In the rich forest.

Ningchuan's legs were filled with wind, whirring, and he ran farther and farther away. He was about to escape from the mountains and forests, and he felt extremely happy.

But when he ran out of the forest, his face suddenly changed again.

I saw a large number of torches appearing in front of me, densely packed with numerous figures.

It was a disciple of the Golden Knife Sect, the Yan Dao Gang and the Feixia Sword Sect.

They actually guarded the pass and surrounded the mountains and forests!

Ning Chuan's heart was surging, and hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step and walked towards an area with few people.

"Stop, code!"

A group of disciples of the Golden Sword Sect quickly discovered Ning Chuan.

"Moonlight shines on the big bed!"

Ning Chuan responded.

"The bed shines brightly on the moon, who is yours? Where are you going?"

"I am the real shore of Daming Temple. If you have important matters, please inform the temple. Please give me some convenience!"

Ningchuan opened his mouth.

"Origin of Daming Temple?"

A group of disciples of the Golden Knife Sect frowned slightly.

"What's the matter so late? Can't you leave tomorrow?"

"No, this matter is related to the life and death of my Daming Temple, and it cannot be delayed at all. If it causes my Daming Temple to be destroyed, can you afford it?"

Ning Chuan shouted angrily.

The expressions of several disciples of the Golden Knife Sect changed slightly.

What a bald thief!

What a big hat!

However, they still think that Ning Chuan is suspicious no matter how they look at it.

Otherwise, why would Daming Temple only send one monk back to report the news?

The few people hesitated for a moment and remained silent.

"Forget it, he can answer the code, so there should be no problem. Even if there is a problem, it is not our problem. Don't really delay any major issues by us."

Suddenly, someone next to him whispered.

The others looked at each other and finally nodded slightly.

"Master, come here!"

They spoke to Ningchuan.

Ning Chuan immediately walked out quickly, folded his hands together, and bowed repeatedly, "Amitabha, good, good, donors, donors..."

Fortunately, this group of people didn't recognize him at all.

He suddenly felt the benefit of Monk Huiwen's previous attempt to prevent them from going out.

Fortunately, I didn’t go out to take advantage of the fun at the inn. Otherwise, many people would definitely know me, and it would be even more difficult to run away when the time comes.

After leaving the area guarded by these people, Ning Chuan suddenly rushed towards the distance like a hare in joy.

He was afraid that others would chase him again, so he ran away with no chance of life.

This run actually ran all night.

It was not until the sky turned bright that Ning Chuan finally stopped and gasped heavily.

At this time, he was really thirsty and hungry, and with extremely tiredness, the large "strength" in his body was actually consumed.

Ning Chuan looked around and didn't recognize where this was.

After running wildly overnight, he had long lost his way.

"I'm so thirsty..."

Ning Chuan's lips were dry and he was panting while walking towards the river not far away.

When he arrived at the riverside, he collapsed to the ground, stretched out his head, and drank the river water in big mouthfuls.

After drinking, he lay down in the grass again, not wanting to move.

In this way, it took more than two hours to go.

It was not until an unbearable hunger came from the belly that Ning Chuan sat up from the ground with his sore body again.

At this moment, his body was covered in blood, his monk's robe was torn, and his many loopholes were described as terrible.

Fortunately, after more than two hours of rest, the strength in his body slowly recovered again and turned into an extremely thick appearance again.

Not only that.

Ningchuan also discovered something.

That is, his meridians were not deliberately guided by him at this time, and they rushed away one more time.

The ninth article has been penetrated!

This surprised Ning Chuan.

Automatic breakthrough?

Could it be that after every exhaustion, the probability of breaking through is very high?

He endured the hunger in his stomach and looked around, preparing to find some food.

…

Inside the Golden Knife Gate.

After a night of discussion.

The elders of the Wu League, Jiang Yuncai, Meng Jingang, Xu Tiandi, and Fang Wuque, the leader of the Jindao Sect, Yang Wuli, the deputy leader of the Yandao Sect, and Xu Feilong, the eldest elder of the Feixia Sword Sect, finally walked out of the secret room.

When they walked out, the elder of the Golden Knife Sect soon reported to Fang Wuque last night.

The faces of the few people suddenly changed slightly.

"The evil cultivator was not found? And he escaped another evil monk?"

Fang Wuque was shocked and angry.

"Yes, the sect leader, but our people are already looking for more."

The elder spoke.

"Waste, you are all waste, what are you doing to eat!"

Fang Wuque was angry.

"Okay, Brother Fang, don't get so angry. When things come to this point, no matter how much regret it, it's useless. And even if you can destroy the mouths of the evil cultivator and the evil monk, the mouths of many tourists in the martial arts world may not necessarily keep the secrets. What we can do now is to immediately surround the four directions before those sects can react! "

Jiang Yuncai spoke solemnly.

Fang Wuque took a deep breath and said heavily, "That's all."

"The master of the sect, there is another thing. The lady and the young master were both injured last night..."

The elder hesitated.

Fang Wuque snorted coldly, "What is the point of being injured by a martial arts practitioner? You also need to report this matter to me?"

The elder immediately said yes and did not dare to say more.

He didn't dare to say one thing in his mind, that is, your son-in-law seemed to have a lot of fun last night...

Just as the elder was about to leave, suddenly, he paused and turned back again, "By the way, sect master, when the evil monk fled last night, he emphasized more than once that he was an undercover agent. Could it be that he was really the eyeliner deliberately placed by the Martial Alliance?"

"Undercover?"

The others all looked at Jiang Yuncai, Meng Jingang and Xu Tiandi, showing suspicion.

Jiang Yuncai also frowned and said, "There is only one undercover agent who has been stationed in the Wu League, named Zhang Hai. He has returned successfully some time ago... Not good..."

His face suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something.

"What's wrong with Brother Jiang?"

Fang Wuque asked.

"He is really a Martial Arts League undercover. I remember Zhang Hai mentioned before that before he escaped from the Vajra Temple that day, a young monk saved him, and the two agreed that the young monk stayed and continued to be undercover for Zhang Hai so that we could control the situation of the Vajra Temple at any time. The young monk seemed to be called... called Jiechuan!"

Jiang Yuncai spoke.

"What? Why didn't Brother Jiang say it in advance?"

Fang Wuque asked.
To be continued...