They are already extremely fast, but the people of the Mu An tribe are even faster.
The two sides faced each other at the first door.
The Mu An clan members wielded their swords, and Feng Danyuan, Long Aotian and others were forced to fight.
"Your uncle, it's only a few steps away. You can't wait until we leave before waking up!" the Dragon Sect Master complained angrily.
"Baishui, Diyin, take Wei Ji away!" Feng Danyuan shouted loudly in the midst of his busy schedule.
Wei Zi stared at the Mu An clan members and tried to calm down.
They were being controlled, but how did they recognize her just now?
She has lost Tianyu's power of the witch god...
By the way! When she summoned the animals, she played the flute.
The sound of the flute...
"Priest Tianyu, the sound of your flute is so beautiful." The children of the Mu'an tribe like to gather around Tianyu, listening to him tell stories and listen to him playing music.
"How about I teach you?" Tianyu smiled and touched the soft hair of the child next to him.
"Okay, okay!" The children were very happy.
Tianyu taught the child to play the flute, and the child played the music to the elders in the family. Soon, everyone in the Mu'an tribe began to hum the music taught by Tianyu.
Wei Zi quickly took out the flute, concentrated on it, and played the music from ancient memories.
The sound of the flute was melodious and the movements of the Mu An clan members slowed down.
Some even stopped and followed the sound to find the flute player.
When Feng Danyuan saw this, he didn't want to fight anymore: "Long Aotian, retreat!"
The leader of the Dragon Clan had just been punched, and his eyes were swollen. The reason why he was not hit was because Asan, Asan, and the others fought tooth and nail to protect each other.
He knew how terrifying these black-armored guards were, and he was the sect leader who had the overall situation in mind, so he yelled: "Brothers, retreat!"
Wei Zi played the flute and exited the door.
Feng Danyuan grabbed her waist and climbed onto the nearest horse.
The horse king Hualiu under them was angrily: How can I carry two people with a body of a few people? You stinky man, get down-
Feng Danyuan took the whip thrown by Qinggui and whipped it down hard.
Hualiu hissed, burst into tears, and ran as fast as he could.
You, you actually beat me! How can you beat me? My heart is bitter, I am... still a baby!
Others also got on their horses and galloped away.
While fleeing at lightning speed, Wei Zi looked back.
The Makuan tribesmen did not chase after them, as if there was a barrier, and they were trapped inside.
Wei Zi felt complicated and put away the flute.
She didn't know whether it was Hua Liu running too fast or the night wind being too strong. Hiding in Feng Danyuan's arms, she felt Feng Danyuan's chest trembling.
He is coughing.
Wei Zi couldn't help but look up and saw his pale face.
The next moment, he couldn't bear it any longer and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Then came the second and third bites.
Wei Zi was so frightened that she almost lost her wits. She stretched out her hand to hug him hard and shouted to Hualiu: "Stop!"
Hualiu hissed and slowed down.
Wei Zi held Feng Danyuan's wrist, her heartbeat almost stopped, her lips trembled, and she was speechless: "You——"
The internal organs were severely injured, the true energy in the body was in chaos, and the muscles and veins in the whole body were almost severed.
As soon as they stopped, the others also stopped, and they were all shocked to see Feng Danyuan like this.
"how so?"
Long Aotian knew that taking too many Shiquan Dabu pills would harm his body, but Feng Danyuan only took three pills, so the effect was not big.
