Vol 6 Chapter 32: Foggy

The moonlight swayed on the ground like snow, as if a white silver cream was on the land.
The two figures fluttered past the burning moonnet in this bright moonlight.
Their speed has reached an unimaginable level.
The shadow of the front is shrouded in a thick mist, like rolling in the air. After a tumbling, it is a distance of several tens of feet.
Behind him, an old man's footsteps are like a stream of water, sliding on the ground, it seems not fast, but the degree of i& is not slow.
Behind them, there are still a few figures coming close behind, but everyone's degree is kept above a stable frequency, and no one can catch up with each other. Similarly, no one can get rid of tracking.
Zhuo Yufeng’s heart was furious, and the person’s speed was far above his estimate, and even more shocking to him, the thick fog on the other side seemed to have a more and more intense trend.
Since chasing it out, the person's body has such a thick fog. It is in the cover of this thick fog that he does not even know which kind of exercises the other party used to escape. It can be seen that these dense fogs have a strong hidden effect to the extreme.
Zhuo Yufeng even felt that this person could win himself and quietly sneak into the arsenal, which is definitely related to this fog.
If you let Yi Ming in the running know his thoughts at the moment, I will definitely laugh at the big teeth.
In fact, He Yiming at the moment is equally happy. Once he got out of the city of Lingbi Hall, his heart suddenly became cheerful.
In the pagoda, once he thinks of the many masters of the Lingbi Hall, He Yiming’s heart is like a squeaky smashing of a huge stone. And leaving this range at the moment, I feel that nature is very different.
When he absorbed a layer of cloud power behind his body, he immediately fled to the distance using the two-point and one-line exercises of the wind system. This time, he tried his best, and this powerful mobile exercise has already pushed the power to the extreme under his constant display.
Before today, he never tried to use this technique for a long time without interruption. However, when he did this, he had the urge to go away at any time.
Hidden, he seems to have touched the pulse of a hurricane, the power of the powerful wind and clouds constantly rushing toward his body, let him completely sink into it.
At this time, don't say that someone is chasing after him, even if no one is chasing, He Yiming will not stop.
In this way, I don’t know how far it went. He Yiming suddenly felt that the adsorption of the force of the cloud had dropped rapidly.
He gave a slight glimpse, although he did not decrease, but looked up. The bright moon of the day has disappeared, and the whole sky seems to be extremely dark.
He felt a move in his heart and suddenly realized that it would be dawn soon.
The time before the morning sun appeared, it was undoubtedly the darkest.
One thought of this, his face can not be changed by the emblem, the power of the wind and the cloud in the night, can swing the most powerful power, if it is between the white, although the impact on the wind power is not big However, there are considerable obstacles to the power of the cloud.
His ears shook a little, and suddenly the sound behind him was in the ear.
In the heart of the bitter smile, in the back of the few people, in addition to the old friend Jin campaign, there are actually three honors. He cursed himself secretly, he did not burn the arsenal, but these people still have to put on a posture that is not unreasonable. It is really an unobtrusive look. Although it is above the plain, it is always visible. Dwarf forest.
These dwarf forests are like greens dotted on the vast plains, full of vitality.
Taking a deep breath, He Yiming suddenly turned and rushed toward the nearest green dwarf forest. With his degree, almost a few breaths, he has entered the dwarf forest.
When he entered the short forest, the infuriating high energy in the body, the force of the cloud no longer inhaled into the body, but exploded in an instant.
The power of the powerful cloud filled the entire space, and in a moment, it was shrouded in a short forest that was not too big.
At the end of the night, when the morning is approaching, the air is filled with water. The power of the cloud is like a catalyst. It absorbs all the water and gas into a huge fog.
Zhuo Yufeng’s heart screamed badly. Although he did not catch up with the other side, he did not touch this cloud, but the old guy who has lived for a hundred years is naturally well-informed. When the thick fog began to spread, he knew that this time he was afraid that he could no longer trace the whereabouts of the other party.
Sure enough, when he entered the dwarf forest, he suddenly lost the other side's induction. This thick fog does have a strong hidden role. If you want to continue to lock the opponent's whereabouts in this cloud, it is beyond his reach.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came in from the forest. "Zhu Shishu, have you caught up?" Zhuo Yufeng’s heart was overjoyed, and he was busy with the golden master. Don’t come in. The thick fog here has a strange effect. You and the two uncles are guarding this. Grab.

