The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

Xishan, in the dense forest on the dark side.

There were only a few people in Wanqingyuan who were willing to leave with them, and the rest went down the mountain silently.

Wan Ling put medicine on his back, endured the pain, and looked sadly at some of the people who had left.

There were dozens or hundreds of people in the entire Wanqingmen, no matter how bad it was. And now there are only a dozen of them left.

Even Yao Hansheng...

"Sorry, Master, I..." Yao Han is indeed loyal, but he still has his family in Xuanjingcheng. There are wives, children and parents. No matter how righteous he is, he will never escape with Wanqingmen...

"You can think about it. Now if you don't leave with us, in case Chi Jingjun finds you." Wan Ling whispered.

"Think about it, I can't give up my family, my son is only five years old..." Yao Hansheng bowed his head and said guilt. Even if he surrendered and was dragged to join the army, he admitted.

Like him, there are many others. This is the sadness of the school.

When they are prosperous, relying on the network of connections of these local middle-level disciples, they can be like spiders, intertwined, and form power groups.

But once it encounters a higher level of suppression.

These network connections, on the contrary, will become their constraints.

Let it fall apart overnight.

"...I understand." Wan Ling's hand in his long sleeves tightened gently, but loosened it weakly.

She couldn't help looking at Wei He who was silent.

The scene in the forest before, couldn't help but resurfaced before her eyes.

"Sorry." Yao Hansheng finally held his fist and bowed to the others around him.

He looked at Wan Ling, hesitated again and again, after all, he went down to the mountain with his luggage.

"Sorry, Master."

"I will never spread the rain to gather the clouds."

"Master, take care."

It was quiet for a while, and Yao Hansheng took the lead. One by one inner court disciples, three blood martial artists, also began to leave one after another sadly.

At this point, if you don't want to involve your family, the only way is to surrender.

They are all children of the local family, and surrender generally will not encounter trouble, at most they will face some punishment.

Three-blood martial artists like them, the main punishment, the custom is to fill the army.

There are a large number of three-blood masters in the army, and many of them come from this way.

Although they have no real combat experience in their moves, the realm of vitality and blood is there. As long as they practice hard and spend some time learning to cooperate, they can also become usable combat power.

The night breeze was blowing, and most of the people in the woods disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Only Wan Ling, Wei He, and Wan Qingqing who had passed out of a coma were led.

The rest are old disciples in the inner courtyard, or their family members are gone, or they are originally orphans.

Such a person who has nothing to worry about can dare to advance and retreat with the Wanqingmen frankly.

There were twelve people left. There are ten women, two men, five of whom are over forty.

The twelve were still practicing martial arts, when they suddenly heard that Wanqingmen was intercepted and killed by the Chijing Army, they were as frightened, but they were helpless, Wanqingmen was their home.

There is nowhere to go but to stay. This is the situation of the remaining twelve people at this time.

One by one, their panic and panic glances all gathered on the head of the hospital Wan Ling. Waiting for her instructions.

"President, what should we do now? Where are we going to withdraw?" Among the remaining people, the woman with the highest cultivation base asked in a low voice.

The woman's long hair is tied into a ponytail, her eyes are sharp, and there is a scar on the corner of her eyes. Although her appearance is not beautiful, she gives a ferocious and aggressive impression.

This person's surname is Pan Mingrui, who is over fifty years old and is the strongest and oldest of all the people left.

Everyone always calls her sister Rui. Old people in the inner courtyard often like to seek mediation from her when they encounter disputes. So this person is not bad in prestige.

Her speech at this time, to a certain extent, represented the aspirations of all the disciples present.

Wan Ling was also at a loss.

Chi Jingjun's movements were too sudden. Suddenly she was not ready at all.

"Master, I have a place to go." Wei He suddenly said from the side.

"Where to go?" Wan Ling was taken aback and looked at him quickly.

I don't know why, since seeing Wei Hedu killing You Muxuan and a large number of soldiers, she has become dependent on him inexplicably.

