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Looking at the brazier that fell to the ground, and the exposed real scriptures, Zhu Yi’s heart was filled with a desperate mood: “Is this, my fate? Why did you just give me hope, and let me immediately Fall into despair?"

"No, the gentleman is self-improving, and I must not be discouraged."

Zhu Fatzi picked up the gold paper that recorded the authentic Tibetan scriptures, and looked at Zhu Yi with a sly look: "Yi Shaoye, what is this?"

Zhu Yi licked his lips and looked calm. "There was such a thing in the brazier? I didn't find it before."

Zhu Fatzi and others looked at each other and laughed at all: "If this is the case, we will accept it, and then hand it over to Hou Ye and ask him to dispose of it."

"Just easy to young master, since you found something with us, you must not take a trip with us, Hou Ye also has a card in front of him." Zhu fat child squeezed his small eyes, full of smug feelings.

Zhu Yi nodded calmly, and lost the Tibetan scriptures, but he was lost. But the immediate priority is to deal with the past with his son Xu Hongwu Zhu Hongwu.

Zhu Hongwu's rules are extremely strict, let alone Zhu Yi, who is not valued, even if he has the right to inherit the title of the eldest son, a small mistake will be removed from Zhu Hongwu's family law.

If Zhu Hongwu knows that he secretly practices the Tao, he may lose half of his life.

Lin Feng outside the door smiled a little, and it was his turn to play. If Zhu Yi was taken back to Houfu, he might be forbidden by Xuanjihou, and he couldn’t get out of Houfu. He wanted to collect him under the eyes of Xuanjihou. As a disciple, the difficulty is too great.

"Well? No! This is..."

Lin Feng was thinking about it. Suddenly he noticed that a group of people rushed out of the forest and went straight to the old temple.

Lin Feng’s heart glimpsed: “What do they want to do, is it that Zhu Yi?”

This group of people can be far from being comparable to Zhu Fatzi and others. They are quick-moving and disciplined in the mountains and forests, and they have a few military styles.

Even more terrible is that this group of people have a base period monk!

While thinking about it, Lin Feng first hides himself, and then sees this group of people straight into the hall where Zhu Yi is.

In the partial hall, Zhu Yi and Zhu Fatzi were all stunned and watched this group of people come in. As soon as the other party entered the house, their eyes fell on Zhu Yi.

The leader was a black man with a scar on his cheek. The big man turned and looked at the two companions behind him. The two nodded together: "It is this scholar."

Lin Feng outside the temple had a headache and his heart was arrogant: "So, the thing that Lao Tzu hates most is an accident!"

Although the other party came suddenly, Zhu Yi can still calm down: "You look for me? I don't know you, who are you?"

Zhu Fatzi also reacted at this time, and sighed with joy and sorrow: "Easy Master, where are you getting trouble, are you owing people gambling debts? Haha..."

Black man Han Han frowned: "Noisy."

Zhu fat smiles on his face, his face rises red: "You are so embarrassed, do you know..."

Before he finished, the middle-aged man in black waved his hand, as if he was catching a fly: "In addition to this scholar, the other weeks of the dog are killed."

The great Chinese language is extremely calm, just with a disgust, as if it was ordered to shoot the ultimate flies.

Zhu Fatzi suddenly changed his face and angered: "Do you dare to move us? We are the people of Xuanji Houfu, you dare to move the uncle to one finger and destroy you!"

Black man Xiaosuo smiled and laughed: "I am full of my door? I am full of relatives and old children, and I have already died in your hands on these weeks."

He reached out and stroked the scar on his face, and his feelings became extremely cold in an instant: "Xuanji Hou... Hey, Xuanji Hou, knowing that this kid is the son of Zhu Hongwu, we came, the old thief’s hand Filled with the blood of my people, I will ask him to pay some interest today!"

The black man dressed in a hem, revealing a hexagonal snowflake pattern.

Lin Feng outside the temple, Zhu Yiquan in the hall all looked blank, Zhu fat child saw the snowflake pattern, but the face was gray, and the arrogance disappeared.

"Snowflake... You are the snowy country, you are the "Gale"!" Zhu Fatzi swallowed and revealed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Lin Feng slightly frowned, what kind of organization the gale would be, he did not know, did not hear, but Xuefengguo he heard.

Snowwind Country is a small country located in the northern snowfield. It borders the Northern Zhou Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was annexed and destroyed by the Great Zhou during the strong expansion of the Great Zhou more than ten years ago. Xuanji Hou.

The northern people are popular, although the country has died, but the people of the snow-wing country have been reluctant to give in, and various uprisings have emerged in an endless stream. After the conquest of the Quartet in the big week, a few areas have not been stabilized.

It now appears that the organization of the so-called gale club is also an uprising organization composed of the snow-scarred remnants of the country that has already died. It is specially opposed to the Great Zhou Dynasty.

I just thought that they had the courage to go deep into the heart of the week, and Gyeonggi came to the event and even hit the idea on the head of the mysterious machine.

Zhu Yi obviously wants to understand the relationship. He said: "I am just a nephew who is not valued. If you want to take me as a hostage to threaten your father, you don't have to, because it won't work at all. Your father won't have any. Concession."

"Killing me, my father will not feel so sad. You come to me, it is completely wrong."

The black man smirked and said: "Of course I know that you are not to be seen by the old thief, or else you will not fall into our hands today."

He smiled and smiled at Zhu Yi: "You don't have to be arrogant. You are still useful to us. For example, you grew up in the old thief house. For the layout of the government, everyone's habits, guarding the shifts, these things must be very clear."

Zhu Yi licked his lips and said nothing, and suddenly the wind rang in his ear. He was shocked. The middle-aged man in black did not know when he had come to him. The two were close at hand.

The black man had a cold smile on his face, and the long scar was twisted and twitched. He said, "You will tell me." Then he turned to look at Zhu Fatzi and others, his eyes were like watching a group of dead people, he Waving his hand: "Hands."

Under one command, a group of gale and monks shot, and the mana fluctuations swept the entire temple.

These monks are all wanted crimes in the Great Zhou Dynasty. All of them are desperate and savage. The combat experience is extremely rich, and they are more acquainted with each other. The efficiency of releasing spells is extremely high, not wasting a little mana. Kill enemies in an efficient way.

Zhu Fatzi and others have seen such a squad, a group of people have no power to fight back, and the wheat is like a piece of land.

Only the eight-layered Zhu Fatzi, the highest level of cultivation, the fastest response, the fat body burst out of a completely inconsistent speed, flying like a escape from the temple.

The black man wrinkled his frown: "Don't leave alive, our whereabouts can't be revealed." The two gale monks nodded and did not chase the hall.

In the heart of Lin Feng, the heart of the temple secretly complained, and the development of the situation has far deviated from his original expectations.

Fortunately, the other party did not immediately plan to kill Zhu Yi, which gave him time to plan.

In the midst of a sharp turn, Lin Feng had a rough plan and quickly chased Zhu fatzi.

This fat man is still useful, can't die.

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