The Golden Battle rang aloud, and he and the other two survivors immediately held the three directions of the dwarf forest.
The power of the Lingbi Hall was so powerful that nearly ten people came here when the sun rose. Although they do not have the old monsters of the Sayādaw level, they are all innate or the strongest ones.
A group of people searched the jungle for half a day, and even cut all the short trees, but in the end they found nothing.
Although they were unusually unwilling, they eventually had to admit that the mysterious guy was no longer here.
After leaving the dwarf forest, everyone's face was quite ugly.
The two sages who were first chased out had a broad shoulder and a tall figure, and they were as strong as a wall. West is another (8 thin, but much better than Zhuo Yufeng.
In the Hall of the Ghosts, although the Sayādaw is basically retired, it will not participate in the world. But every five years, there will be two sages sitting on the tower. If there is any big event in the outside world, they will be coordinated by them. This is the value of the spirits, and these two are this. The value of the honorable person in five years.
The tall figure is named Gao Weiliang, and the slightly thinner is called Du Wenbin. Although they are not famous now, but a hundred years ago, they were famous. In Dashen, they were also the top players, and they were not inferior to the current Golden Battle. It’s just a slap in the sea. After a hundred years, they have already disappeared.
After everyone meets, they die and each other's faces are not good-looking.
Such a strong strength, even will be escaped, this is undoubtedly like a slap in the face of their faces, so that their faces have a burning feeling.
"Zhu Shixiong, what kind of person looks like, what is the use of the method?" Gao Weiliang asked quietly.
Zhuo Yufeng’s face was blue and green.
This person is covered with a black towel, but although I have never seen it, I am sure that this person must be from Huangquanmen.
The face of the Golden Battle and others have subtle changes.
Du Wenbin hesitated: "Zhuo brother, we are all with q, although Huang Quanmen is the world's first assassin sect, but there has never been an assassination of the sage, and they have never heard of it, they will lurk into the sect Within the sect."
Although the strength of Huang Quanmen is strong, he does not dare to offend all the sects in the world.
Can not assassinate the sage, can not enter the sect of the gate.
This is already a rule that both sides have recognized. If Huang Quanmen is really unscrupulous, it will certainly cause panic and hostility among all the big sects in the world. If all the sects abandoned their former suspicions, they joined forces, even if they were hidden in the secret Huangquanmen, fearing that they would only be killed.
Zhuo Yufeng snorted and said: "This person's blind eye has reached the realm of ecstasy. If the old man remembers the furnishings in the arsenal, he will also be deceived by him." He paused and his face was as heavy as a mountain. Dao: "The old man, even if this person does not know how to enter the arsenal, this degree of blindness is definitely due to the rumors of the Quanquan Gate, and it is impossible to have a second home.
Gao Weiliang looked slightly, and said: "His blind eyes can even be smashed by you?" He said, he looked back.
Zhuo Yufeng smiled bitterly: "The high school brother, we have cut all the trees, and this person's blind eye is even more powerful, and there is no possibility of hiding.
Gao Weiliang took back his eyes, but in his eyes he still had a hint of unwillingness.
Zhuo Yufeng continued: "This person is not only good at obstacles, but also the weapons used, but also the special fork sword of Huangquanmen." He paused and said: "This person has been forked by me when I fled. The sword stayed, it should be in the library."
Gao Weiliang slightly 怔~EbookFREE.me~ Road: "Zhuo brother, the younger brother came out of the library, although not carefully searched, but did not seem to see any fork sword."
Although the library is disorderly, the Japanese sword is so obvious that if it is really there, it is naturally impossible to turn a blind eye.
In the eyes of Zhuo Yufeng, the mans flashed and said: "Impossible, this fork sword was shot down by me, just in the library."
Gao Weiliang hesitated a moment and said: "If this is the case, let's go back and say."
Everyone rushed back like a wind. When Zhuo Qifeng heard that he had never found a fork sword in the library, his face suddenly became cloudy and uncertain, and even the eyes were glimmering.
This matter is indeed a matter of great importance. Not only did the three lords chasing people, but even how this person entered the arsenal did not know it, and Zhuo Yufeng vowed that the sword in the library would disappear inexplicably. It’s incredible that everything is amazing.
After one day, the arsenal on the fifth floor was transferred to the tenth floor of the tower. Not only were there guards outside the door, but even in the library and the arsenal, there was a singer who gave a gift to the sacred temple. The wind is like a crane.