With a head full of dust, Fang Wen came out of a forest several miles away on the west side of the film and television base.

At dusk, the setting sun in the west was like blood, and the sparse woods were illuminated. Even Feng Yuan's pale face was covered with a layer of gold. Mr. Feng Da, who was walking in front of Fang Wen, was asking about Feng Yuan's incident. When he knew that the person from Longmen had accurately found the film and television base, Mr. Feng's face became very ugly for a moment.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Mr. Feng Da sneered repeatedly: "In recent years, there have been more and more leaks in our Feng Sect. Very good, very good." It is fake to say that Mr. Feng Da is not angry. This film and television base is a stronghold he managed after finally building. This time, he was uprooted and several outer disciples who had just developed were involved, and it seems that they could not be saved.

Fang Wen pulled Mr. Feng Da's sleeve and muttered in a low voice: "Master, whether it's good or bad, let's go first. This is not a good place to chat."

With a cold snorting, Mr. Feng Da patted the metal box around his waist and felt much more comfortable. Being able to get the Xuanyin Tianzhong is better than anything else. He exhaled a breath of depression in his heart. Mr. Feng Da said in a deep voice: "Everyone separated, three or five people in groups, leave here as soon as possible. Feng Yuan, you, the second and the third brother lead a team of people. Fourth brother, please follow me."

After changing out of his ragged and dirty clothes, everyone took out their cameras and waited for their clothes, and turned into ordinary tourists. Mr. Fengda, Mr. Yueda, Hua Jiu and others said a few hurriedly. Everyone was about to scatter and leave when a strange noise suddenly came from the sky. Several black helicopters rushed towards this side with a hurried look at the top of the treetops. An ominous red light was flashing in the huge crystal cover on the nose.

"Junior brother, go away!" Feng Yuan pushed Fang Wen and pushed him out more than ten steps away. Several thick red lights slid silently, knocking several big trees to the point of breaking.

Fang Wen almost fell down a dog to eat shit, Feng Yuan's strength was quite strong. He finally controlled his body and turned around in the air and landed on the ground. He whispered: "Master Fang, can't I avoid it myself? Oh, it's here again!" Dozens of red lights fell like raindrops, and Fang Wen hurriedly dodged aside.

A large number of handsome men in black Zhongshan suits suddenly appeared outside the woods, and the sharp whistle of police cars could be heard outside.

Mr. Feng Da's expression was on the verge of his face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Leave it apart, Fang Wen, follow." He waved his hand to Fang Wen, and then rushed towards Dongfang.

Fang Wen was about to follow Mr. Feng Da, but his heart suddenly became numb, and his body felt like the rapid rushing of the Yangtze River. The true energy stormed suddenly, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood. It was this time that Mr. Feng Da had already disappeared in the woods, and Mr. Yue Da and the others had long lost their shadows, leaving him alone at the entrance of the tunnel. Fang Wen screamed: "**, you are too unfaithful~~~Damn, four little girls, are you running so fast?" While shouting and cursing, Fang Wen left.

He walked about twenty seconds later than Mr. Feng Da and the others. In these twenty seconds, a large number of Longmen disciples had rushed into the woods, and everyone saw Fang Wen at a glance. Several white-bearded old men pointed at Fang Wen and shouted loudly: "Catch this kid!" The Longmen disciples who rushed into the woods instantly regarded Fang Wen as their number one target and rushed towards him at the same time.

"Fuck, you can catch up with me?" Fang Wen laughed arrogantly. Before he finished speaking, Fang Wen felt that the sky suddenly became dark, and a rope net of several square meters was thrown out from a helicopter, just covering him underneath.

With a scream, Fang Wen used his body technique and flew lightly against the ground like a fish, barely wiping the edge of the rope net. The rope net was obviously thrown out by a master. Not only did it come very quickly and almost cover Fang Wen, but it also had extremely strong power on the Internet. The net wiped across his body, and a strong wind made Fang Wen's face hurt.

A short scream sounded in the woods in the distance, as if the moon disciples and the people from the Longmen met each other. The two sides fought fiercely. Fang Wen did not dare to be negligent, and he shook his arms with force, and a blue wave of air surged out from his arms, pushing him to run in the opposite direction of the screams. His feet connected to the trunks, like a flexible bird sliding across the woods, and soon disappeared in the forest.

While galloping like flying, Fang Wen laughed proudly: "I want to catch me, Mr. Fang? Are you dreaming? Hahahaha!" While laughing wildly, Fang Wen also thought in his heart that everyone in the Fengmen could escape. Unless he was extremely lucky, he was hit by a large laser, he would never lose it. Mr. Yueda and elders of Hua Jiu are powerful. If they were determined to escape, no one would be able to block them.

