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Ye Feng did not even have time to react, the man from Tian Dao Temple had already reached the top of the axman's head with her long blade. In a few more seconds, she would slash him into two halves.

However, at this time, another whirlwind of a figure jumped out from the bushes to block the woodcutter.

It was an old man!

"Such a fast speed!"

Ye Feng was startled, she felt that the old man was familiar, but wasn't her speed too fast? Her vision blurred for a moment.

Bang!

The old man slapped out his palm to the side, a strong Qi congealing in his palm and accurately knocking away that long blade, causing it to cut into the ground right next to the herb picker, creating an extremely terrifying crack on the hard riverside stone road, and sending bits and pieces flying everywhere.

Ye Feng hid in the grass and looked. The old man was actually Mr.Huang, who she had seen at the Long family trading fair before. She was Tianzhu Mountain Huang Peirong, with a full thirty years of cultivation!

Unexpectedly, this old man actually came as well. Ye Feng thought, and didn't dare to continue watching, so he quickly took a detour and continued to move forward.

No matter if it was Huang Peirong or the two fellows from Tian Dao Temple, Ye Feng did not want any conflicts between them. Right now, he only wanted to reach the ancient tomb safely and search for traces of Su Feiying.

"That Mr.Huang should not be an evil person. I wonder why he is looking for Mo Jiuge ?"

Ye Feng thought, and thought about what Huang Peirong had told him to say to "Mo Jiuge" back at the Langfang Hotel.

Shaking his head, he didn't think too much about it. He walked up the mountain path, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. Right now, the Changbai Mountain was in danger from all sides, just like a moment ago. Ye Feng completely did not discover that there was a Mr.Huang hiding nearby.

Of course, no matter how dangerous it was, his determination to go to the ancient tomb couldn't be changed.

After another half an hour, Ye Feng arrived at the mountainside. There was an area where the forest was even denser and overgrown with weeds.

He looked through the bushes and saw a winding mountain road ahead. After two to three kilometers, he would arrive at a spacious mountain platform. Ye Feng frowned, because there were more than ten people on the mountain platform, with one look, he could tell that they were all martial artists.

If he wanted to go to the entrance of the ancient tomb, the mountain platform was a must pass, but with Ye Feng's mask on, wanting to pass through so many people's mountain platform, it was simply wishful thinking.

"Oh right, these people are all here because of the Ling Xi Grass. Could it be that the mountain terrace is the place where the Ling Xi Grass were to be auctioned? "

Ye Feng quickly reacted, however, at this moment, he suddenly felt messy footsteps coming from ahead, accompanied by the extremely alluring, delicate breathing of a woman, which seemed to be familiar with him.

"What's going on?"

Ye Feng stopped in her tracks, and immediately wanted to hide in the grass, but before he could do anything, a charming figure suddenly rushed out from the grass and bumped into him.

Ye Feng subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to use the of the Dragon Sword Ring, to kill in the future! She wasn't sure if the other party was planning a sneak attack or something else.

But in a moment of haste, he saw clearly who the person who was charging over was, it was actually the Long Wan'er who had a delicate blush all over his face!

"It's you!" "I ?"

Long Wan'er rushed out of the grass, his delicate body naturally knocked towards Ye Feng. She raised her head and also saw the masked guy in front of her. He was shocked and his eyes revealed a look of despair.

If there was an ambush before and a pursuer after, wasn't this the same situation that Ye Feng was facing after entering the Langfang's trade fair?

Ye Feng could tell with a glance, that the girl was in a very bad situation. She had even been infected with some kind of aphrodisiac poison, it was unknown who it was that poisoned her.

Seeing her, Ye Feng suddenly had an idea.

He didn't think much of it and immediately reached out a hand, taking the opportunity to pull her soft body into his embrace. Immediately, a light fragrance wafted into his nose, and a warm and soft touch was transmitted through her snow-white dress to Ye Feng's hands, causing him to be unable to resist the burning in his heart.

However, he immediately calmed himself down. He didn't attack this little girl to take advantage of her.

"Who's chasing you?"

Ye Feng whispered into her ear.

"Let me go!"

Long Wan'er struggled as he blushed red and wanted to slap him.

It was a pity that Ye Feng's cultivation had increased greatly, and she easily held her hand: "I want to help you, since you do not appreciate my kindness, then forget it."

After Long Wan'er heard this, he panted for breath, his beautiful eyes filled with suspicion.

She didn't think that this hateful masked man would be so kind as to help her. There had to be some sort of trick to it. When he thought about how he was teased by this fellow in Langfang, Long Wan'er felt like throwing things at him. Unfortunately, she had met him again, but she did not have the ability to take revenge, and was once again taken advantage of by him.

As Long Wan'er thought about this, she felt that her whole body was burning hot. The strong poison from before had an uncontrollable effect, so she immediately activated her Dantian and used all the Qi in her meridians to suppress the shameful desire.

"Right, you can ?"

Long Wan'er's beautiful eyes turned and he thought of a way. He no longer struggled and instead weakly stuck himself to Ye Feng: "It's the two bastards from Super Fist Sect who had ulterior motives. Do you want to help me?"

A voice that was as pleasant to the ears as an oriole, with limitless temptation, sounded out beside Ye Feng's ears.

Super Fist Sect?

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly remembered that swarthy boy who was kicked away by Long Wan'er at the Langfang's trade fair. Could it be him?

Soon, he realized that his guess was not wrong.

The grass rustled as the sound of footsteps came closer. Very soon, a familiar voice came out: "Wan'er, just surrender to your fate and surrender! I'd like to see where you can run to like this. Why don't you obediently follow me? Senior Brother and I will definitely pamper you and make you feel better ? "

Wasn't this voice the guy who intentionally argued at the trade fair, trying to attract Long Wan'er's attention?

He was so weak that he had exploded. He did not expect to use such a method today, and even found a senior brother as a helper, wanting to do something shameless to Long Wan'er.

When the sound of footsteps got closer and closer, Ye Feng could feel that one of the two people was very weak, and the other was merely at the same level as Li Junlong.

Very quickly, two figures appeared in front of Ye Feng. Both of them were startled.

The other party was startled that Long Wan'er, who always had his eyes up high, would actually be hugged by a masked guy, looking extremely intimate.

While Ye Feng was stunned, there were not only two people, but three. It was just that one of the fellows was being carried by one of them, who else could it be other than the pretty boy, Long Xian?

Ye Feng immediately understood why Long Wan'er was tricked. Logically speaking, there were a lot of Long family members here, but it should be impossible for the two fellows from Super Fist Sect to succeed, but unfortunately, with Long Xian as a spy, it was too easy to lure Long Wan'er out.

One of them was the tanned young lad he had met before in the trade fair, with a cultivation of at most three to four years, whom Ye Feng had never placed in her eyes.

The other tall man who carried the adonis, Long Xian, appeared much stronger, her face had a treacherous and sinister look. It was possible that the scheme of drugging Long Wan'er was something this fellow had thought of, and it should be the tanned fellow's senior brother.

Long Xian's face was filled with fear, and was being held in the tall man's hands: "Wan'er, you can't blame me for this. If they don't say anything, they will just kill me ? "

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