Cui Yuanyang was extremely surprised and opened his acupuncture points: "Are you okay?"
Zhao Changhe relaxed his muscles and smiled with a smile on his face.
Fortunately, you didn't say that you only learned acupuncture but not acupuncture.
Although he failed to return to normal, the uncomfortable feeling of all kinds of debuffs did subside, especially since the wound was well treated, the wound was covered with bandages, and the poison was removed, so he felt much better immediately. Coupled with the medicines that Cui Yuanyang fed to replenish qi and blood and aphrodisiac, which were unexpectedly suitable for his current situation, the pain of blood disorder was gradually eliminated, and the fatigue was also recovered a lot.
Although it is still not very good, it is no longer a problem to fight in a less intense battle, and there is much room for improvement.
The purpose of coming to the woods to rest was to achieve such a result, and the current result is better than expected.
"Yangyang is indeed not a dragster, but my partner in the common enemy." Zhao Changhe couldn't help but rubbed her head and said with a smile: "I will do it now."
Looking at his smiling face, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt that all the panic just now disappeared.
Now if I try it again, I won’t fall down even if I get hooked! I even forgot that I can do Qinggong...
The footsteps outside were getting closer, and the light of torches could already be faintly seen, and someone might discover their location at any time.
Cui Yuanyang's heart was in his throat, but Zhao Changhe didn't leave in a hurry. He glanced left and right, picked up a stone and jumped up to the tree branch. He placed the stone slightly tilted on the tree branch, looking like it was about to collapse at any time.
Then he got off the tree, pulled Cui Yuanyang and quietly slipped towards Qinghe.
After about a moment of slipping away, the stone that had just been placed finally fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.
"Over there!" Countless people's voices sounded, and there was a chaos of war.
Far away, Zhao Changhe pulled Cui Yuanyang and hid behind the bushes, watching helplessly as a group of people who were about to encounter them rushed back towards the original road, shouting and screaming.
"Let's go." Zhao Changhe pulled Cui Yuanyang and fled away quickly. No one even noticed the rustling of the footsteps caused by the two people's accelerated pace, because there were too many footsteps everywhere at this time...
Cui Yuanyang really felt at peace in his heart. As long as he was there, there would be no problems.
"Don't be careless." Zhao Changhe whispered: "Now only most people are attracted, and there are scattered people scattered everywhere... here."
Following the words, he pulled Cui Yuanyang and suddenly ran away and hid behind a bush.
Three people came forward with torches.
Zhao Changhe silently leaned into Cui Yuanyang's ear: "I will count three to two and move together. I will kill the two taller ones. You kill the shortest one. Then squeeze my hand when you receive it."
Cui Yuanyang's ears were itching, and his face had already been red, but he didn't say anything. He squeezed softly in his hand to indicate that he knew, and then let go.
The two of them hid there with bated breath, silently waiting for the three of them to approach.
"Three...two...one!"
The sword light burst out, and the sword light suddenly appeared.
The three of them fell down silently, not even letting out a muffled groan.
Zhao Changhe ran quickly, caught the torch before it hit the ground, and then swaggered forward with Cui Yuanyang.
Not long after, they encountered another group of torches face to face. Zhao Changhe walked forward without hesitation and asked, "Did you notice anything?"
"No, they went there just now, but there is no sound now. It must be some kind of wild beast. Weird, this Zhao Changhe is pretty good at hiding... Hey, you..."
"Whoa!" The sword light reappeared, and the sword light reappeared.
Even the distribution was the same, and three more people died on the spot.
"Let's go." The front was almost out of the forest, Zhao Changhe abandoned the torch directly, pulled Cui Yuanyang to use Qinggong with all his strength, and flew away without any concealment.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze blows slowly.
Cui Yuanyang, who was flying, truly found out what kind of excitement he wanted to feel when he ran away from home.
But at this time, the girl no longer had the same enthusiasm as when she left home, because this kind of stimulation is actually not beautiful, and it is accompanied by cruelty, whether towards others or towards herself.
Maybe he will be the one who dies in the next moment.
Just as he was thinking this, a long voice came from the side: "Zhao Changhe is indeed one of the top 100 hidden dragons. With a tow bottle, he almost killed himself amidst the crowds of Hanoi underworld... But unfortunately, that’s the end of it.”
Zhao Changhe stopped and looked at the ghost shadow floating next to him, his face as calm as water.
Cui Yuanyang also stopped and sighed secretly.
The master is finally here.
In fact, it is not that there were no masters before. The boatman and boat girl were all at the third level of the entrance, but they waited for the rear boats to arrive before taking action. It was obvious that there were four, five or even stronger experts on other boats or on the shore, but Zhao Changhe's The strategy was appropriate, and he was always able to hit and run away. Even shooting arrows blocked the ship, so there was never a head-on encounter.
