The so-called high places are too cold, and the level of martial arts is just like that of the pyramid. The higher the places, the fewer people, and the bigger the gap between strength will be.

Feng Yun, who was at his peak, may be able to fight a little with first-class mid-stage warriors, but now his strength is not as strong as 20% of his peak, and two first-class mid-stage masters are eyeing him. It can be said that Feng Yun is dead in this situation.

"The little baby became the deputy chief of the government at a young age. He is very capable, but if you kill the young master of our Blood Sacrifice Pavilion, no matter who you are, you will die!"

The woman cursed and urged the man, "Be quick, we have been wasting too much time for this kid!"

"It's so tight!" The man responded, and at some point there was a hemp rope in his hand, and he stepped in front of Feng Yun in one step.

"Swoosh!" While the man was not paying attention, Feng Yun pointed an unspecified finger at the man's face.

"You're a trick!" The man smiled, sideways away from Feng Yun's attack, moved his feet to Feng Yun again, and pointed at the acupoints below his abdomen.

The man's plan was good, but as soon as his right index finger was pointed out, he was greeted by three cold green peak nails, so he had to dodge again.

With one move, Feng Yun was still suffering from severe pain all over his body and rushed straight into the window behind him. Compared to the small space of the inn, his escape might be bigger when he went outside.

"Little baby, did I let you go?"

Feng Yun was fast, but his other satin flower shoe was faster. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and flew out on his back.

With this force, an iron claw flew out of Feng Yun's sleeve and firmly grasped the beam of the inn. He broke through the door like a swing for a long time and was thrown out again. He fell to the ground and just stood up, he saw the woman rushing out of the first sight.

Not daring to delay, Feng Yun gritted his teeth and used his last ray of strength to perform his magical movements and jumped onto the horse's back, cut off the reins with a knife, and suddenly tightened the horse's belly. The black horse neighed, leaving behind a ground of smoke and dust, leaving lightning.

Holding the horse's neck tightly, Feng Yun desperately urged the dark horse under his crotch. At this time, his internal strength had been exhausted and he was seriously injured. Any ordinary person could take his life.

After running for more than an hour, I felt that no one was chasing me, after passing five or six paths, Feng Yun finally adjusted one and plunged into the depths of the dense forest.

When Feng Yun opened his eyes again, the stars shone in the sky in the dark, the night breeze blew, and the sound of insects in his ears came one after another. The dark horse seemed to be tired and snuggled behind Feng Yun and slept until he was on the ground.

Unexpectedly, he was in a coma for an afternoon. He only remembered that he had walked on the trail for a short time, his eyelids became heavier and he gradually lost consciousness.

After looking at the surrounding environment, Feng Yun began to carefully check his body. This examination made his heart sink to the bottom of the valley. This injury was even worse than the last time he was ambushed by the "Twelve Beasts" when he went down the mountain from Yinying Temple.

When he was riding on the horse, he converted the internal force in his body, including Wudang Nine Yang Gong, into a gentle and pure Kongtong mental method. However, even 10% of the internal force did not recover. The injured meridians and internal organs only repaired some of the fur. It would take at least half a month to recover to the peak. Of course, if there is medication, it would be faster.

In this way, let alone seeking revenge on those two people, it is difficult to even run away.

But what is the strength of this Blood Sacrifice Pavilion? It is at least two or three months away from Ning'an Mansion, and you can actually meet their people. But they didn't seem to take the Six Doors seriously at all.

After the incident, Feng Yun searched through the six gates of Ning'an Prefecture, but found no records about the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion.

Since there is no record of the six doors, this force...

He was already hungry, but with his current situation, it was really hard to catch a pheasant and a rabbit. Besides, the ones who had returned to their nests in the middle of the night, unless they were lucky enough to hit them directly and found some wild fruits to satisfy their hunger, Feng Yun fell asleep on the dark horse.

The night here is much warmer than Ning'an Mansion. It was speechless all night. The next day, Feng Yun woke up at dawn. The dark horse was swaying with its ponytail while eating the grass leisurely. The sky in the east was red, and the sun seemed to be about to break out.

Given his current physical condition, he dared not enter the town. He didn't know how many people came to the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion, nor did he know if there was a blood Sacrifice Pavilion eyeliner in front of him. Otherwise, as soon as he stepped into the city gate, the two of them followed him.

In this way, Feng Yun could only pick some paths to move forward, and the injuries in his body could only be slowly repaired by Kongtong's mental method.

After eating wild fruits for three consecutive days, on the fourth day, when his internal strength recovered by 20%, Feng Yun finally couldn't help it. He shot a pheasant with a hidden weapon, and slashed the pheasant's internal organs by a stream to start his barbecue journey.

The internal force in his body has recovered by 20%, and some of the injured small meridians have been repaired. What remains are some important parts. Although it is still a distance away from being completely intact, at least his simple movements will not cause any pain to sweat on his forehead.

This is a river beach, with gurgling streams and clear at the bottom. Several carp sized as big as a thumb wanders freely. The stones under the water are polished by flowing water to be round and smooth. The bushes in the distance extend from the tall trees to the distance.

After leaving the territory of Qishan County, he spent most of his time sleeping in the wilderness. He had some experience in surviving in the wilderness. He found some dry branches and took out the flint to light the fire. Suddenly, the blue flames burst out and put the cleaned pheasant through a branch and rolled on the fire. Soon, golden oil oozed out.

With the piece of salt that Liao Crook gave him, Feng Yun deliberately bought some pepper and other seasonings in the town along the road, which are now just right now.

Spread salt, pepper, cumin and other condiments, and soon the strong fragrance came out. In the gap, Feng Yun washed his face with the stream water, and suddenly felt that his fatigue disappeared.

"Oh, it smells so good! I haven't smelled such a fragrant thing in a long time!"

A sudden sound came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw an old man and a young man staring at the roast chicken on his fire rack.

"Is it you?" The child-like man's eyes fell on Feng Yun.

"Elder Zhang!"

What Feng Yun didn't expect was that the old and young people in front of him were actually the old and young people encountered in the inn in Qishan County. The man who looked like a child was Zhang Yixun, the elder of the Beggars' Sect Bag, known as the "Guanwu Boy".
Chapter completed!