"Lost? In my dictionary of Xiang Yufeng, there will never be this word. Old monk, if you want to catch me, you have to see first. Do you still have the power to fight? I don't believe it. You can fight again." As he said that, Xiang Yufeng took a step and was about to walk down the mountain. "I had no intention of fighting with you. You, the old monk, have to meddle in other people's business. If it weren't for Ziyue's face, I would never have calculated it. After fighting so many times, you did not take any advantage. I will leave now. I don't believe it, can you still chase me?"

After Xiang Yufeng said that, he turned around and walked down the mountain. Huizhi really looked at Xiang Yufeng's back as Xiang Yufeng said without moving.

"Bor!" With a sound, a mouthful of red liquid spurted out of Huizhi's mouth. It was not that he didn't want to stop Xiang Yufeng, but that he had no way to stop him anymore.

"Master!" With two screams of exclamation, the two little monks rushed to Huizhi's side. Huizhi seemed to have not heard the words of these two little monks. Looking at Xiang Yufeng's gradually moving away, he murmured: "With this demon, I am in trouble with the right path. Hurry up, pass the master sect, pass the master sect!"

Xiang Yufeng, who had already known about Huizhi, had already arrived at the foot of the mountain. Yang Ziyue and Hong Tan, who had been waiting there, saw Xiang Yufeng coming down and quickly came up. However, before Yang Ziyue could speak, Xiang Yufeng spit out a mouthful of blood and fell softly into Yang Ziyue's arms.

"Yufeng, Yufeng, don't scare me." Yang Ziyue was so scared that she was speechless when she saw the situation. She whispered weakly in Yufeng: "I'm fine, just adjust my breathing for a while."

The car started slowly, and Yang Ziyue was sitting in the car, holding Xiang Yufeng's arms, looking at Xiang Yufeng's pale face, feeling extremely distressed. Although Yang Ziyue didn't know what happened on the top of the mountain after she left, she did not witness who won and who lost between Xiang Yufeng and Huizhi. However, as a martial arts man, Yang Ziyue felt from the constant fluctuations of power and the energy that filled the sky. This battle must be extremely thrilling. In Yang Ziyue's cognition, Xiang Yufeng is indeed a rare martial arts genius, but no matter how powerful he is, he should not be an opponent of Buddhist masters like Huizhi. But Xiang Yufeng came back, and Huizhi did not stop it. This only shows that something he didn't know about was happening on the mountain.

"Yufeng, is it better?" Yang Ziyue looked at Xiang Yufeng slowly opened her eyes. Although his face was still a little white, she was a little angry than before.

Hearing Yang Ziyue's concern, Xiang Yufeng forced a smile: "Look, your eyebrows are squeezed together. You are not even half apart. The image of Weiwei when you were throwing me around back then." Looking at Xiang Yufeng's joking words, Yang Ziyue's worrying mood has also slowed down a lot. She also remembered the situation when Xiang Yufeng was teased by herself when she just entered the school, and her eyes were full of smiles, "You have the nerve to say that, you can't blame me. Who told me that drunk father always told me in my ear, what a lot of apprentice he has taken me, and he annoyed me every day. How can I not ask you for trouble?"

"Then why do you want to pretend to be a man? Look at yourself, look at this eye, this nose, this mouth, what a beautiful little woman, pretending to be a man, do you know, how did I call you behind my back at that time?"

"You bad guy, I don't have to think about it. I know you have nothing good to say. I don't want to dress up as a man, but there is no way. I want to be quieter, otherwise I wouldn't let a group of flies circling around me all day long?" Yang Ziyue said with a small face raised.

Xiang Yufeng smiled with a hint: "You must understand us boys too. After all, after the hard years of studying in high school, I finally went to college. It was like a wolf released from a cage. When I saw my mother, my eyes turned green... Cough cough..."

"Look at you, you're still hurt, so don't talk much." Yang Ziyue looked blameless, and she hugged Xiang Yufeng in her arms again.

"I know my body, it will be better if I rest for two days. However, Zi Yue, who is the old bald donkey? Why is it so spicy? To be honest, I almost got off." Xiang Yufeng said.

"Zen Master Huizhi is a monk from the monks and Taoist sect. His Buddhist teachings are extremely profound. Although his martial arts are not comparable to those of my father and Taoist Qingfeng, he is also a master of Buddhism and Taoism. I thought that a monk like him should have a weak temper, but he did not expect that he would look like this when he saw you."

"That old bald donkey meddled with nostalgia. I didn't know him at all. Damn, this fight was in vain." Xiang Yufeng covered his chest that was vaguely painful. "If I hadn't just understood the power of Haotian's eighth level and thus evolved into the Nine Changes of Blood Moon, I guess I would have fallen there today, and I would be angry when I think about it."

