"My memory has also been erased. I only know that I deciphered the poem, but I don't know the specific verses. Senior brother, you should ask Qing Hongzi Daoshou."

Saying this, Chen Yanjun changed direction and walked in another direction.

Fang Haiping followed again.

"I think you know."

Chen Yanjun shook his head, cupped his fists and said:

"Brother, why do you think it has nothing to do with Chen? I have something else to do, so I'm leaving."

Having said that, he did not choose another way to escape, but moved his body and jumped to the top of the sword bamboo.

brush--

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

Chen Yanjun had already had a premonition of a cold arrow from behind, stepped on the bamboo joint in advance, and dodged back to the valley.

We are three feet away from Fang Haiping!

Chen Yanjun suddenly opened his mouth and shouted:

"save--"

As soon as he uttered the word "rescue", he was suddenly washed away by the sound of a sword whistling and turned into a breeze blowing through bamboos.

It seemed that the other party was determined to kill someone, so he had no choice but to delay and wait for the Prison Department to rescue him.

The movement and sword energy just now were no different from sparring, and the assistant teacher at the martial arts academy might not care.

Moreover, this person probably did not come alone, but had helpers watching him from outside the valley.

It was getting late, and Fang Haiping's face could no longer be seen clearly at this moment. He stood alone in the bamboo forest, like a dark human figure with murderous aura.

Chen Yanjun calmed down.

"Senior brother, what do you mean?"

Fang Haiping said calmly:

"I have been observing Junior Brother Chen for several days. You must have had some adventure or hidden a magical weapon in your body to have these unusual talents... I have a hunch that you are likely to become a scourge of the Tang Dynasty, which is convenient for someone.

We are here to eliminate harm for the people in advance.”

After saying that, another sword struck through the air.

The sword energy roared in, extremely fast.

Chen Yanjun expected the enemy to be the first to attack him, so he only managed to escape with a distance of three feet.

There was a cut in the school uniform on his right arm.

"With eighth-level cultivation, you can't kill me!"

Chen Yanjun said calmly.

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

"I feel that Senior Brother Fang doesn't want to eliminate harm for the people. He probably has other ideas... Speaking of which, do you want to know that poem? I still remember the first sentence."

Fang Haiping asked coldly:

"Tell me about it."

"Wait until autumn comes——"

As soon as Chen Yanjun chanted four words, he heard Fang Haiping say:

"Don't stay!"

Then his figure flashed, and a sword struck him.

Chen Yanjun hurriedly retreated, thinking that this person might be related to Huang Chao.

An idea struck!

"etc--"

"Actually, there is more than one hidden poem, and there is also a more powerful one."

Fang Haiping stopped his pursuit and asked coldly:

"One more poem?"

"Senior Brother Fang, please listen to my chant: The west wind is blowing all over the courtyard, the core is cold, the fragrance is cold, and the butterflies are hard to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay the peach blossoms."

Chen Yanjun recited another poem by Huang Chao, the name of which was also related to chrysanthemum, but he forgot the details.

Fang Haiping was stunned for a moment, obviously hesitating.

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

Chen Yanjun heard it, and the meaning of this sentence was to ask him if he had any other identity!

Is this guy really related to Huang Chao?

You must know that Huang Chao is not a great poet. He only left a few poems. No one in the Xianwu Tang Dynasty knows these poems. It is even unclear whether they have been created or not.

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

Did this make Fang Haiping hesitate?

Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun tentatively shouted in a low voice:

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth!"

Fang Haiping:

"..."

Chen Yanjun whispered again:

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth!"

Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, but his movements were obviously hesitant, Chen Yanjun's voice turned cold and he said:

"Since you can't match the code, you have no right to bother me."

Fang Haiping's voice suddenly calmed down.

"Junior brother Chen and I are going to meet someone."

Chen Yanjun remained calm, but felt a little relieved in his heart.

Now, he has an opportunity to go deep into the enemy's lair, lead the prison officer to attack Huanglong, and kill all the enemies in one fell swoop.

He may make great achievements and receive various awards and fame.

But it's also possible: I'll die.

Obviously, the other party couldn't tell whether the password was true or false, so he took it to the senior management.

Once he is seen through by the opponent's high-level experts, there is no such secret signal, and at this moment, the people from the Prison Suppression Department have not arrived, or the people who come are not strong enough. What awaits him is death!

Thinking like this, Chen Yanjun remained calm.

"Who are you seeing? Where is that person?"

Fang Haiping only said:

“You’ll find out when you get there.”

Chen Yanjun shook his head.

"If I don't get the code, it's impossible for me to follow you. What if you take me to the Prison Suppression Department?"

Fang Haiping's breath suddenly turned cold and he only said:

"If I don't kill you, I have to take you away. I'll offend you."

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, a king of heaven overpowers a tiger on earth, turning the opponent's desire to kill into a desire to arrest someone.

In this way, he succeeded in delaying time until the bad guys from the Prison Suppression Department had a greater chance of rescuing him.

With his ability, he can at least hold on for a while against an eighth-grade martial artist.

"Take me away by force, and you will die as well."

Fang Haiping was no longer threatened by his words, so he drew his sword and released his sword energy.

"Spiral Sword Qi, Suo!"

In an instant, a spiral sword energy rolled toward Chen Yanjun's body from all directions.

The sword energy brought up the bamboo leaves, forming a roaring sword-pressed tornado.

Chen Yanjun was calm and calm.

To deal with the monks who are one level higher, his only way of fighting right now is: resonance.

Listen to the sword energy.

The five spirits are united into one, which is intended to be the spirit pressure gas state.
To be continued...