(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 8 a.m.)

The sun sets and the night shrouds the forest.

In a dense forest in the north of the Mist Ridge, the painful whispers of practitioners sounded everywhere.

General Lang carried the spring water from the mountain stream in the distance and looked at the Xirong killers who were lying on the grass in the forest and licking their wounds with their arms and legs missing. A hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

But the situation of these defeated soldiers was not the worst. He looked at Chun Yu Ye, who was leaning against the tree and his face was red with a solemn expression.

"Young Master, why are you getting up again?"

General Lang quickly ran to Chunyu Ye, pressed him down again, and placed him in a prone position on the turf. But at this time, bright red blood was left on the trunk.

"Young Master!" General Lang shouted in anger, "You have an injury on your back. Didn't you ask you to lie down as much as possible before leaving?"

"It's so noisy," Chunyu Ye raised his eyes hard, "I'm not dead yet. It's too embarrassing to lie on the turf like a dead dog."

"Young Master, now is not the time to show off," General Lang clenched his fists tightly. "The wound on your back has already hurt your internal organs, and it will be purulent if it continues."

"It's nothing," Chunyu Ye grabbed a herb from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. "I have suffered any more serious injuries than this. I will be cured tomorrow morning."

General Lang's expression still did not relax. He followed Chun Yu Ye for many years. Except in the Zen Temple, he had never seen Chun Yu Ye suffer such severe injuries. In order to ensure that the person being punished does not die, the punishment hall will do whatever it is.

There was medicine to treat it, but Chunyu Ye was seriously injured in the battle this time.

"Hiss," Chunyu Ye no longer listened to General Lang's dissuasion and sat cross-legged again. He put his arm on his knees and turned his head to look at the wound on his back, "Don't be so sad, my injury looks deep,

But that kid Li Ji did not poison the sword, and this sword would not hurt me at all."

General Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the sword was not poisonous, but at the same time he was even more alert.

At such a long distance, the sword is not poisonous, but it hurts the twelve Di Kings of the Western Rong so much. How powerful is this?

Thinking of Li Ji suddenly appeared in front of the hillside from a distant high ground, a strange color flashed in General Lang's eyes.

It didn't seem like a speed that mortals could have. The sun sets and the night shrouds the forest.

In a dense forest in the north of the Mist Ridge, the painful whispers of practitioners sounded everywhere.

General Lang carried the spring water from the mountain stream in the distance and looked at the Xirong killers who were lying on the grass in the forest and licking their wounds with their arms and legs missing. A hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

But the situation of these defeated soldiers was not the worst. He looked at Chun Yu Ye, who was leaning against the tree and his face was red with a solemn expression.

"Young Master, why are you getting up again?"

General Lang quickly ran to Chunyu Ye, pressed him down again, and placed him in a prone position on the turf. But at this time, bright red blood was left on the trunk.

"Young Master!" General Lang shouted in anger, "You have an injury on your back. Didn't you ask you to lie down as much as possible before leaving?"

"It's so noisy," Chunyu Ye raised his eyes hard, "I'm not dead yet. It's too embarrassing to lie on the turf like a dead dog."

"Young Master, now is not the time to show off," General Lang clenched his fists tightly. "The wound on your back has already hurt your internal organs, and it will be purulent if it continues."

"It's nothing," Chunyu Ye grabbed a herb from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. "I have suffered any more serious injuries than this. I will be cured tomorrow morning."

General Lang's expression still did not relax. He followed Chun Yu Ye for many years. Except in the Zen Temple, he had never seen Chun Yu Ye suffer such severe injuries. In order to ensure that the person being punished does not die, the punishment hall will do whatever it is.

There was medicine to treat it, but Chunyu Ye was seriously injured in the battle this time.

"Hiss," Chunyu Ye no longer listened to General Lang's dissuasion and sat cross-legged again. He put his arm on his knees and turned his head to look at the wound on his back, "Don't be so sad, my injury looks deep,

But that kid Li Ji did not poison the sword, and this sword would not hurt me at all."

General Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the sword was not poisonous, but at the same time he was even more alert.

At such a long distance, the sword is not poisonous, but it hurts the twelve Di Kings of the Western Rong so much. How powerful is this?

Thinking of Li Ji suddenly appeared in front of the hillside from a distant high ground, a strange color flashed in General Lang's eyes.

It doesn't seem like the speed that mortals can have.

What's more, Li Ji and Chun Yu Ye are old opponents, and they have fought countless times in the past. Even though Li Ji has reached the Heavenly Stadium, General Lang has never seen Chun Yu Ye suffer such a serious injury under him.

That power is indeed unusual.

General Lang frowned and thought, but did not notice that a pair of green eyes were staring at him quietly.

"Alang," Chunyu Ye's Bitong quietly looked General Lang's eyes, "You have been following me for ten years, right?"

General Lang was shocked when he heard this, and immediately knelt on his knees and his forehead was pressed against the ground, "Yes, it's been ten years."

"Don't be so nervous," Chunyu Ye said lightly, "I just have something to tell you."

"Young Master, please give me your order."

"This time I came out, there is something I have always known about," Chunyu Ye's eyes turned around the man's face, "You have been informing the Zen Temple, have you been?"

General Lang's shoulders trembled, and his whole body fell on the ground and trembled. It turned out that Chunyu Ye had known it a long time ago?

He was desperate in his heart, and Chunyu Ye was extremely cruel and ruthless towards the people who betrayed him.

Chunyu Ye touched the hilt of the knife with his hand, and General Lang closed his eyes, and he knew that his head would roll down the next moment.

However, to his surprise, Chunyu Ye's fingertips brushed through the handle of the knife, as if a piece of dust was removed.

"According to my rules, you should have already landed now," Chunyu Ye looked at General Lang, who was trembling all over, "but I have to say that you have defected to a good master."

"If I kill you like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain to the Zen Temple after I go back."

General Lang was sweating all over, as if he was fished out of the water.

Whether it is Chunyu Ye or Zen Temple, they are all equally terrible.

"Speaking of this, I am also from the Zen Temple. It's okay for you to report the message to them normally. After all, the people I brought out are all from the Zen Temple."

"It's just that I was seriously injured today," Chunyu Ye changed the subject, "You can't report to your lord."

General Lang was stunned when he heard this.

What's more, Li Ji and Chun Yu Ye are old opponents, and they have fought countless times in the past. Even though Li Ji has reached the Heavenly Stadium, General Lang has never seen Chun Yu Ye suffer such a serious injury under him.

That power is indeed unusual.

General Lang frowned and thought, but did not notice that a pair of green eyes were staring at him quietly.

"Alang," Chunyu Ye's Bitong quietly looked General Lang's eyes, "You have been following me for ten years, right?"

General Lang was shocked when he heard this, and immediately knelt on his knees and his forehead was pressed against the ground, "Yes, it's been ten years."

"Don't be so nervous," Chunyu Ye said lightly, "I just have something to tell you."

"Young Master, please give me your order."

"This time I came out, there is something I have always known about," Chunyu Ye's eyes turned around the man's face, "You have been informing the Zen Temple, have you been?"

General Lang's shoulders trembled, and his whole body fell on the ground and trembled. It turned out that Chunyu Ye had known it a long time ago?
Chapter completed!