But after all, the masters are not just fools. Their whereabouts are in this area and they will always be found.
This is the final test.
The shadow of the ghost floated over, but it was a thin man with a pale face. His cold eyes turned around Zhao Changhe, fell on Cui Yuanyang's face, and turned into greed: "Young lady of the Cui family, why are you tormenting yourself? Looking so dirty? No need, no need. For example, if you come back with me, you'll be well-washed and well-served, I won't need the reward."
Cui Yuanyang found that he really didn't feel angry, and his heart was filled with contempt: "Who are you?"
The thin man said leisurely: "'It's not necessary.' Odd, it's not necessary. I wonder if the girl has ever heard of it?"
Cui Yuanyang has never heard of him at all. Where did he come from, a low-level gangster?
On the contrary, Zhao Changhe heard that the Shanzhai brothers said... Because men can easily talk about the profession of flower picker when they get together, and this one is one of the more famous ones. When someone struggled, he would laugh and say, "It's not necessary." This is also the first person Zhao Changhe has ever seen with a formal nickname. In a sense, he can be called "the person with the right number".
Those who can be a famous figure must not have too low cultivation, otherwise they would have been chopped off long ago before their fame spreads.
He has been at the fourth level of the Profound Entrance for a long time, but now he doesn't know if he is at the fifth level. Even if he is not, he must be on the road to success.
In fact, Fang Buping is also at this level. If this person has not broken through the fifth level, his actual combat power may not be as good as Shang Buping. After all, Fang Buping is the leader of the rudder, and his status is only higher than this person. However, at that time, Zhao Changhe was fully prepared and ready to go. What was Zhao Changhe's state at this time?
He was scarred and exhausted. He had to sneak attack to deal with the miscellaneous fish, and even the lime was gone.
In Qi Bong's eyes, Zhao Changhe is now just a plate of fish belly. As for Cui Yuanyang, who also has a third-level entrance hall? That one doesn't count as a human being.
Qi Biao claps a folding fan and wanders closer to the two of them. His eyes are always wandering on Cui Yuanyang's face. He doesn't know how he can see the beauty in the dirty rabbit at this moment... Cui Yuanyang holds his hand tightly. Jian, feeling really unsure, secretly glanced at Zhao Changhe, who had been silent.
The sight almost made him drop his sword in fright.
Zhao Changhe, who had been smiling brightly after recovering before, now looked gloomy and ferocious, and his eyes were as red as blood at some point - it was not a description, nor was it the redness of his pupils when he used to exercise, but it felt like even the whites of his eyes were full of blood. They seemed to turn red together and looked extremely scary.
Cui Yuanyang instantly knew what Zhao Changhe was doing.
He deliberately released the blood evil energy that he had always suppressed, flooding into his brain, and actively allowed himself to fall into irrational madness!
This is the first time Zhao Changhe has fallen into madness since he started practicing Blood Evil Technique, and he did so on his own initiative.
In a violent and irrational state, he can ignore all injuries and pain, and mobilize the blood evil all over his body to its extreme peak, evening out the previous losses - strictly speaking, the violent state is the complete blood evil skill, but it loses the battle. It is difficult to say whether the combat effectiveness that can be exerted by wisdom is higher or lower than usual, but in this situation, there is no other plan.
Cui Yuanyang was extremely worried, but he knew what to do... When Brother Zhao was about to go berserk just now, he repeatedly told him to stay away from me.
She suddenly withdrew her sword and ran to the side.
Qi Buoyong thought that the little rabbit was going to run away, so he laughed and said: "Don't worry, little lady, wait until I take your lover's head, and then I will slowly cook you up."
Before he finished speaking, warning signs arose in his heart.
It was like being stared at by wolves in the forest, with countless green wolf eyes staring at me under the night, and that feeling of numbness all over the body.
A hoarse voice came from my ears: "Zhao is a good person, but he is not qualified to take everything..."
Qi needlessly turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of bright red eyes, and the bright steel sword was filled with blood, like the reincarnation of a demon sword.
The waning moon hung like a hook in the sky, and Zhao Changhe's whole body was like a blood god coming to earth.
He didn't even draw the knife, but he was already haunted by the sight.
"Roar!" Zhao Changhe couldn't tell who was in front of him. Anyway, it was a life, which was his obstacle at this moment.
With a beast-like roar, the mad sword pierced the air, the wind and clouds rolled wildly, and the heaven and earth howled!
With just one strike of the sword, all the gods and Buddhas were gone!
