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This night, stop and rest.

Master Jiejie told Ding Minjun, "I'll do some exercises and adjust my breath first. You can take the Yitian Sword and lead others to be on strict guard."

Ding Minjun held the Yitian Sword and dangled it proudly in front of the disciples, feeling quite like he was the master.

Especially when he saw Zhou Zhiruo, he deliberately said in a master's tone: "Junior sister, why don't you hurry up and adjust your breathing? We are bound to win this round of encirclement and suppression of Chu Feng, and we must not slack off at all."

Zhou Zhiruo was obedient and nodded in agreement, then took a pose and started to exercise.

Ding Minjun was bored and could only walk around the camping place.

After walking around for two times, he came to Zhou Zhiruo again and deliberately interrupted: "Junior Sister, do you have any obstacles in practicing the exercises recently? If so, Senior Sister can give you some guidance."

Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes and was about to reply when she was suddenly startled.

He widened his eyes and asked, "Senior sister, where is the Yitian Sword?"

Ding Minjun was confused. He took out the things in his arms and said, "It's not here..."

Her words were suddenly interrupted, her eyes widened with horror on her face.

Instead of the Yitian Sword in her hand, it turned out to be a gray and broken wooden stick.

"I, I...junior sister, where has the Heavenly Sword gone?"

Ding Minjun was so frightened that he stuttered.

The disciples next to him were all frightened and hurriedly searched for him. Even Master Miejie was awakened.

Asked: "When did you find out that the Yitian Sword was missing?"

Ding Minjun shook his head in panic and said: "I didn't discover it, it was my junior sister who discovered it. She, she must have seen who stole the Yitian Sword!"

1.5 Master Miejie looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhou Zhiruo said quickly: "Master, I have been practicing just now. When the senior sister came over, she found that the Yitian Sword was gone."

Master Jue looked at Ding Minjun and snorted coldly.

The disciples of the Emei Sect were all frightened.

The Yitian Sword was stolen among so many people, and no one noticed it, not even the person holding the sword noticed. This kind of martial arts is really unbelievable.

Master Miejie shouted loudly: "Who has taken my Yitian Sword? Please show up and see me."

The words were transmitted far away.

Everyone looked outside intently, only to feel it was dark and could not see anything.

Suddenly, the sound of choking and drawing a sword was heard.

Someone praised: "The Yitian Sword really deserves its reputation."

Zhou Zhiruo was startled, the voice was right next to his ear.

Turning around, he saw a handsome young man standing beside him.

He looked at her and blinked.

Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face suddenly turned red.

I heard Master Miejie ask: "Who is your Excellency?"

The visitor smiled slightly, looking even more elegant and free.

"You chased me all the way and you don't even know who I am?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and shouted in unison: "Chu Feng?!"

With a shout, dozens of disciples all backed away and drew their swords one after another.

Chapter 152: Embracing Zhou Zhiruo and teasing Master Miejie

The female disciples of the Emei Sect looked at Chu Feng, all confused.

I heard that this man is a big murderous demon. There are also legends that he is three feet tall, with a fierce face and eyes as big as bells...

Why does it look like he is a handsome young man now?

Master Jue had never seen Chu Feng before, so he asked, "Are you Xiangyang Chu Feng? The Xiangyang Chu Feng who destroyed hundreds of thousands of Ming Dynasty elites in one battle and killed Zhuge Zhengwo?"

The corners of Chu Feng's lips curled up slightly, and he asked with a smile: "What? Doesn't it look like it?"

Before Master Jue could speak, Ding Minjun suddenly rushed over quickly and grabbed the Yitian Sword in Chu Feng's hand.

Chu Feng didn't move, then he heard a bang.

Ding Minjun rushed to one meter away from him, as if he had hit a wall, and flew backwards, sitting on the ground.

Everyone was surprised.

Ding Minjun's martial arts skills are also among the best among the second generation disciples of the Emei Sect.

Such a person didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes and was knocked back. How high is the opponent's martial arts.

Seeing his disciple's frustration, Master Jue let out a clear whistle and grabbed Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

Everyone was stunned and looked around hurriedly.

Zhou Zhiruo turned her head and saw a familiar face blinking at her again.

Zhou Zhiruo opened her red lips lightly, wanting to warn Chu Feng, but Chu Feng's dragon-clawed hand clasped, and the girl's body suddenly softened, and she pressed against Chu Feng.

Master Miejie's eyes were like lightning, and he spotted Chu Feng at a glance.

Master Emei's Qinggong was indeed extraordinary, and in an instant 27 had surpassed several disciples.

She smoothly pulled out a disciple's long sword, where the green light flashed, and thrust the sword towards Chu Feng.

Judging from the posture, it turned out that he was going to penetrate Zhou Zhiruo with one sword.

Chu Feng stretched out his arms, hugged Zhou Zhiruo's waist, and left the place.

He used Lingbo Micro Steps to move back and forth among the Emei Sect disciples.

His internal strength is extremely high, and his Qinggong is top-notch. Master Miejie's sword is always missing by a few feet and cannot hit him.

Although Chu Feng was holding Zhou Zhiruo, his Qinggong speed was even faster than that of Master Jue.

