After saying that, Jiang Wancheng pulled a cauldron into the tent. A moment later, a blood-curdling sound could be heard from the tent. The magpie girl, who was hiding from the sun, had no choice but to come out of the tent.
"This Jiang Wancheng is really disgusting. He actually connected the tents together and the insides are connected. He obviously wants to take the opportunity to climb over..."
The magpie girl had a look of disdain. Zhou Yang smiled and did not say anything. He brought his children to the Skeleton Mountain.
The Skeleton Mountain was actually not big. It was only a small hill that was less than 100 meters high. However, this small hill was full of bones. It could be said that the Skeleton Mountain was made up of bones.
Because he could not expose himself, he only took a look. At night, he quietly brought Wen Xiyu from the east side to the west side.
From afar, he saw several barracks and two tents on the west side. He did not need to look to know that the barracks belonged to the Dragon General Residence and the tents belonged to the Confucian Pavilion.
At this time, he saw a figure coming out of one of the tents. Although it was a bit far away, Zhou Yang still recognized the person.
It was Wen Zhihuan.
"Brother..."
Wen Xiyu had just shouted when Zhou Yang covered her mouth and took out a flying dagger.
Whoosh!
The flying dagger quickly flew towards Wen Zhihuan.
The frightened Wen Xiyu opened her mouth and bit Zhou Yang. Her eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Are you born in the year of the dog?"
Zhou Yang frowned and immediately pulled Wen Xiyu to the pile of bones.
"You dare to assassinate my brother? I will kill you!"
As soon as he put Zhou Yang down, Wen Xiyu got up and bit Zhou Yang's neck.
Zhou Yang was about to attack when he saw someone walking towards him. He immediately hugged Wen Xiyu's waist and smiled, "Brother Wen, I am here as promised."
Wen Xiyu quickly turned around and saw her brother, Wen Zhihuan, in front of her. However, Wen Zhihuan had an awkward expression.
"Sister, you..."
"Ah..."
With a scream, Wen Xiyu immediately tried to break free, but Zhou Yang grabbed her wrist.
Although Wen Zhihuan was a gentleman, Zhou Yang was not sure that he would not attack him. Before he was sure, he must not let go of Wen Xiyu.
"Brother Zhou, your flying dagger is good. If I am not wrong, this should be the legendary flying dagger." Wen Zhihuan laughed.
Zhou Yang was startled, and he became vigilant in his heart. This guy already knew his identity.
"Brother, he is a member of the evil faction. He just wanted to assassinate you. Quickly kill him, don't worry about me." Wen Xiyu shouted.
"If he wants to kill me, I might not be able to escape. The legendary flying dagger can change direction. Am I right, Brother Zhou Yang …" Wen Zhihuan said with a smile.
"Zhou Yang … He's Zhou Yang? Zhou Yang from the Heavenly Dipper Sword Sect? "Wen Xiyu frowned.
Wen Zhihuan faintly smiled, "Brother Zhou Yang, the Confucian Pavilion is divided into Confucian Sects and Confucian Sects. We belong to the Confucian Sects, while the Xu Clan belongs to the Confucian Sects. Usually, the Confucian Sects don't care about the affairs of the country, they only care about exterminating demons and protecting the Dao. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou Yang pondered for a moment, and finally let go of Wen Xiyu. Although Wen Zhihuan's words could not be trusted, he could only take a gamble now.
"Brother …"
Wen Xiyu was crying as soon as she came to Wen Zhihuan's side. This stubborn woman also had a weak side, but this side would only be shown in front of her family.
"Brother, even if he is Zhou Yang, he is not a good person. I think the rumors are not groundless. I am afraid that he has fallen into the evil path and become a demonic cultivator." Wen Xiyu looked at Zhou Yang with anger in her eyes.
"If he was a demonic cultivator, would you still be able to return to my side in one piece? If he was a demonic cultivator, I am afraid that the Cheng family's third daughter would have been buried in this gravel field."
After saying this, Wen Zhihuan walked in front of Zhou Yang and said, "Brother Zhou, what are your plans for coming here?"
"Of course, I am staying here to look at the inheritance of the King of Venomous Worms." Zhou Yang laughed.
"Well, with a helper like Brother Zhou, this time we will definitely find the Wen Hua Collection." Wen Zhihuan laughed.
Zhou Yang nodded and went into the tent with Wen Zhihuan under Wen Xiyu's threatening gaze.
"Hmph, surnamed Zhou, I will definitely uncover your true identity." Outside the tent, Wen Xiyu did not follow them in. Instead, she said in a low voice and walked towards the camp.
Inside the tent, the two of them sat on the ground. A female warrior next to them served two cups of sake. Zhou Yang tasted it and found that the sake had a special taste.
Moreover, not only did the sake have a special taste, but Wen Zhihuan was also very knowledgeable. It seemed that Wen Zhihuan had read more than Zhou Yang. The two of them talked about everything under the sun.
However, as the two of them were chatting happily, suddenly there was a burst of footsteps outside.
"Surnamed Zhou, get out here."
A delicate voice came from Wen Xiyu.
"This girl."
Wen Zhihuan shook his head and walked out with Zhou Yang.
Outside the tent, a group of dozens of people were waiting. The leading man was wearing a golden armor. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
Standing next to this man was Tie Xing, who had fought with him for a short while.
"Are you Zhou Yang?"
The leading golden-armored young man asked in a low voice.
"Yes, what do you want?" Zhou Yang frowned.
"I am Wu Fei from the Imperial City Star Academy!"
Wu Fei …
Zhou Yang pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I have never heard of you. What do you want from me?"
As soon as he said that, everyone had a look of disdain on their faces.
"You have never even heard of Golden Sabre Wu Fei. You are a frog at the bottom of a well," Wen Xiyu said proudly.
"Zhou Yang, I was careless last time and lost to you. However, you have no chance against Brother Wu Fei." Tie Xing's hand was still wrapped in bandages. Obviously, the injury on his hand had not healed yet.
"Chance? I am not interested in competing with him. I am just passing by here, "Zhou Yang said with a smile.
"I heard from Tie Xing that you are disdainful of the youths from the Imperial City. Is that true?" Wu Fei said in a deep voice.
"Zhou Yang, Brother Wu is here today. Do you dare to compete with him?" Tie Xing said hurriedly before Zhou Yang could speak.
Zhou Yang smiled. In his heart, he already understood. It turned out that Tie Xing had used a psychological method to get Wu Fei to come here.
"I have already said that I am not interested in competing with him. It is meaningless." Zhou Yang shook his head and turned to walk back.
"Wait!"
Wu Fei's figure flashed and stood in front of Zhou Yang.
"You look down on the youths from the Imperial City because you are ignorant. I will not argue with you. However, Miss Wen said that you have offended her. I will not let this matter rest."
"What do you want?" Zhou Yang said coldly.
"It's very simple. You and I will exchange a punch. If you can escape unscathed from my punch, I will let this matter rest. If you cannot, I will not make things difficult for you because your hand will be crippled by then." A look of disdain appeared on Wu Fei's face. After saying that, he walked onto the empty ground.
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