Chapter 26, it's better to start first

Hunting mountain wind, drifting by with cold rain from time to time.

Fat Mo pushed away the hair blown away to cover his eyes by the wind, smiled and did not express his opinion. When he acquiesced, Han Jing said disappointedly, "I decided to call him Fatty in the future and never call him Fat Brother again."

It's not good to pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore. Fatty Mo asked, "Why?"

"People with different appearances are all treacherous and evil. You don't need to respect bad people so much." Shaking her fist, Han Jing threatened, "Fatty, don't want us, or you will look good!"

"Fat brother is really a good man." Fatty Mo shouted with an aggrieved face.

"Ha ha, fat brother is so cute." Han Jing suddenly laughed happily.

Even Fatty Mo was infected by the bright and pure smile, and there was some sincere smile on his fat face. In a flash, an evil light flashed in his little eyes squeezed into fat.

Yang Feng, who had been paying close attention to Fatty Mo, suddenly turned cold and shouted quite bluntly, "A Jing, why don't you practice quickly?"

"Huh?" No one has ever urged himself to practice. When he was shouted by this cheap master, Han Jing was stunned for a moment before she realized it and said happily, "Okay. Master, is it over there?

Following the raised slender hand, Yang Feng absent-mindedly swept the redwood forest pointed by Han Jing and casually answered. When she cheered and ran over, he said to Hanjiang and Ye Guyun, "Go and protect A Jing."

He was not happy with Yang Feng, and he was particularly disgusted with his commanding tone. Han Jiang just wanted to scold "Why listen to you?" Ye Guyun pulled him and chased him in the direction of Han Jing's departure.

It is a long and narrow redwood forest belt that stretches for hundreds of miles. The leaves of redwood are slender, alternately arranged in a feather shape, and evergreen. It is nearly 100 meters high and has a diameter of more than 20 meters. The trunk is straight and perfect. The bark is very thick and the heart is rotten, and the outer layer of the trunk is still intact.

Rushing into the quiet redwood forest, Hanjiang suddenly shook off Ye Guyun's hand and asked, "Why didn't you let me talk? Didn't you see that stinky guy? Why did he give us orders!"

With his chin raised, Ye Guyun smiled and said, "What do you want to see that stinky guy? Isn't it fun to play hide-and-seek with Han Jing?

"Huh? Jing is hiding again?" Looking around, I didn't see Han Jing. Hanjiang turned angry and rubbed his hands and shouted, "Look at me pulled her out."

There are also several redwoods that are thousands of years old behind Hanjiazhuang, but they are all hollow trees. When Han Jing was a child, she liked to hide in hollow trees and let her friends come to find her.

At this time, I saw a higher redwood forest, and I was not happy. When Ye Guyun saw Han Jing slip into the forest, he immediately lost his sight. Naturally, he knew that she must have hidden in a hollow red fir.

"Who will find Jing first?" When Ye Guyun spoke, he had floated out and rushed forward faster than the cold river.

"You are cheating!" Hanjiang screamed and chased after him.

The noise of laughter from the redwood forest was captured in his ears, and Yang Feng couldn't help but be a little upset. Looking at Fatty Mo looking in the direction of the redwood forest, he calmed down and said lightly, "You can find another place to camp. Remember, don't enter the redwood forest."

The faint tone was faintly murderous, which made Fatty Mo and others suffocated. As soon as the pupil closed, Fatty Mo asked, "Is this talking to us?"

"You can think I'm talking to the air." After saying that, Yang Feng turned around and left.

"What arrogant, this boy!" Yang Yu said angrily.

Seeing that Yang Yu did not go to the Redwood Forest, Fatty Mo turned his head towards Yang Yu and whispered, "You have to kill him, so as not to do anything bad."

Yang Feng strolled around leisurely, and didn't know that Yang Yu and other three people followed him. It was so leisurely. I don't know what the bad taste caused him, he deliberately picked some difficult thorny forests to walk through.

I don't know what material Yang Feng's weak shirt is. He walked through the thorny forest and didn't even hang a yarn.

Originally, Yang Yu was still thinking about how to lead him further, so he didn't have to worry about it. However, the thorn forest here is particularly lush and endless. The thorns dancing with the wind are also particularly flexible, and the thorns on the thorns are also particularly sharp. Either their clothes are hooked or their hair is twisted.

The sun shook when I got up early, and it was difficult to penetrate the haze. Clouds piled up overhead, forming heavy skirt-like clouds. The light in the thorny forest is darker.

After the narrow spine forest, it is a gentle slope of green grass.

Yang Feng stopped on the gently raised bullhead-shaped soil slope and slowly turned around.

Yang Yu and three others came out of the spine forest one after another, dispersed, and slowly approached Yang Feng.

Previously, Yang Feng was smiling and gentle most of the time. Even if his superficial cultivation was higher, Yang Yu thought that he had hidden his cultivation, and with three against one, he inevitably despised him a little.

At this time, when he saw Yang Yu and others coming, Yang Feng's momentum changed. Staring into his eyes, Yang Yu and others felt a sharp murderous atmosphere coming to their faces.

