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In the southern district of Wuwei City, there is a house with an area of ??nearly ten thousand square meters and many pavilions.
"Senior Wei, long time no see!"
Wearing a silver mask and light armor, Wei Wuji, who was patrolling around the temporary residence of the Demon Palace, suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
Swish!
He turned around like lightning, shook out the black iron folding fan in his hand, his true energy circulated, his muscles tensed, and he looked warily at the place where the sound came from.
He is a congenital master, what kind of person can appear behind him silently?
It was a man with a funny monkey head mask, a tall and slender man with a flat breath.
The man was wearing a sky-blue robe, his ink-like long hair was randomly tied with a rough wooden hairpin, and he carried a long knife wrapped in white leather on his back. I can't tell my age because of wearing a mask.
"Your Excellency?"
Wei Wuji asked tentatively.
The reason why he didn't act immediately was that on the one hand, the strength of the other party was unclear, and on the other hand, it was because the voice of the other party was somewhat familiar.
"We were still fighting side by side in Tongling City some time ago, Senior Wei won't forget it so soon!"
"Tongling? You are the father"
Wei Wuji was puzzled for a moment, then opened his eyes wide, obviously thinking of Song Yifei's identity, but just about to point it out, he suddenly closed his mouth and looked around vigilantly.
"Ahem! So it's Brother Gongsun! I'm so sorry, sorry!" Wei Wuji took a step forward, crossed his hands and said with a smile.
What brother Gongsun?
Song Yifei, who was a little confused by Wei Wuji's words, heard Wei Wuji's true energy sound transmission in his ears.
"Young master! Don't stay in the city, get out of the city quickly!"
Wei Wuji's tone was full of anxiety.
what does this mean?
Just let me go!
This time Song Yifei became even more confused.
"Please also ask Senior Wei to express it!"
He also used zhenqi to transmit sound to inquire.
Just before Wei Wuji could speak, Song Zhian, who was wearing soft armor, carrying a black iron long knife, and his footsteps were a bit flimsy, with a slightly pale complexion, just came out of the yard behind him.
Perhaps it was because of the [Na Rong Shu] that Song Zhian did not wear the silver mask that is the signature of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
"Um?"
Seeing Song Zhian's obviously injured appearance, Song Yifei's brows knit together unconsciously, and a trace of coldness inadvertently exuded from his body.
Wei Wuji, who was standing by the side, couldn't help shivering.
Song Zhian didn't recognize Song Yifei, seeing Wei Wuji and Song Yifei standing together, he asked casually:
"Junior Brother Wei, who is this?"
When Wei Wuji didn't know what to say when he heard Song Zhi'an's question, Song Yifei had already transmitted the voice.
"Father! It's me!"
"easy¡¡"
Hearing Song Yifei's voice, Song Zhian was taken aback for a moment, then panicked for a moment, and then quickly suppressed it.
The whole process was so fast that it was like changing faces. It can be seen that the appearance of Song Yifei shocked Song Zhian.
"Don't ask anything! Get out of town immediately and hide!"
Song Zhian's voice transmitted with true energy was similar to Wei Wuji's, very hurried, full of anxiety and worry.
What the two said seemed to be ignored by Song Yifei. Not only did he not turn around and leave immediately, he even walked towards Song Zhian.
"Dad, are you injured? Who did it?"
"Don't ask so many questions, go! If you are discovered, it will be too late!"
Song Zhian was about to get angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.
Wei Wuji next to him had a feeling of scratching his head, but he couldn't help but look calm on his face.
"Let's go, son! This time is really dangerous. After you are safe, adults will naturally explain it to you!"
The matter cannot be explained clearly in a few words, and the two only hope that he will turn around and leave immediately.
Don't have a little hesitation, don't have a little stay.
It's a pity that Song Yifei's actions were completely contrary to what they thought.
"How is my old lady? Is there any injury! Take me to see it!"
Having said that, Song Yifei was about to walk into the yard.
the"Cough! Cough!"
Song Zhi'an, who was made chest tight and short of breath by Song Yifei's actions, affected the wounds in his body, and couldn't help coughing twice.
Song Yifei, who was about to enter the yard, flashed to his side, injected a ray of pure Qi into his body, and checked his physical condition while treating his injuries.
"Fortunately, it's not too serious! But this injury"
Song Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly, the injury was obviously caused by the entry of a different kind of true energy into his body.
"I'm fine! You! Quick! Go!"
Song Zhian was already annoyed by Song Yifei's stubbornness and wanted to tie him up.
But the current situation made him have to behave calmly, which was really uncomfortable.
"You take the medicine first, and take this with you, I'll go see my mother!"
After stuffing a 300-year-old blood ganoderma lucidum and white jade essence to Song Zhian, Song Yifei turned around and was about to continue walking into the courtyard.
"You bastard!"
This time Song Zhian was really going to vomit blood. He was too anxious and couldn't control his emotions. He raised his hand and wanted to grab Song Yifei and pull him away.
As a result, after the hand fell on Song Yifei, Song Yifei's figure disappeared like a dream bubble, and it turned out that the real body had already entered.
"Superficial! This bastard! Why is he as stubborn as he was when he was a child!"
Seeing the dissipated phantom in front of his eyes, Song Zhian gritted his teeth angrily, his face turned livid.
"This piece of jade? Could it be another adventure?"
Song Zhian, who was anxious, was surprised by the warm energy coming from the white jade essence in his hand, and then he immediately realized that now is not the time to study these things.
"Wuji, take care of your surroundings! Don't let others notice!"
"I see! My lord!"
Hearing Song Zhian's order, Wei Wuji nodded slightly.
? Then Song Zhian followed Song Yifei closely and entered the courtyard.
At this time, Song Yifei, who had been in the room early, found Lu Qingmu who was closing his eyes to heal his wounds, after performing the [Floating Light and Glimpse] lightness kung fu.
"Who are you? Ma'am is healing, don't enter!"
After feeling the aura belonging to Lu Qingmou in the room, when Song Yifei was about to open the door and enter, two young women jumped out from the side holding sharp swords.
"I don't have time to play with you, let's go."
Song Yifei's fingers shot out a few bursts of energy instantly, hitting the two young women's bodies, sealing their acupoints, and fixing them there.
Seeing Song Yifei's terrifying strength, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace who were standing aside and were about to step forward to help stopped instantly, and watched him walk in helplessly.
Among them, a few disciples, their eyes flickered, quietly retreated behind the crowd, and left the yard with lightness kung fu.
Lu Qingmu, who was concentrating on healing her injuries, felt a hand pressing on her shoulder, and then a burst of mellow and pure Qi entered her body to help her heal her injuries.
Lu Qingmu, who originally wanted to stop, felt that the other party was not malicious, so he continued to practice the exercises.
With such strong true energy, could it be Shigong and her old man?
It seems that her old man's injuries have recovered, great!
Lu Qingmu, who had a misunderstanding, couldn't help being overjoyed in her heart, because of the recent incidents, she gradually let go of her tense nerves. With no knots in her heart, the efficiency of her true energy operation has been greatly improved.
After confirming that Lu Qingmou was fine, Song Yifei took his hand away from Lu Qingmou's shoulder.
At this time, Song Zhian hurriedly chased after him.
"Let's go!"
Without any explanation, Song Zhian, who entered the room, had anxious eyes, pulled Song Yifei and ran outside.
Song Yifei didn't resist, and followed him out of the house.
It's just that I didn't expect that as soon as the two of them went out, a terrifying and domineering aura would overwhelmingly overwhelm them. Feeling something bad, Song Zhian's face instantly turned pale.
"Guardian Song! Where are you going? Who is this person!" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com