Tu Men's face was also very cold, "You think your life in the underground palace is too leisurely, and you want to find something to do for yourself?"

His handsome face was full of coldness. He usually acted like a carefree person but was not an upright person. When he got angry, it was a bit embarrassing.

Ji Buyao's face was obviously full of disdain, but if you look carefully, you can faintly see a hint of excitement in his eyes.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a sword fell into his palm. The sword was completely black, and under the light from the top of the goddess's stone statue, its entire body was glowing with lustrous light.

He held a sword flower and attacked Tu Men's face. Tu Men stood still, staring at the edge of his sword with a pair of light-colored eyes. The moment Ji Buyao approached, his footsteps

He moved lightly and dodged his first blow.

Both of them were extremely skilled in martial arts, and no one gave in to the other during the confrontation.

The originally neat attic became very messy due to the fight between the two, and the rare treasures were thrown to the ground like worn-out shoes.

Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but be speechless. She had never seen so many rare treasures, whether in the palace of the Great Yan Dynasty or in the palaces of the Western Regions.

But the two people were fighting each other as if they were blind, and their moves were very complicated. Suddenly, the two of them met each other with palms, and each was forced to take five or six steps back. They were both embarrassed.

Ji Buyao looked a little embarrassed, but with a crazy smile on his face, "After so many years, I haven't found an opponent for a long time. I am worthy of being Hu Tu's most proud disciple. It's very ."

He lowered his head and said with a smile: "I won't make it difficult for you. You can take away anything in the attic as long as you can see it."

But no one was moved. He frowned, "Don't everyone like these things? Why is it different from what I thought?"

He frowned, his expression full of confusion, as if he didn't know what he said was wrong, "Don't you like these?"

Tu Men glanced at him, "We have taken these things, can you tell us how to get out?"

The smile on Ji Buyao's face disappeared and he shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

He has been locked up here since he was fifteen or sixteen years old and has never been out. It's not like he hasn't looked for an exit, but it's been decades and he still hasn't found it.

Feng Jiuqing and the others all came in through the entrance above the quicksand, but they couldn't go out from that place, after all, it was covered with endless yellow sand.

Ji Buyao was used to being disappointed, and at this moment, he was even a little happy.

"Since you can't go out, just stay here and stay with me. Why are you still looking so sad?"

He threw the peerless sword in his hand casually and looked at Feng Jiuqing and Nangong Ling.

"The two kids you brought here are also very . I knew they were coming just now, and I thought they would die inside like those who accidentally broke in. I didn't expect them to be better than me.

It’s much more powerful to think about.”

Tu Men frowned, "Who wants to stay here with you, old guy? We have other things to do."

"Hey, you, a junior, really have no manners at all, just like your master."

Ji Buyao and Hu Tu were good friends who talked about everything many years ago, but since he has been trapped here for so many years, the two have not seen each other for many years.

Only then did he remember to ask: "You have never seen me before, how do you know that I am Ji Buyao?"

"I don't know, I'm just guessing."

Ji Buyao, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, is already very famous in the world of martial arts. Nowadays, Ji Buyao's legend is still recorded in the Jianghu books. What's more, his current face has not changed much from decades ago. It has just faded away.

Childish.

Ji Buyao nodded, "Let's go. I won't be bored anymore if you guys look for the exit with me."

Feng Jiuqing looked at Ji Buyao's straight back, her eyes full of curiosity.

"What are you looking at? It's just an old man as old as Tumen. What's so about him?"

Nangong Ling did not shy away from her jealousy.

These unpleasant words fell into Ji Buyao's ears, and he snorted coldly, "So what if I'm older? This face is still the same as when I was a teenager."

He didn't know anything else, but those who were better in martial arts than him were not as good-looking as him, and those who were better-looking than him were not as good in martial arts as him.

Nangong Ling's face darkened, and Ji Buyao quickly waved his hand, "Okay, I won't hit you, otherwise others will say I bullied the cripple."

"You..." Nangong Ling has grown up, and this is the first time he has encountered someone who speaks so choked.

The smile in Ji Buyao's eyes almost overflowed, "Let's go, I see you two are also injured. Don't care about your body just because you are young. I will take you two down and heal your injuries, and then we can discuss the matter."

Let’s talk about exporting.”

Now this was all they could do, so Feng Jiuqing and the others followed Ji Buyao and left the goddess stone statue. He gently pressed on the stone pillar in front of the stone statue, and a bridge appeared out of thin air on the lake in the distance.

"Let's go."

Feng Jiuqing reached out to help Nangong Ling, but he turned slightly to avoid it, "Your hands are not any better than mine. I can walk by myself."

"My hands can't be disabled. I know the medicine I prepare myself."

Just now, when Nangong Ling wasn't paying attention, she took two painkillers. Now she couldn't feel anything in her hands. What's more, Nangong Ling was so seriously injured because he was protecting her. She couldn't bear to watch like this.

He moved forward slowly like a snail.

In the end, Nangong Ling still couldn't convince her, and the two of them supported each other and followed Ji Buyao's footsteps to a bamboo house.

"I usually rest here, and if someone comes to disturb me, I will go out to have fun." It was the same today, but it was more than before.

The house is very clean and tidy, with books of all kinds everywhere, even miscellaneous notes about people.

Ji Buyao waved his hand, like a child entertaining good friends, "This room belongs to me. You can choose the rest by yourself. You can't touch my things casually."

Now was not the time to be polite. Feng Jiuqing helped Nangong Ling enter the room on the left.

She still had some medicine on her body, maybe just enough for the two of them for two or three days. Just when she was frowning and helpless, Ji Buyao whispered outside the door: "I have good medicine for wounds here. You want it?"

Don’t you want to try it?”

Feng Jiuqing opened the door and saw him standing outside with a lot of bottles and cans of various patterns in his hands.
Chapter completed!