The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 66

Cui Yuanyang relieved his acupoints in great surprise: "You, are you alright?"

Zhao Changhe relieved his muscles and bones, and smiled brightly.

It's a good thing you didn't say that you only learned acupuncture but not solution.

Although he couldn't return to normal, the uncomfortable feeling from all kinds of debuffs did subside, especially the wound was treated well, the wound medicine was wrapped and the bandage was applied, and the toxicity was also removed, making him feel much more comfortable. In addition, the medicines that Cui Yuanyang fed to replenish qi and blood and strengthen yang were unexpectedly suitable for his current condition. The pain of the blood disorder was gradually eliminated, and the fatigue also recovered a lot.

Although it is still not very strong, it is no longer a problem to fight less violently, so there is more room for display.

The purpose of coming to the woods to rest is to achieve such a result, but the result is better than expected.

"Yangyang is indeed not an oil bottle, but my partner against the enemy." Zhao Changhe couldn't help but rubbed her head, and said with a smile, "I'll come now."

Looking at his smiling face, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt that the panic just now had disappeared.

Now do it again, even if you get hooked, you won't fall down! I forgot that I would do it lightly...

The footsteps outside were getting closer, and the light of the torches could already be vaguely seen. Someone might discover their position at any time.

Cui Yuanyang's heart was in his throat, but Zhao Changhe didn't rush away, glanced left and right, grabbed a stone and jumped up the tree branch, and put the stone on the tree branch at a slight angle, looking like it was about to fall at any time.

Then he got down from the tree, dragged Cui Yuanyang and slipped quietly towards Qinghe.

After slipping for about a moment, the stone that had just been placed finally fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Over there!" Countless voices sounded, and there was a burst of chaos.

Far away, Zhao Changhe dragged Cui Yuanyang to hide behind the bushes, and watched helplessly as a group of people who were about to meet them rushed back towards the original road, yelling.

"Let's go." Zhao Changhe pulled Cui Yuanyang and fled away at high speed. No one even paid attention to the rustling of the footsteps brought by the two speeding up their pace, because there were too many footsteps around at this time...

Cui Yuanyang really felt very peaceful in his heart, as long as he was there, there would be no problems.

"Don't be careless." Zhao Changhe said in a low voice: "Now most of the people are attracted, and there are scattered people scattered everywhere...here we come."

Following the words, he pulled Cui Yuanyang and ran away, then hid behind a bush.

There were three people walking over with torches in front of them.

Zhao Changhe leaned into Cui Yuanyang's ear silently: "I'll count to three, two and one, and act together. I'll chop off the taller two, and you kill the shortest one. When you receive it, squeeze my hand."

Cui Yuanyang's ears were itchy, his face was already flushed red, but he didn't express anything, he pinched his palm softly to indicate that he knew, and then let go.

The two hid there holding their breath, silently waiting for the three to approach.

"Three...two...one!"

The light of the knife exploded, and the light of the sword suddenly appeared.

The three of them fell silently, without even making a muffled groan.

Zhao Changhe ran quickly, caught the torch before it hit the ground, and then swaggered forward with Cui Yuanyang.

Not long after, they encountered another group of torches face to face. Zhao Changhe still swaggered forward and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"No, they went there just now, and there is no sound now. It must be some kind of beast. Strange, this Zhao Changhe can hide... Eh, you..."

"Shua!" The sword light reappeared, and the sword light reappeared.

Even the distribution was the same, and three more people died on the spot.

"Let's go." The front was about to leave the forest, Zhao Changhe directly abandoned the torch, pulled Cui Yuanyang to use his lightness kung fu with all his strength, and galloped away.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze is coming.

Cui Yuanyang, who was speeding, really found out what the excitement he wanted to feel when he ran away from home.

But at this time, the girl no longer has the high spirits she had when she left home, because this kind of stimulation is actually not good, it is accompanied by cruelty, no matter to others or to herself.

Maybe the next moment, the one who died was himself.

Just thinking about this, a leisurely voice came from the side: "Zhao Changhe really deserves to be among the top 100 potential dragons, with a drag oil bottle, he almost died in the midst of the underworld in Hanoi... But unfortunately, that's the end of it."

Zhao Changhe stopped in his tracks, looking at the ghostly shadow floating beside him, his face was like still water.

Cui Yuanyang also stopped, and secretly sighed in his heart.

The master is finally here.

In fact, it was not that there were no masters before. The boatmen and boat girls were all three levels of porch, but they waited for the boat behind to arrive before they started. Obviously, there were four or five levels or even stronger experts on other boats or beside the shore road. It was only Zhao Changhe's. The strategy is appropriate, always hit and go, even archery is blocking the ship, so there has never been a head-on encounter.

