"Seven or eight products didn't survive. It's impossible."

Ye Ziheng said. He couldn't help shivering all over, but he was still a little scared. After all, the seven and eight grade martial artists all belched their farts when they went in. Isn't it that they were looking for death when they entered the world of five grades.

"Of course, it's also hearsay. It's not credible. Maybe someone just made it up to scare us."

Ye Ziheng was relieved when he heard it. It was not official news. That's good.

"However, some people who participated in the trial for the first time before said that there seemed to be a lot of people missing in the black tiger gate, and some of their friends had disappeared, leaving only a few short graves."

When ye Ziheng heard this, he was speechless, and his mood just calmed down was agitated again.

"But it may be accidental death. After all, life and death are changeable. No, they just died of accidents."

"Died in a grave accident?"

Ye Ziheng asked.

Murray shook his head.

"Then I don't know."

Ye Ziheng couldn't help sighing. He didn't want to talk about these things any more. The more he said about it, the more afraid he was. It was better not to say it.

Ten minutes later, several SUVs stopped by an airport. Ye Ziheng opened the door and jumped out. Looking out, he found that the airport was not the airport from Qingmu city to tianxingmen by Qin Luo and him before, but another airport.

The star gate is rich enough. There are more than one airport. Ye Ziheng said in his heart.

Then Qin Feng took some of his disciples to the interior of the airport, went to a civil aircraft that had already been ready, opened the cabin door, and made a gesture to the people.

"Don't be dazzled. Get in quickly. We'll start early."

One by one, the disciples stepped onto the civil aircraft, and within a minute everyone got on the plane.

Then Qin Feng came in, pulled the door back, found a seat at random, fastened his seat belt, looked up and pressed the button on the ground.

Not long after the button was pressed down, ye Ziheng felt that the plane began to move gradually. With a burst of taxiing, the plane finally flew high and rose into the clouds.

"It will take time to get to the destination. If you want to rest, you can rest. If you are hungry, you can go in and get food."

After Qin Feng finished, he leaned back on the back of his seat, closed his eyes and took a rest.

seeing that Qin Feng had a rest, several people on the plane began to move in succession. Some of them went inside to eat various snacks, while others began to communicate in a low voice.

"Come on, brother ye, do you want some?"

Ye Ziheng turned his head and found that it was Murray who went out to take food and came back.

Looking at several snacks in the hands of Murray, ye Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and finally said "thank you" with a smile and took it down.

"After reaching wupinjing, you should not have to eat for a long time?"

Ye Ziheng opened a bag of snacks and asked Murray beside him.

"Very little. One or two meals a week is enough, but most of us still keep the habit of three or even five meals a day."

"Why?"

Ye Ziheng asked curiously.

Murray gave a gentle smile.

"It's like you get up at 6:30 every day when you go to school. At first, you want to go to school. But even if you don't go to school, you will get up at 6:30 from Monday to Friday. Some things become habits and it's hard to change them."

With that, Murray took another bite of the big drumstick in his hand.

"Besides, eating is not a waste of physical strength and time, and we martial arts practitioners will not gain weight because of eating. In that case, why don't you eat? Isn't this delicious? "

With that, Murray ate the last piece of chicken leg with a smile.

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