"Everyone, I don't know why it means hurting my subordinates, destroying my formation, and breaking my stele and stone?" Yan Chuan's voice came from the direction of the bamboo forest.

Yan Chuan slowly stepped out of the edge of the bamboo forest and frowned and looked at the group of uninvited guests.

"Wuwu!" Ding Wugu held a gun in his mouth and asked for help.

"Cry!" In the sky, the crane flapped its wings and fell from the sky beside the girl.

Yan Chuan's expression moved and he immediately recognized the crane. However, Yan Chuan still stared at everyone without any relaxation.

"Above Wenruo! I saw the words on the stele and saw the hunting, and I was very sorry for breaking the stele and stone!" Mr. Wenruo said solemnly.

The word "san" has dispelled Mr. Wen Ruo's arrogance. Therefore, his voice is quite polite.

"My name is Mo Yuxi! I haven't asked for advice yet." Saint Yuxi looked at Yan Chuan curiously.

"What are you talking about to him? Boy, who are you? Also, why don't you release Ding Wugu quickly!" Young Master Yang said arrogantly.

Yan Chuan looked at everyone, but did not let Huo Guang release Ding Wugu.

"My name is Yan Chuan. You guys come without telling me. What do you mean?" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yan Chuan? Your surname is Yan?" Mo Yuxi's eyes lit up.

"Hmm?" Yan Chuan frowned slightly.

"That day, you are familiar with the people of Dahe Sect. Who is Yan Tao from Dahe Sect?" Mo Yuxi asked.

"Yan Tao?" Mr. Wen Ruo was stunned.

Yan Chuan squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yuxi.

"It's my father!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"My father? No wonder, no wonder, the tiger father has no dog son, it is true. In the past, the Heavenly Tribute Conference, Yan Tao fought alone in all directions and stood proudly among the heroes. When Wenruo was lucky enough to meet him, there were very few people who admired Wenruo throughout his life, but Yan Tao was one of them. It turned out to be the descendant of Yan Tao!" Mr. Wenruo sighed immediately.

"I will compensate you for all the losses caused. I wonder if Ding Wugu will be released?" Mo Yuxi said with a smile.

Yan Chuan looked at Mo Yuxi and was slightly silent.

Yan Chuan could feel Mo Yuxi's show of kindness. After all, with her subordinate who had just broken the formation, it would not be difficult to save the dwarf, but she didn't do that, and obviously didn't want to get into evil.

Of course, I didn't ask Huo Guang to kill the dwarf before, and I didn't want to make trouble, so I left it for the first time.

Yan Chuan nodded slightly and waved slightly to Huo Guang.

"Yes!" Huo Guang in the distance, Liu Jin immediately responded.

"call!"

The spear pulled out Ding Wugu's mouth, and Huo Guang and Liu Jin immediately retreated.

"Oh my god, bastard, I want you to die!" Ding Wugu was furious to get free. He took out a black ball and wanted to take action again.

"Ding Wugu!" Mo Yuxi scolded coldly all his life.

Ding Wugu was shocked in the distance and turned his head immediately.

"Saint, they humiliated me. I want them to die, I want them to die!" Ding Wugu said hatred.

"Rareless!" Qinglong shouted angrily.

A sharp breath went straight away from Ding Wugu. Ding Wugu trembled all over, and after a sensation, he calmed down a lot.

After looking at the soldiers with resentment, Ding Wugu tried hard to take a few deep breaths before calming down.

"Yes! Follow the saint's orders!" Ding Wugu said unwillingly.

"Yes!" Mo Yuxi nodded and stopped looking at him.

However, Ding Wugu still looked at the soldiers and his face was gloomy.

"Prince, they are almost out of reach!" Huo Guang shouted in the distance.

The soldiers covered their wounds and surrounded the five young generals. The five young generals were poisoned by Ding Wugu's black gas, and their bodies were pitch black and trembling.

Yan Chuan raised his eyelids: "Mo Yuxi, fulfill your promise!"

Yan Chuan knows some Feng Shui techniques, but his cultivation is too low and he cannot detoxify for a while.

"Ding Wugu, detoxify them!" Mo Yuxi shouted to the dwarf.