But masters are not made of mud after all, their whereabouts are in this area, and they will always be found.

This is the final test.

The ghost shadow drifted over, but it was a pale and thin man. His cold eyes turned around Zhao Changhe, fell on Cui Yuanyang's face, and turned into greed again: "Little lady of the Cui family, why are you tossing yourself?" Such a dirty look? No need, no need. For example, go back with me, wash it deliciously, and serve me well, and I don’t need the bounty."

Cui Yuanyang found that he was really not angry, and his heart was full of contempt: "Who are you?"

The skinny man said leisurely: "'It's not necessary'. I don't know if the girl has heard of it?"

Cui Yuanyang has never heard of it, where are the low-level gangsters?

On the contrary, Zhao Changhe heard that Brother Shanzhai said... because it is easy for men to talk about the profession of flower picker when they get together, and this is one of the more famous ones. As soon as people struggled, he laughed and said, "It's unnecessary" and "It's very comfortable." From this, the nickname came from, and finally even changed the name. This is also the first person Zhao Changhe has seen with an official nickname, and in a sense he can be called "a real person".

To be a famous person, of course, his practice would not be too low, otherwise he would have been chopped up long before his fame spread.

He has been at the fourth level of the entrance for a long time, but now he does not know if he is at the fifth level, even if he is not, he must be on the threshold.

In fact, Fang Buping is also at this level. If this person has not broken through the five barriers, then the actual combat power may not be comparable to that of Fang Buping. After all, Fang Buping's status is only higher than this person's. However, at that time, Zhao Changhe was ready to fully gain momentum, what was Zhao Changhe's state at this time?

Scarred and exhausted, he had to sneak up on trash fish, and he didn't even have lime.

In the eyes of Qi Bu, Zhao Changhe is now a plate of fish belly. As for Cui Yuanyang who still has a triple entrance? That is not human.

Qi don't have to sway towards the two of them with a folding fan, his gaze has been lingering on Cui Yuanyang's face, and he doesn't know how he can see the beauty from the dirty and dirty rabbit at this moment... Cui Yuanyang held tightly Jian, feeling really hopeless in his heart, secretly glanced at Zhao Changhe who had been silent all this time.

Seeing this, he almost lost his sword in fright.

Zhao Changhe, who had already smiled brightly after recovering, had a gloomy and ferocious expression at this time, and his eyes were as red as blood at some point—not to describe it, nor was it that his pupils were red when he practiced martial arts in the past, but it felt that even the whites of his eyes and the eyeballs were all red. They turned red together, and looked extremely frightening.

Cui Yuanyang instantly knew what Zhao Changhe was doing.

He deliberately released the evil spirit of blood that had been suppressed all along, flooded into his brain, and actively let himself fall into irrational madness!

This is the first time that Zhao Changhe has fallen into madness since he practiced the Blood Fiend Art, and it was still on his own initiative.

In the state of berserk and irrational, he can ignore all injuries and pains, and mobilize the whole body of Blood Fiend to the peak, equalizing the previous loss. Strictly speaking, the berserk state is the complete body of Blood Fiend, but he lost the battle Wisdom, it is hard to say whether the combat power that can be displayed is higher or lower than usual, but there is no other plan to deal with this time.

Cui Yuanyang was extremely worried, but he knew what to do... When Brother Zhao was about to go berserk just now, he repeatedly told him to stay away from me.

She suddenly withdrew her sword and ran to the side.

Qi didn't even think that the little rabbit was going to run away, he laughed and said: "Don't worry, little lady, I will slowly process you after I take your lover's head."

Before the words fell, a warning sign rose in my heart.

It's like being stared at by a pack of wolves in the mountains and forests, with countless green wolf eyes staring at him in the night, that feeling of numbness all over his body.

A hoarse voice came from my ear: "Zhao is such a good head, he is not qualified to take anything..."

Qi didn't have to turn his head stiffly, and saw a pair of bright red pupils, and the blood on the shiny steel knife appeared, like a magic knife reborn.

The waning moon hangs obliquely in the sky like a hook, and Zhao Changhe's whole body is also like a blood god.

The knife didn't even come out, and it looked like it was already haunting.

"Roar!" Zhao Changhe couldn't tell who was in front of him for a long time, anyway, it was a life, which was his obstacle at this moment.

With a roar like a beast, the mad knife pierced through the sky, the wind and clouds rolled wildly, and the heaven and earth shouted!

With a single knife, the gods and Buddhas are already scattered!

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