Although when he came back, Wei He explained that he was just a trick, not a hard-handed effort, but a poison to kill so many pursuers.

But if only a few people were poisoned to death, it would still be understandable, so many people were killed...

All that was left in Wan Ling's heart was panic.

Such a method is no longer as simple as simply poisoning, but close to plague.

This also caused Wan Ling to come back all the way, completely not knowing what attitude he should use to face this disciple he once thought was very ordinary.

"From here, continue to the west, pass two hills, and walk about 20 miles north, there will be a continuous mountain range, which the locals call Heiwu Mountain.

The poison barrier spreads in the Heiwu Mountain, with many poisonous insects and groups of different animals, which is the most suitable hiding place. Wei He said calmly.

"Poison barriers, poisonous insects, and other animals, is there a solution?" Wan Ling asked seriously.

"These disciples have their own means to solve them. Before, my disciples often went in to collect materials when making medicine, so I was very familiar with them. If the master trusts him, I will bring everyone with me."

Wei He's calmness and calmness made Wanling's conviction even higher.

She just thought briefly and nodded immediately.

"Okay. We will be with you, and you will lead the way."

Wei He also didn't expect that one of the retreats he had previously found for himself and the second sister would actually come in handy now.

It's just that the second sister Wei Ying is still with Zhenqi at this time...

When he thought of this layer, a haze flashed in his heart.

‘I hope that Zhenqi can see the situation of Tianyin Gate and don’t approach this side stupidly. ’

He naturally has a way to contact Zhenqi, otherwise he would not be willing to let her pick up the second sister from time to time.

Just contact now, it's not the time yet.

"Is everything packed?" Wei He asked aloud.

Wan Ling nodded.

"Well, the two meat farms will be out of the different species. There are also golden tickets, meat and other things that are convenient to take away, and they are all packed together. Everyone brings some, just to take away. It's just that after this day, we will eat. ...."

"It's okay, there are a lot of ingredients in the Heiwu Mountain, but you need to be careful with ferocious animals. Then it will be good to find suitable animals to make meat fields." Wei He smiled.

"That's good." Wan Ling nodded.

"Then let's go first. I'm afraid Chi Jingjun might arrive at any time." Wei Hedao.

"Good." Wan Ling nodded again.

The two strange attitudes and conversations were faintly revealed. Wan Ling seemed to be led by Wei He's suggested attitude.

This made Pan Rui and the others weird, and their eyes kept turning between Wanling and Wei He.

"Master pay attention to take everyone to keep up. If you have any doubts, you can ask aloud."

Wei Heyi took the lead, leaping up and speeding away towards the west.

Wan Ling took Wan Qingqing and jumped up lightly with Pan Rui and others, followed closely behind.

In an instant, a group of ten people disappeared deep in the forest.

With Qingqing on her back, Wan Ling tried her best to put her steps lightly. After taking the healing medicine and taking such a period of rest, she recovered a little bit of strength.

At this time, it might not work for her to fight against a master of the same level, but it's okay just to hurry.

Although Wan Qingqing's injury was terrifying, after removing the bandage of the flying knife, the bleeding was stopped, and the bone forging warrior's powerful self-healing power began to show.

The wound quickly coagulated on its own and blocked the bleeding mouth. The clogged blood vessel was gently dredged by Wanling's strength.

Such an injury can return to normal as long as it takes a few months of rest.

Wan Ling's emotions were complicated. Looking at Wei He's tall and burly figure in front of her, she didn't know why, but she felt a touch of peace of mind.

This is a feeling she has never felt before.

In the dense forest, the Wanqingyuan people's shadows passed by quickly, and they galloped toward the west.

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A purple eagle falcon passed by in midair.

The sharp eagle eyes, with traces of hatred, stared at the galloping group of people below.

The eagle falcon glides for a while, then turns back and dives.

Passing through a large forest, it soon fell on a stout man's arm.

The eagle falcon whispered a few times, flapping its wings to cooperate with the movement, as if conveying some news.

After listening carefully, the man turned and knelt on one knee toward the back.

