognized as a living immortal by the world. I don't know how many years I haven't been out of the mountain. This time, I felt guided and met Qin Feng, the emperor, which is God's will.

Shaking his head, he found a stone and sat down, waiting for Bai Feng.

The floating camp is not a camp, but actually a place where the floating people gather together.

Guo Jia lay on the ground, and Xi Zhicai was looking at the dense forest from time to time. He is very worried about Qin Feng. Although Qin Feng is good at martial arts, he is not old and inexperienced. It's the first time to kill someone, otherwise I wouldn't have vomited so fiercely at the beginning. I haven't come back for so long, and I can't worry.

The little pony also ran away, perhaps because he sensed Zifeng was in danger. The little guy was very smart, but he knew it very well. Bai Feng also went there later, but for so long, there was no news at all, and Xi Zhicai couldn't leave. He was really at a loss.

The people around are also sad, crying and burying their lost relatives, and the bad drama talent in their hearts is even more panicked. Guo Jia fainted and hasn't woken up yet. If he hadn't breathed normally, he wouldn't have been sure that Guo Jia was still alive.

At this time, Xi Zhi knew that the outside world was not as ideal as imagined. I remembered that I was talking loudly in the college, in high spirits, and my mouth was full of bitterness. How painful it was.

Lao San is right. It's better to travel thousands of miles than to write thousands of books. But Lao San, where are you now? If something happens, how can we have the face to go back? At this moment, Xi Zhi felt that he seemed to have grown a lot and matured much more than before.

Sitting beside Guo Jia, staring at the disappearing forest of Bai Feng not far away, he fell into meditation.

"Sum"

With movement, Xi Zhicai suddenly stood up and grabbed his sword around him, and his eyes were burning. He has made the worst plan. If the person is a man in black, it means that Lao San is no longer there, and he knows how many catties he has.

There is no other way but to go to Huangquan together.

came, more than one person, not Bai Feng.

A group of people were reflected in Xi Zhicai's pupils. Yes, a group of people came.

What is strange is that these people are not young, and there are even elderly people. Of course, these people will not be exiles. From their clothes, it can be seen that there are many guards holding swords, which are obviously like domestic soldiers. These people are not simple, and Xizhi quickly came to a conclusion, at least it was either a big family or those who could not come out of the hidden world.

Soon, Xi Zhi found another thing that these people were not a group. Although they are together, Weijing is clear, even the breath is different, and their clothes are different. Looking at the people coming, Xi Zhicai arranged him as an enemy or a friend, but the other party did not say anything, and there was no Xi Zhicai.

More and more people are coming, and the drama talent is very shocked. These people are already more than the people in black, and they are still increasing. The atmosphere was very strange. No matter how many people came, they didn't say anything, as if they were still waiting for someone.

"Haha, you're all here. I'm late."

At this time, a powerful laugh came from the dense forest, and an old man in black came out.

It seems that there are all the people, and the play has a mental calculation, and there are a total of twelve. The purpose of these twelve Weijing forces seems to be the same. What is it? In this way, they move so many people. Those people do not have a simple ambition to choose not to speak, which may have nothing to do with themselves and others.

However, it backfired.

"This descendant, I have something to ask you. I don't know if you can answer?"

The laughing old man asked Xi Zhicai, with a kind smile on his face, which made people couldn't help being close to a kind old man.

"Old gentleman, I don't know what's going on. If the younger generation knows, I will definitely know everything."

"Okay, where's your third brother?"

The old man came straight to the point. With the old man's question, the rest of them looked straight and stared at Xi Zhicai. Xi Zhicai didn't expect the old man to ask this. He was a little caught off guard, but he only returned to normal in an instant. The old man nodded with a smile, as if he was very satisfied with Xi Zhicai's performance.

These people are here for the third brother. I don't know whether they are enemies or friends. If they are enemies, they would rather die than surrender. If you are a friend, you can still ask them for help and find your third brother. Bai Feng hasn't come back yet, and I don't know what's going on. Xizhicai is a delicate person, but he can leave a name in history. From this point of view, he is not a simple figure. Although he is small now, he has just experienced great changes and is more cautious.

"Old sir, if the third brother is offended, I will take the third brother to apologize. I don't know what's wrong with you looking for the third brother?"

"Ha ha, little guy, don't worry. We don't have any sadish with you. We just look at this born child prodigy."