"What are you going to be angry about? Actually, when you think about it, Master Huizhi's reaction is reasonable. Buddhas and demons are originally incompatible, and your identity is so special. The most important thing is that you are so young and have such strength. No wonder Master Huizhi insists on keeping you." Yang Ziyue said.

"Hmph, I know they are the so-called righteous path, and I also know that righteous path and demons are two opposing groups, but this is all my business? Although I am in the Moluo Palace, my master is Master Qingfeng. Do you think I am the righteous path or the demon path?"

"Of course you can't be considered the right way. Have you forgotten that you are..." Yang Ziyue glanced at Hong Tan sitting in front of her and did not continue to say.

Xiang Yufeng rolled his eyes to Yang Ziyue: "They are all killing people. The difference is that one uses a gun and the other uses a knife. Is there any difference? I hate the most, you guys holding the flag of righteousness, are full of slogans and behind their backs, maybe they are doing something in the nest?"

"Who are you talking about? Are you looking for a fight?" Yang Ziyue pinched Xiang Yufeng's nose.

"I didn't say you, you are my woman, of course you are married to the chicken. I am a demon, and you can't escape." Xiang Yufeng took Yang Ziyue's hand and kissed her, which made Yang Ziyue's face not turn red. She gently broke free from Xiang Yufeng's hand and looked at Hong Tan carefully. Seeing that Hong Tan didn't pay attention to this, she felt relieved and hit Xiang Yufeng, "Hate, I don't have a positive appearance all day long, so just let Master Huizhi accept you, so as not to bully people."

"I really want him to accept it, but he must have this ability."

Yang Ziyue heard the meaning of Xiang Yufeng's words and said in disbelief: "You won? Impossible!"

"Of course I didn't win, but the old bald donkey didn't fall well, otherwise why would you think he let me go?" Xiang Yufeng rubbed his chest and said, "I just felt that this fight was a bit unfair. For no reason, I didn't know him at all, nor did it hinder his interests. He was just a sea of ​​Dharma, meddling in other people's business, and was full. What's the relationship with him? Didn't you say that he was a monk who was enlightened? He had all attained enlightenment, so why didn't you hurry to find Tathagata to have tea in the West?"

Listening to Xiang Yufeng's vicious curse Huizhi and let him die, Yang Ziyue gave Xiang Yufeng a angrily blank: "You, please accumulate some virtue in your mouth, you don't say that."

"I'm already very polite, I..."

"What's wrong?" Yang Ziyue was startled when she saw Xiang Yufeng suddenly no sound and asked quickly, but she asked a few times in succession. Xiang Yufeng still didn't respond and was still leaning against her body, "Yufeng, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you..."

Xiang Yufeng looked at the window blankly and slowly raised his fingers: "That, is that Yuyu?" Following the direction of Yang Ziyue's fingers, Xiang Yufeng saw a small figure standing there alone in the square on the roadside. Yang Ziyue had never seen Xiang Yuyu, but when she saw Xiang Yufeng's appearance, she hurriedly called and stopped the car.

"It's Yuyu, my God, it's really this little ancestor." As soon as the car stopped, he heard Hongtan's words full of eagerness and joy.

"Yu Peak, Yu Peak..." Yang Ziyue shook a few times, Xiang Yu Peak who was still in a daze, but Xiang Yu Peak still did not react at all. Just when Yang Ziyue wanted to help Xiang Yu Peak up, she heard Xiang Yu Peak's shock, and then quickly got out of the car and walked towards the small figure in the square.

As we got closer, Xiang Yufeng saw clearly that Xiang Yuyu's eyes were covered with a thick layer of black cloth, and he stood there alone. The helpless feeling made Xiang Yufeng's nose sore suddenly.

Xiang Yufeng stopped Hong Tan and slowly walked towards Xiang Yuyu. He was afraid to scare his sister. He was afraid that some bad things would happen to his sister these days. Although he didn't want to think about it, he had to do so.

"Yuyu." Xiangyu Peak tried to make his voice gentle and lighter, just like he was afraid of scaring away the birds flying to the ground for food.

When he heard someone calling his name, especially when he heard the sound so familiar, Xiang Yuyu's little body suddenly stiffened and looked towards the direction where Yufeng was. "Yuyu" When Xiang Yufeng's second cry came again, Xiang Yuyu's little mouth slowly flattened and slowly became an arc. After much time, tears flowed down from the tender little face.

"Yuyu!" Xiang Yufeng did not slow down his steps, but walked quickly to Yuyu, leaned down and half-kneeled in front of his sister, stretched out his hand slightly to collide with this small body.
Chapter completed!