"My lord, according to the news from Master You's love eagle, the murderer who killed Master You is rushing to the west in the direction of Heiwu Mountain. He is likely to plan to enter Heiwu Mountain to avoid our pursuit."

In the rear, Zhou Xingtong and the elites of the Golden Penalty Department of Chijing Army stood in the dark and listened quietly.

"Can you stop it?" a lieutenant asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, their speed depends on the weakest three blood, and they also carry heavy luggage. We chase with a few elite masters, and we should be able to catch up before entering the Black House Mountain." The man quickly said.

"My lord..." The adjutant started to speak, but Zhou Xingtong stopped him with his hand.

"You are too slow, I will stop people first."

He looked up at the crescent moon in the middle of the night.

"It's been a long time since I killed someone at this time. Poison master? Hey."

He threw the steel whip to his deputy and took off his armor, helmet, arm guards, and leg guards.

Wearing only a gray outfit, he moved his body.

"My lord, is it too risky?" The adjutant hesitated.

"It's okay. Do you think I have never encountered a poisonous master from the Rebellion Army on the battlefield?" Zhou Xingtong sneered. "Well, get ready to march in a hurry. They can't run!"

He bowed and bent over with his bare hands.

Bang! !

Two small pits were exploded on the ground, and people had turned into sharp arrows and rushed into the distant night forest.

Under the dim light and shadow, the person turned into a phantom in an instant and disappeared.

His speed at this time was actually much faster than when he singled out the nine sons of Tianyin.

In the dense forest, the fog gradually filled.

The tall and straight trees loomed in the white fog and turned into pitch black.

The fog seemed to glow with light, pure white light, and the trees turned into some terrible and strange dark shadow.

The dew-dropped leaves on the ground reflected a pale white light, which seemed to be covered with a carpet of white light spots.

The closer the Heiwu Mountain is, the more mysterious the scene in the forest.

puff!

Wei He stopped abruptly, then looked back and squinted.

The dark woods behind him were mixed with white mist, and there was nothing to see.

"What's the matter?" Pan Rui followed right behind and immediately stopped to ask.

She stopped, and all the remaining disciples of Wanqingmen stopped one after another.

Finally, Wan Ling, who was carrying Wan Qingqing on his back, also condensed his eyes, sensing something, turning his head and looking back.

"Someone is coming, and the speed is not slow." Wan Ling said solemnly.

"I will stay and deal with the chasing soldiers, you continue to move forward. Remember, don't let go of the medicine pills under your tongue."

Wei He turned back and walked back.

"Go together!" Wan Ling said anxiously. "I've been here, there are drug barriers everywhere, is it possible that the person behind dare to continue?"

Wei He got down and listened to the ground.

"He didn't stop, his footsteps were heavy, and there was only one person. You go first, and I will catch up when I solve it."

"Yes..." Wan Ling wanted to say something else.

"No but." Wei He squinted at her.

Wan Ling was silent.

"Well, you must be careful! We don't have you to lead the way, it is difficult to settle in the Black House Mountain."

"Don't worry." Wei He stood up, took out a pair of white silk gloves from his pocket and put them on gently.

The conversation between the two of them made Pan Rui and the others weird, but it was hard to say anything at this time. Can only endure.

Obviously, something may have happened before that caused the head of the hospital to dominate Wei He's opinions.

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She knew that to stay, with her badly injured body, Wan Qingqing who was still in a coma, and one vote of three blood, it was Wei He's drag.

Therefore, leaving quickly at this time is the right approach.

The group of people quickly flew over their clothes, quickly skimmed into the depths of the dense forest, and disappeared into the fog.

Wei He was left behind, moved his fingers, his face was calm, and he walked back and forth.

Since there is only one person, there is no need to hide anything.

By now, it doesn't matter whether you hide your cultivation or not. After this time, Wanqingmen was determined to be a wanted criminal.

So no matter what, just seek to maximize the harvest.

There was only one reason why Chi Jingjun dared to catch up.

That is, they haven't died enough...