There is no festival, just want to see the third brother, and so many people come. No, I'm afraid the comer is not good. The drama just tightens the sword in his hand. Even if he knows that it has no effect, it can add some confidence to his heart.

"Ha ha, Mr. Mo, just say it directly. It seems that people don't trust you very much. That's your son. To put it bluntly, you don't have to pretend in front of me."

Xi Zhicai hasn't spoken yet, and another old man came out to speak directly. If Qin Feng's father is here, he will definitely recognize who the old man is.

"Haha, old man Hua, you can't say that."

"I won't tell you, little friend, just tell me. I still have something to do with your third brother."

The old man surnamed Hua ignored Mr. Mo and said to Xi Zhicai.

"Mr. Hua, don't say anything. Hurry up. We killed the man in black, but Qin Feng hasn't seen him yet. I have a bad feeling."

A middle-aged man came out to speak. His eyes were as sharp as a knife and his whole body was fierce. He was not like an old man who was sullen and warm, but like a general who had been fighting all year round. That was murderous, fierce battlefield spirit and military spirit.

The drama is confused. Who are these people? They killed the man in black, which shows that they are not with the man in black, but what should they do?

"Well, little friend, your third brother is the son of the old man Mo. He won't hurt your third brother. Tell me."

Xi Zhicai was helpless, and he didn't know. Now he can only gamble and borrow their hands to find Lao San. When he made up his mind, Xi Zhi looked at Mr. Mo, who spoke first. He felt that Mr. Mo was the most reliable.

"We were attacked and killed. Zifeng wanted to be angry and hadn't come back to chase the man in black. Our companions looked for it, but they haven't come back yet. I'm also very worried, but I can't leave with Gu Erdi. You know Zifeng and please help him.

After saying that, Xi Zhicai knelt down fiercely. The third brother did not know his life and death, and the second brother was unconscious, leaving him alone. There was nothing he could do.

Mo Lao helped him up and sighed.

"Well, in fact, we have been falling behind you, but the group of people in black found us and we left you. Later, I woke up and came back. When I came back, I saw people in black fleeing everywhere. We killed those people and found that the prince was missing.

"So that's it. The prince said that there was someone behind us, and there was more than one person, that was you?"

"What? Do you think Qin Feng found us?

"I don't know, but it may be."

Xi Zhicai didn't care about the man's unreasonableness and said plainly. Then he put down his sword, sat next to Guo Jia, and stopped talking.

Mo Lao saw this and motioned to the old man Hua.

The old man surnamed Hua came over and squatted down to pick up Guo Jia's hand. Xi Zhicai was about to stop it, but he didn't expect that Mr. Mo's words made him stunned.

"Let him see, he is a self-proported doctor."

Guo Jia suffered an arrow injury and fell into a coma. He only dealt with it slightly, but the arrow was not pulled out, and he didn't quite understand it. Now there is such a person who knows medical skills, which is better than a layman himself, so he can only be taken care of by this old man surnamed Hua.

For a little time, the old man surnamed Hua got up, recruited an entourage, took out some herbs from a box, and then grinded it. He took out another knife and roasted it on the fire next to him.

"Sum"

Xi Zhicai only felt a flash in front of his eyes. The old man surnamed Hua had pulled out the arrow and applied the medicine to the wound. The speed was unspeakable, and he deserved to dared to be a magic doctor.

Hu Zhicai hurriedly thanked him. It was a big worship, kneeling on the ground to worship.

"Sir, don't forget the kindness of saving my life!"

Xi Zhi knew that these people might have taken action because of the third brother, so he thanked them in the name of the three. Obviously, the effect was good, and those people laughed.

"Okay, tell me where the prince came from." Seeing this, Mr. Mo knew that there was nothing wrong, so he asked.

"Over there!"

"Okay, I'll leave first and find the prince. You can stay here. If the prince comes back, you can ask the prince to wait for me for a moment, okay?"

Mo Lao explained to Xi Zhicai.

"Ye"

Seeing the drama, they agreed, and those people left and turned to Qin Feng to disappear in the woods.

Leave the talent in place and silently think about who these people are and whether their words are credible. Although Xizhi was just like that, in fact, this is the truth. Except for the old man surnamed Hua who saved Guo Jia, who showed his true feelings at that time, everything else was pretending. This is change.

Lao San, I hope you are fine, and Xi Zhi muttered.

At this time, a sound came from the dense forest not far away.