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These things once impacted the inner court geniuses of the National Scholars Academy.

Chu He walked all the way, looked all the way, eight people, none of them spoke.

Chu He sighed.

In this case, there is no connection between him and Guoshi Academy.

The sword intent on Mu Yingjin's body slowly released, and he opened his eyes, which were full of anger.

As a classmate, she was very angry that these people died at the hands of Ghost Xiu.

But as Chu He's "good friend", her indifference to these people is disgusting.

The three of Feng Zishu had sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The other fourteen people are just children from ordinary aristocratic families, and they don't know much about Chu He's affairs.

But they are well-known families, but they are very aware of what happened to Chu He.

Although the healing action on his hands did not stop, a chill gradually appeared in his eyes.

Helping them is for the human race.

The chill was because they treated Chu He indifferently.

Chu He finally gave up, turned his head, and prepared to walk to the entrance of the cave, guarding against the outside.

No one said a word until Chu He reached the entrance of the cave.

Mu Yingjin got up slowly, walked to Chu He and sat down beside Chu He, silently.

This attitude should have already expressed her psychology.

The three of Feng Zishu helped the eight people in the academy to heal their injuries, and they also helped to put the three bodies on the ground into a special preservation bag. They also walked to the entrance of the cave and sat behind Chu He.

Although the other fourteen people don't understand, they still know who their captain is.

After helping, he followed Feng Zishu and the other three and sat at the entrance of the cave.

The eight disciples in the inner courtyard of the academy in the cave looked at each other and remained silent.

Chu He said suddenly.

"Wait, I forgot to ask you just now, where did you see the Ghost King?"

A look of panic finally appeared on Mu Yingjin's Bingshan face, and she said hastily.

"To the southeast, three hundred miles away from here, there is a ghost cultivation camp, and the ghost king is there."

Chu He swears.

Seeing Mu Yingjin, he was so excited that he even forgot such an important thing.

Chu He punched himself in the head twice, got up and turned around and said.

"The speed is finished, we will leave immediately!"

Feng Zishu was stunned for a moment, a possibility suddenly appeared in his heart, and he got up instantly.

Fang Yi stared and asked in confusion.

"Most of the people in the cave were seriously injured. Now they are basically immobilized. It will take at least two hours for them to recover to be able to walk. Moving again will aggravate the injury."

Chu He took out more than a dozen wooden boards from his bag and threw them on the ground, and said in a cold voice.

"We don't have two hours, the ghost army is coming soon."

One of the disciples in the inner courtyard could not help but speak.

"Even if the ghost world is coming, they wouldn't send out second-rank ghost commanders for us, right? I think the Ghost King wouldn't care about us."

"That's right, we're only fourth-rank talents, and we just took a look at the camp. There shouldn't be any need for the Spirit Ghost King to go to war for us."

Listening to the two people talking, Zhang Heng turned coldly, and immediately turned around and cursed.

"Idiots, don't you all know that Chu He is on the ghost king's must-kill list?"

Chu He said in a deep voice.

"The Spirit Ghost King is very sensitive to my literary spirit. If I kill his personal soldiers, he must be able to sense that I have reached Liangjie Mountain. He tried to kill me once before, and this time he will definitely kill me without leaving any room." The eight members of the academy And the fourteen people other than Feng Zishu stared wide-eyed, terrified in their hearts.

This means that it is not only the third-rank ghost general who will come to hunt down next, but it is very likely to be the second-rank ghost general.

Even, the Spirit Ghost King came in person!

The three of Feng Zishu saw Chu He throwing out the wooden plank, and told fourteen people to tie the seriously injured person to the wooden plank, each carrying one on his back.

It's just that before everyone finished their work, a ghostly aura suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the ghostly aura in the sky, feeling a surge of despair in their hearts.

The ghost king really came in person.

If there is no first-rank Confucianism or several second-rank Confucianists to save them, they will die!

Chu He stared at the ghostly air in the sky, and said in a cold voice.

"The Spirit Ghost King is coming for me, you all hurry up and clean up, I will go out alone to attract him."

Mu Yingjin grabbed Chu He's arm and cursed.

"Chu He, are you crazy? No matter how strong you are, how can you possibly be the opponent of the Ghost King?"

Chu He looked back at Mu Yingjin and was taken aback for a moment.

The coldness in Mu Yingjin's eyes had completely receded, and they were full of worry and anxiety.

"It turns out that the legendary beauty Leng Shan will also be unbearably cold one day."

Chu He said with a chuckle, and then took out the remaining pills on his body, he only had ten Fusheng Pills left, handed them to Mu Yingjin, and said.

"Divide these pills. With these pills, you have to take a long detour. There is no way that ghost cultivators will be your opponents on the way back."

Mu Yingjin threw the pill to Feng Zishu and said in a cold voice.

"Although I am only a fourth-rank talented scholar, my strength is already comparable to a third-rank Confucian. I will go with you. The two of us have a better chance of winning together."

Odds...

Feng Zishu and the others looked at the ghostly aura covering the sky, but no one spoke.

In an impossible situation, no matter how many chances of winning, it is still impossible.

Chu He shook his head, pointed to a total of more than twenty people behind him and said.

"You are the most powerful person, you must guarantee to escort them back. The three of Feng Zishu are no more than fifth-grade talents. The fourteen people I brought are all recruits. The inner court disciples are all wounded. If you don't escort them, they will be alone. Can't get out."

"But..." Mu Yingjin's red lips parted slightly, but when she looked into Chu He's eyes, she couldn't say a word.

"give it to you."

After Chu He finished speaking, he let out a cold drink, and his monstrous cultural aura, which was comparable to that of a second-rank Confucian, suddenly dispersed, forcing back a little of the ghostly aura in the sky.

This is to attract the attention of the ghost king so that the rest of the people will not be threatened by the ghost spirit of the ghost king.

Afterwards, Chu He held the heart sword Wusu, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the distance.

Mu Yingjin looked at the place where Chu He disappeared, clenched her fists tightly, the coldness in her eyes returned again, she turned her head and said in a cold voice.

"Feng Zishu, the three of you lead the way, and your fourteen people from Nanjun protect the left and right sides, wrap the wounded in them, and return to the human camp within two hours!"

Everyone felt the sharp sword intent on Mu Yingjin's body, so they didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly followed suit.

The three of Feng Zishu stared at the direction where Chu He was leaving, with a trace of sadness in their hearts.

The direction Chu He was heading towards was the Ghost Cultivation Camp where the Spirit Ghost King was.

The three of Feng Zishu have begun to resent their own weakness for countless times.

Twenty or so people walked forward for a certain distance, and suddenly, a soaring sword intent rose from behind them.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Mu Yingjin, wondering what she wanted to do.