As he said this, Chen Yanjun changed direction.

Fang Haiping followed again.

"I think you know."

Chen Yanjun shook his head and clasped his fists and said:

"Senior brother thinks it has nothing to do with Chen. I have something to do, so I'll say goodbye."

After saying that, he did not choose a way to escape, but moved his body and jumped toward the top of the sword bamboo.

brush--

Fang Haiping decisively drew his sword, and a sword energy rushed straight to the top of the bamboo, catching up with the back of Chen Yanjun's head.

Chen Yanjun had a premonition that the cold arrow behind him was behind him, so he stepped on the bamboo joints in advance and flew back into the valley.

Three feet away from Fang Haiping!

Chen Yanjun suddenly shouted:

"save--"

As soon as he spit out a word for rescue, he was suddenly dispersed by a roar of swords and turned into a breeze blowing through the bamboo.

It seems that the other party insisted on killing someone, so he had to delay time and wait for the prison guard to rescue him.

The movement and sword energy just now are no different from the exchange of discussions, and the assistants of the Martial Arts Academy may not care about it.

Moreover, this person is likely not coming alone, but has helpers watching outside the valley.

It was getting late, and now I could no longer see Fang Haiping's appearance. He was alone in the bamboo forest, like a pitch-black human-shaped murderous aura.

Chen Yanjun calmed down.

"What does this mean by senior brother?"

Fang Haiping said calmly:

"I have been observing Junior Brother Chen for several days. You must have had some adventures or hidden artifacts in your body, so that you can have these unusual talents... I have a premonition that you may become a disaster for the Tang Dynasty, so Fang will eliminate the harm to the people in advance."

After saying that, another sword came over from the air.

The sword energy roared at an extremely fast speed.

Chen Yanjun expected that the enemy would be the first, and he only relied on a three-meter distance to barely escape.

A cut was cut in the right arm's school uniform.

"You can't kill me with the eighth grade cultivation!"

Chen Yanjun said calmly.

He was worried that this son would hide his cultivation. The sword energy just now was much faster than the wife's sword energy.

"I feel that Senior Brother Fang is not trying to eliminate harm for the people, he may have other ideas... Speaking of which, do you want to know that poem? I still remember the first sentence."

Fang Haiping asked coldly:

"Tell me."

"Wait until autumn comes-"

Chen Yanjun just recited four words and heard Fang Haiping say:

"Don't keep it!"

Then his body flashed and a sword cracked over.

Chen Yanjun hurriedly retreated, thinking that this person might have something to do with Huang Chao.

An idea!

"etc--"

"In fact, there is more than one Tibetan poem, and there is one more powerful one."

Fang Haiping stopped chasing and asked coldly:

"And another poem?"

"Senior Brother Fang, listen to my chant: The rustling west wind is full of the yard, the cold and cold butterflies cannot come. If I am the Qing Emperor in another year, I will give you the same place as the peach blossoms."

Chen Yanjun chanted another poem by Huang Chao, and his name was also related to jujube, so he forgot about it.

Fang Haiping was stunned and hesitated obviously.

"If I were the Qing Emperor in this year... do you... have any other names besides Chen Yanjun?"

Chen Yanjun heard it, and this sentence means asking him if he has any other identity!

Is this guy really related to Huang Chao?

You know, Huang Chao is not a great poet, he only left a few short poems, and no one knows these poems in the Xianwu Tang Dynasty. It is even a matter of whether they have been created at the moment.

Could it be that Huang Chao often compares himself with Emperor Qing?

This made Fang Haiping hesitate?

Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun tentatively shouted:

"The king of heaven covers the earth tiger!"

Fang Haiping:

“…”

Chen Yanjun shouted again:

"The king of heaven covers the earth tiger!"

Seeing that the other party still did not respond, but his actions were obviously hesitant, Chen Yanjun's voice turned cold and said:

"Since you can't meet the code, you're not qualified to bother me."

Fang Haiping's voice suddenly calmed down.

"Junior Brother Chen and I go to meet someone."

Chen Yanjun remained silent, but he felt a little relieved.

At present, he has a chance to go deep into the enemy's nest and lead the prison guard to attack Huanglong and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

He may make great contributions and receive various rewards and reputations.

But it may also be: die.

Obviously, the other party could not tell the authenticity of the code, so he took it to see the senior management.

Once the opponent's senior officials saw through it, there was no such code. At this moment, the people from the Prison Warrior did not arrive, or the people who came were not strong enough, and there was only a way to die for him!

Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun remained silent.

"Who did that person meet? Where is that person?"

Fang Haiping said only:

"You will know when you go."

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"If I don't meet the code, I can't go with you. What if you take me to the prison guard?"

Fang Haiping's breath suddenly became cold, just said:

"If you don't kill you, you must take you away and offend you."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that a king overshadowed the earth tiger turned the other party's desire to kill someone into a desire to catch someone.

In this way, he successfully delayed the time and had a great chance of rescue by the prison guard.

With his ability, facing an eighth-grade warrior can at least last for a while.

"Forcibly take me away, you will die."

But Fang Haiping was no longer intimidated by his words, and drew his sword and released his sword energy.

"Snail-shaped sword energy, rope!"

In an instant, a spiral sword energy rolled up from all sides to Chen Yanjun's body.

The sword energy brought up bamboo leaves, forming a howling sword-pressing tornado.

Chen Yanjun was calm and composed.

When dealing with a higher level monk, his only way of fighting is: resonance.

Listen to the sword energy.

The five spirits are united, and they are intended to be their spiritual pressure gas state.

Compress the Dantian and pull the spiritual pressure to the limit.

Use the power of transforming power to drive the five spirits and swing it out with one sword!
To be continued...