He didn't go far, so he walked in circles around the crowd.

Miejie Shitai thrust his sword several times, but could not even touch the corner of his clothes.

Disciples of the Emei sect started to intercept him everywhere.

After a while, they found that not only did their actions not affect Chu Feng, but they blocked the path of Master Miejie several times.

Finally, I could only stop.

Everyone held their breath and watched the two masters chasing each other.

The two of them ran quickly, but the dust did not fly at all.

All the disciples in Emei were frightened when they saw this.

The master's martial arts skills have been teased like this. This person's martial arts skills are really unbelievable.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, and no one dared to move.

Each and every one of them hopes in their hearts that the master can take one quick step and stab Chu Feng.

In a short while, Chu Feng and Master Jue had circled several times.

Seeing that Master Miejie only had to take one more step, the tip of the sword could hurt the enemy, but it was always one step away.

Chu Feng was holding a person in his hand, which weighed an extra hundred kilograms. In this light kung fu contest, Master Miejie lost anyway.

Chu Feng suddenly smiled, stretched out his hands, and pushed Zhou Zhiruo aside.

Zhou Zhiruo's whole body felt weak, she felt cold underneath her body, and her pretty face was as red as cloth.

Chu Feng laughed loudly and said: "The Emei sect's martial arts are really average. If you want to deal with me, they are far behind. It's better to go back to Mount Emei as soon as possible."

The voice remained the same, but the person was already flying outside.

The Fei Xu Qing Yan Kung was used, but disappeared within a moment.

Master Jue chased him a few meters away and could only stop in a daze.

Master Miejie looked at Chu Feng's back and couldn't help but said: "I have long heard that Chu Feng is very powerful in martial arts, but now I see that he is truly worthy of his reputation. He is far better than me in Qinggong alone."

Ding Minjun said bitterly: "He didn't fight with the master and just ran away. What kind of hero is he?"

Master Miejie snorted, and suddenly slapped her in the mouth, and said angrily: "He is holding Zhiruo, and the master doesn't catch up, so he wins. The whole world knows the number of winners and losers." , Do you think you can be a hero by yourself?"

Half of Ding Minjun's cheeks suddenly became red and swollen, and he bowed and said, "Master taught me that my disciple knew he was wrong."

But he said in his heart: "You can't help others and lose face, but this bad breath comes out on me. I'm in trouble!"

Jingxuan said: "Master, with such a high level of martial arts, should we continue to hunt him down?"

Master Jiejie waved his hand and walked towards the fire without answering Jingxuan's words.

When all the disciples saw that Jingxuan had encountered such a problem, who would dare to say anything?

The group of people sat beside the fire in silence.

Master Miejie looked at the fire, motionless, like a stone statue.

When the disciples saw that their master was not sleeping, no one dared to sleep first.

After sitting like this for more than an hour, Master Miejie suddenly pushed out his palms, a strong wind rushed towards him, and with a bang, a fire was extinguished.

Everyone still sat silently.

The clear light of the cold moon shines on everyone's shoulders.

Master Jiejie waved his sleeves and shouted: "Everyone, please go to sleep!"

Jingxuan assigned night watchmen as usual.

Master Jiejie said: "There is no need to keep vigil."

Jingxuan was startled and then realized that if Chu Feng attacked in the middle of the night, how could the disciples notice it?

A night vigil is nothing but a vigil.

That night, the Emei sect's guard was relaxed externally and tight internally, seemingly sparse but dense, but no more accidents occurred.

Zhou Zhiruo was lying on her side, thinking that Chu Feng had hugged her just now, and she still seemed to be able to feel the touch and temperature of her palms.

Then he thought that the master's sword was meant to pierce both himself and Chu Feng.

Chu Feng obviously could have ignored it, but he insisted on saving himself, which was considered a life-saving grace.

Why did he save me?

The moonlight was shining brightly, and Zhou Zhiruo could not sleep all night, feeling restless.

The next day we continued westward, and after traveling for more than ten miles, it was already noon.

The red sun is shining brightly, and even in the middle of winter, it feels hot.

As they were walking, a few faint sounds of weapons clashing and shouts suddenly came from the northwest.

Without waiting for orders, everyone quickened their pace and rushed towards the place where the sound came from.

Soon, I climbed up a small hillside and saw more than a hundred people running wildly down the slope.

These people all have a black eagle embroidered on their clothes, and they are obviously followers of the Sky Eagle Sect.

The costumes of the members of the Sky Eagle Sect are the same as those of the Ming Sect, which are also white robes. However, the robes of the Ming Sect are embroidered with a red flame, while the Sky Eagle Sect has a black eagle embroidered on them.

Ding Minjun wondered: "Why are these people from the Tianying Sect running so hard?"

Master Miejie had such a good eye that he couldn't help but take a breath, "Someone is chasing them from behind."

The disciples were startled and looked behind.

I didn't pay attention just now, but then I realized that there was a man in different clothes at the end of the hundred or so people. He walked leisurely, but not too slowly.

Draw your sword as you walk.

Every time he drew his sword, several people fell down.

Looking back carefully, I saw that there were dozens of corpses lying dead on the way here.