The contempt in my heart is like spring snow encountering the scorching sun, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, Yang Yu looked at Yang Feng, with a burst of panic in his heart, as if he saw an ancient fierce beast.

"Do it!"

He was extremely afraid, and Yang Yu decided to do it first. As soon as he shouted, he rushed out fiercely like a hungry wolf, and the two accomplices also rushed out.

Yang Feng, who was in the attack of three people, was not panicked. His body shook, and there was only one shadow left in place, which was shattered by three fierce attacks from the air.

The three attacked together and was so easily avoided by Yang Feng. Yang Yu was even more afraid and blurted out, "There are still two brushes!"

"Are you afraid?" Yang Feng sneered.

"This should be asked of you. There is a way to heaven, but you don't walk, and there is no way to hell. Having said that, Yang Yu and his companions looked more nervous.

"A thief is a thief, and there is no sense of innovation at all. This slogan has been shouted for millions of years and has not been changed. Yang Feng's easy ridicul.

Without the need to fight, Yang Yu's attack speed and strength increased at the same time. Two knife lights, one sword light, three different color attacks were sprinkling out crazily, pulling out a bright light curtain, covering a ten-meter square centered on Yang Feng.

Although the attack was so intensive, he still didn't touch Yang Feng's clothes. His figure shuttled through the gap of the light curtain, swinging around, and moving like clouds and flowing water.

Yang Feng's current posture is obviously a little strange. He is obviously rushing forward, but actually retreating. It looks like an offensive state, but in fact it is dodge. This strange phenomenon subverted Yang Yu's cognition, and the three people's eyes were full of shock.

It seems that under the warm winter sun, the clouds in the sky are pure white, and the light reflected by the snow on the ground reflect each other and change with each other. Between the clouds, there is no trace of drifting, but it drifts away unconsciously.

Yang Yu and others attacked crazily, but even the corners of Yang Feng's clothes were not stained. The more they fought, the more they became.

Under the anger, Yang Yu's sharp murderous spirit became stronger and stronger. Break the cloud with a sword!" With a roar, Huo Jianguang rushed up in front of him, dragged a gorgeous light curtain, and flashed down from the air.

Between the lightning and fire, the sword light curtain has been pressed to the top of the head, and it is about to split Yang Feng from the middle.

As if he saw Yang Feng being split in half, a ferocious smile appeared on Yang Yu's white face.

"Thunderzhan!" Yang Feng also roared, and purple thunder and lightning flashed on his body, condensing into a dazzling knife of light

This "Thunder Chopping" is a long-range attack. The condensed knife of light shot out in a straight line, easily breaking through the gorgeous sword curtain, and the rest of the momentum cut Yang Yu's body.

Yang Yu was about to draw his sword to defend, and his hand withdrew his sword, and his body had been split. Two of his accomplices were shocked, one turned around and fled, and the other slashed with a knife.

The one who had just turned around, and the figure in front of him shook. Yang Feng had flashed in front of him ghostly. He was shocked. Before he could dodge, he was punched on his nose, and his whole nose was smashed down, and his blood was soaring.

"Sorry, it's a little heavier." Yang Feng said seriously, and another fist with purple thunder hit him and punched the other party's head.

"Die!"

Hearing the roar accompanied by the sword roar, Yang Fengping floated out to avoid the fierce sword spirit.

"Boom!"

The sword spirit flew out and exploded a half-human-high stone with amazing power.

"It's not bad. It should be useful to hit mosquitoes." Yang Feng said seriously, as if praising and sarcasm, he was so angry that his opponent was full of smoke, and the offensive was also fierce.

Sword shadows scattered like colorful Luo Ying, blocking Yang Feng's retreat. However, he was not busy at all and began to show off his bodywork again, and kept wandering in the shadow of the sword with his hands behind his hands. The sword was amazing, but he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, which made his opponent roar repeatedly.

"Call me a ghost, fat man, they can't hear it." Yang Feng said lazily, but his eyes became sharp.

Just now, he heard two cold air sounds in the thorny forest. Although the sound was so small that it was almost drowned out by the wind, it did not escape his ears.

"The sword spirit comes from the east!"

Hearing the roar of his opponent, Yang Feng quickly retreated, his body was short, and he rushed out close to the ground.

After applying the "sword spirit from the east", there was no trace of Yang Feng. His opponent screamed in his heart and was about to change his move. There was a slight sound behind him. Suddenly, he felt a pain behind his back. Then, he flew into the air like a ball, and then fell to the ground like a ball of rotten meat, and the ground was twisted** in pain. "It's so cruel. The means!"

The body is as light as Jinghong, and the movements are fast. At the end, the sword came out quietly. Yang Feng was not proud of it. There was a sword like a streamer in the thorn forest and shot in front of him in an instant.

The timing to hold this sword is really good. Yang Feng is simply a target. But after all, he was already on guard. When the cold sword light was only half a finger away from his vest, purple thunder suddenly burst on his body, forming a thin purple energy film to wrap his whole body.