Chapter 0171 – Following the Vine (2 / 2)

“Just run, it doesn’t matter you just find Zhao Lijun at this time what can you do, you can still bring him to kill me ah” Xiang Yu said in a very bullish manner.

Just now, Xiang Yu had at least multiple ways to lightly extinguish those two parasites, but he chose to be quite overbearing and burned two balls of fire, which was for Su He to see, which meant to tell her look at me I can even condense the Samadhi True Flame, do you think I can’t not have two brushes under me?

If Zhao Lijun really wants to kill me, can he not think about it?

This is actually the meaning of knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger, so that Su He will clearly tell Zhao Lijun about his strength, which is the lesser of the two they will figure out on their own.

Pretty smart woman words you point one point is enough.

Xiang Yu threw down Su He and entered the forest alone, leaving the woman a bit messy looking at his back. “Li Jun belittled him, this guy in the end where did he come from, the Taoist sects have never heard of this character, the various families have never had a family with the surname Xiang, can’t it be that he is still one of those disciples under the sects that are hidden from the world?” Su He quite tangled muttered, Maoshan and Longhu Mountain

All of them are the great Taoist sects that have been passed down in the world for thousands of years, in addition to them there are certain feng shui families that have been passed down for a long time, all of these people Su He more or less understand, but Xiang Yu kind of blindsided her, she really couldn’t see his origins.

Somewhat surprisingly, Su He unexpectedly did not leave but returned to the Miao village under the cliff. After she came back Wang Laodan was still sleeping on the table, but she did not have a little sleep —— In the forest, Xiang Yu did not slow down and followed the traces of the previous group of people who left far behind and embellished, that group of red seedlings, although he was startled away but did not panic when he left, and a group of people traveled in the clump of

The forest talked to each other in Hmong.

“Nu Xiong, is that man a reinforcement that was invited by Bai Miao? This person seems to be quite powerful, those two balls of fire in his hand make me feel very scared, it seems that the moment it touches my body it will turn me into ashes instantly, it’s too scary”

The one called Nu Xiong is the Hmong man with the braided hair, and the one who came to Shanghai alone from his village to investigate the death of his third uncle and ended up putting a compulsion on Li Lingge.

“I don’t think so, if you don’t want to put parasites on him, he probably wouldn’t have made a move from start to finish, this person is probably from the outside world, practicing feng shui, which is very different from our Miao parasites.”

“Ai, a few people died and didn’t catch the White Hmong’s saintly daughter, we’re going back now and the clan elders will scold us to death,” a few Miao people said with a sad face.

This way to follow the foot can have dozens of miles, gradually dawn in front of the group of people will only arrive at the cottage, to the lack of follow the legs are a little soft, this mountain road to walk quite bitter.

Nu Xiong their Miao village is located in a deep depression in the village, scattered towering a few black tile and red brick buildings, in addition to the village is full of bamboo to build up the bamboo building, the whole village all together only about thirty houses, the clan seems to be very sparse.

After Nu Xiong and the others entered the fortress the others separated to return to their own homes, he came alone to a building located in the middle of the fortress near the ancestral hall, knocked on the door after a pale response came from inside.

“Clan Elder, we’re back,” Nuxiong said as he stood respectfully in the doorway.

“Come in,” inside the building on the bed couch sat an old man fully dressed in black, so pale that he was somewhat unable to tell his age. “Three people died, and still haven’t captured the White Hmong’s Holy Maiden, is that right?”