"I wonder. This time I was insulted. Because the saint spoke, I will not pursue it anymore. Can I save them? Don't think about it!" Ding Wugu said poisonously.

"Ding Wugu!" Mo Yuxi said coldly.

"Saint, I am not your subordinate. This time you enter the Feng Shui array, you have to rely on me. For a few ants, do you ignore my feelings? I will not save you unless I die!" Ding Wugu said in a cold voice.

After saying that, Ding Wugu looked at Yan Chuan coldly, looking disdainful. When he entered the Feng Shui array, he still needed himself as a Feng Shui master. Ding Wugu believed that Mo Yuxi could not do anything to him.

Mo Yuxi frowned and finally sighed slightly.

"Qinglong, go and see, there is a way to save it!" Mo Yuxi frowned.

Mo Yuxi's words had already expressed her position. She would rather offend Yan Chuan than offend Ding Wugu at this critical moment.

Yan Chuan didn't say anything, but walked over and looked at the five young players.

A green light from Qinglong's hand poured into a young general's body. However, the young general's whole body was trembling, and his face was still black.

"Saint!" Qinglong shook his head, indicating that he could not detoxify.

"It's useless. This is Feng Shui poison, which has entered the heart meridian. If you don't understand Feng Shui, you can't solve it!" Ding Wugu said disdainfully to Qinglong.

"Prince!" The soldiers bowed to Yan Chuan who was walking towards him.

These five young players died to support Yan Chuan, so Yan Chuan naturally would not let him go.

After reaching out, Liu Jin immediately handed over the jade brush and handed it to the inkstone.

After dipping ink, Yan Chuan quickly wrote on the foreheads of the five people.

As soon as the jade brush came out, Mr. Wenruo's eyes lit up in the distance.

"This stroke is so rough, it is impossible to write such domineering words!" Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head.

Yan Chuan ignored it and quickly wrote on the foreheads of the five people.

As the pen came out, a breeze suddenly rose around, and bursts of blue light suddenly appeared, slowly pouring into the five people's bodies.

"Qing!" "Qing!"......

Five clear characters were written in a row, and bursts of blue light shrouded the five poisoned people.

"Is it really written by him? It turns out that it is his handwriting!" Mr. Wen Ruo exclaimed in the distance.

In amazement, Mr. Wenruo showed a moment of bitterness. Looking at the young man's tender back, Mr. Wenruo felt like he had practiced his calligraphy before and had practiced his dogs.

Young Master Yang looked at Yan Chuan jealously and said, "Just-word? It's just a little path!"

Ding Wugu also looked at him hatefully.

"Prince, will they be fine?" Huo Guang said worriedly.

Handing the brush to Liu Jin, Yan Chuan took a deep breath and said, "I don't know, it depends on my fortune. My words can only clear some of the evil poisons. The rest depends on them. Take care of this place and don't touch their bodies!"

"Yes!" the silver armored troops responded.

"Huo Guang, stay, everyone's injuries!" Yan Chuan looked at Huo Guang.

"Yes!" Huo Guang replied.

Not only was the injury of everyone, but more importantly, it was to stabilize the morale of the army. Huo Guang instantly understood.

Yan Chuan stood up and took Liu Jin to everyone again.

"Everyone, go to the humble house and talk!" Yan Chuan said to Mo Yuxi and others.

"Yeah!" Mo Yuxi nodded.

Mr. Wen Ruo looked at Yan Chuan and showed a moment of shame.

Young Master Yang is disdainful, while Ding Wugu is resentful.

"Xiao He'er, you can play for yourself and come to see me later!" Mo Yuxi said to Xianhe.

"Cry!"

The crane nodded, flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

Everyone followed Yan Chuan into the bamboo forest and soon came to a bamboo house.

The bamboo house was covered with white mist again, and the formation that the Qinglong had broken before slowly recovered.

In the bamboo house, Yan Chuan sat in the main seat, Mr. Wen Ruo, Mr. Yang, Ding Wugu, and Mo Yuxi sat down, and Mo Yuxi's four subordinates stood behind Mo Yuxi.

A group of servants quickly brought tea.

"People, please!" Yan Chuan politely said.

Everyone nodded and Mr. Yang took a sip.

"puff!"

"What kind of tea is broken!" Young Master Yang spit out the tea in dissatisfaction.
To be continued...