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An hour later.
Zhao Wujiang stood up, looked at the autumn scenery, and sighed.
"What's your surname? Where do you live?" Su Huayi's eyes trembled, and her heart went crazy. Zhao Wujiang's sighing eyes just now were also caught in her eyes. At this moment, the peach blossom eyes were full of water, with murderous intent. Regret is overwhelming.
Zhao Wujiang did not look back and said calmly:
"What? You're not full and you want to go to my house to continue eating?"
Su Huayi bit her red lips tightly on her beautiful face, with traces of blood oozing out, like a cuckoo crying blood, and she roared in shame:
"Hiding your head and face, you don't dare to tell me your name. Are you so cowardly? Are you afraid that I, Su Huayi, will take your life?"
"Just now, when your heart was trembling and your love was lost, didn't you call me good brother?" Zhao Wujiang looked sideways, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Can't you just continue to call me good brother?
Tsk tsk, the saint tastes really good..."
"Ah!" Su Huayi shouted angrily, breathing heavily and blushing.
...
Outside the mountain forest, two people, Jia, Er and San, and four elders from the Hehuan Sect were searching for Zhao Wujiang and his two men.
They fought fiercely at first. The two of them, Jia Ersan and Jia Nineteen, had higher cultivation than the four elders of Hehuan Sect, and their knowledge was mixed, so the four elders were unable to defeat them.
The six people were in a stalemate, and the more they fought, the more they became full of fighting spirit. But later, while fighting, the six people realized that something was wrong. Both their master and the saint disappeared, and they did not know where they went.
They fought and retreated while searching for traces, tracking all the way to this mountain forest.
Finally, Jia 23 discovered that Zhao Wujiang was walking out with his upper body exposed. He exclaimed and hurriedly greeted him with Jia 19. They were extremely anxious, thinking that something unexpected had happened to Zhao Wujiang.
They had all sensed the surge in the cultivation level of the Saint of Hehuan Sect before, but they were unable to take action for a while, thinking that Zhao Wujiang would be defeated and at least injured, but now it seems that Zhao Wujiang is not in serious trouble.
This can't help but frighten them. How much strength does Mr. Zhao hide? Why can he escape from the hands of a strong man at the top of the fourth rank?
Also shocked were the four elders of the Hehuan Sect. They knew that the saint had used a secret method to hunt down the man in the bronze mask. But now that the man in the mask came out intact, their hearts were turned upside down.
Where is the saint? The saint's level of cultivation can't defeat this black-robed bronze man? Who is this man? With such cultivation, why is he not famous in the world?
The saint is missing. Did something unexpected happen? They were anxious because something unexpected had happened to the saint. According to the sect's regulations, the elders who protected the saint suffered from the love poison brought down by the sect.
"Boy, where is our Hehuan Sect Saint?" the elder yelled angrily, his cultivation surged again, and he pointed directly at Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang recalled the scene of the two fighting when he was swallowed by desire, pointed to the depths of the mountain forest, and said with a faint smile:
“Just adjust your breath inside.
We just played the piano, drank tea, and played chess...
She must be tired. "
When the four elders of the Hehuan Sect heard Zhao Wujiang's answer, they were startled and doubtful, and quickly flew away deep into the mountain forest.
"Pavilion Master, isn't she chasing you? Why are you still playing the piano, drinking tea and playing chess?"
Monk A, 19 feet and 2 feet, was confused.
Zhao Wujiang unconsciously reached out and shook his waist:
"You are still young and don't understand a woman's thoughts..."
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