The unlucky ones are the ordinary disciples of the Yuemen Sect and the girls who accompany the Snow Sect.

"You four follow Mr. Fang, maybe you can still run away, but since you are not loyal enough, you can run away first, but no wonder we, Mr. Fang, don't go to save you." Fang Wen sighed helplessly and cursed in a low voice: "A couple is so kind to you for a hundred days, I'll let you suck more than 100% of your skills. It's really his reality! It's really his heartless!"

However, Fang Wen also felt strange. Why did his heart suddenly feel numb? Going into devils? Without this statement, his Feng Ling body is the most suitable physique to practice the Feng Yu Sutra, and it is impossible to get into devils. If it weren't for this pause, Fang Wen had already followed Mr. Feng Da.

Three red lights as thick as the mouth of the bowl suddenly brushed against Fang Wen's body and shot through. Three dark holes as thick as the mouth of the bowl appeared on the mud in front of Fang Wen. Fang Wen screamed in fear and quickly accelerated his speed. At the same time, he kept walking around the trees and constantly changing the direction of his running, and no longer dared to go straight forward with one stubbornness.

Two helicopters were chased after him, and a very familiar voice was amplified by the tweeter and reached Fang Wen's ears: "Fourth Master Fengmen, you surrender! Otherwise, I will be merciless."

Hundreds of meters ahead are the end of the woods, and further forward is a wilderness. As long as you get to the wilderness, Fang Wen can directly increase his maximum speed and leave freely. Therefore, he ignored the sound in the tweeter at all, and the frequency of his feet jogging increased a few minutes. Hundreds of meters, for Fang Wen now, it is just a breath to run.

Inside the helicopter, Lu Fang shook his head coldly and whispered: "I don't know how to live or die. The speed of the wind gate, hum, can it be comparable to a high-speed missile? Open fire!"

A helicopter suddenly stopped in the air and hovered in the air. A flash of fire, two extremely thick missiles shot out, and accurately chased Fang Wen.

China's latest high-speed anti-ship missile has a maximum speed of 11 times the speed of sound that is shocking. It is really worthy of him to use such a missile to deal with Fang Wen. Fang Wen's effort is only able to reach three times the speed of sound in a short time. This missile is Fang Wen's nemesis.

Fang Wen heard the strange noise from the air, and he couldn't help but glance back, screaming in shock: "No way~~~ I didn't do anything that hurts the world! Missile~~~ Help~~ Even if you steal Qin Shihuang's tomb, you can only be sentenced to life imprisonment, you can use the missile to shoot people!"

With a sharp turn, Fang Wen was like a drunk flea, rapidly changing his position in the woods. The big guy like the anti-ship missile was frighteningly fast, but Fang Wen didn't believe that this big guy could make such a clever change like him. The wind roared in his body, and Fang Wen brought hazy afterimages and rushed out of the woods almost teleported.

The two anti-ship missiles firmly grasped Fang Wen's figure, constantly changing their flight attitudes, and always bit Fang Wen's figure tightly. The lavender guide head glass cover on the missile's head seemed so hideous and terrifying at this time.

Fang Wen never dreamed that the big guy used to hunt warships could track a person so accurately. The accuracy of this guide head is too high, right?

At that moment, Fang Wen screamed: "I hate him so much high-tech!"

In just a few seconds, two missiles chased after Fang Wen. Fang Wen said a long howl after accepting his fate, shook his hand and threw the soft sword from his waist towards the missile that was shot from behind.

The long sword broke through the air and accurately pierced into the guide head of the missile in front, reaching the depth of the missile body. The missile exploded and detonated another missile just outside Mix.

The moment the missile exploded, Fang Wen rushed forward dozens of meters, his body curled into a small ball of flesh, his hands and legs firmly protected his head, and rolled forward against the ground.

The impact air wave still threw Fang Wen high through dozens of meters. Fang Wen felt a violent tremor all over his body. A scorching air wave wrapped him, and his skin seemed to melt. Blood spurted out in one mouthful of blood. Fang Wen instantly accelerated to his highest speed with the air wave generated by the missile explosion, and ran forward with blood spraying forward.

"Damn!" Lu Fang left a deep fist mark on the floor of the cabin angrily. He frowned and said, "It will make him escape. Alas, you said you had heard that I had stuffed thousands of marbles into the missile. Isn't this kid a sieve? Alas, it's a pity, I don't know if the others have caught any valuable survivors."

Soon, Lu Fang got the answer from the walkie-talkie: 37 disciples of Tianmen were killed, and 23 people who were injured and captured but committed suicide by taking poison were left behind. No one of the low-level disciples of Yuemen and Xuemen was caught. No one of them was caught.

"Fuck!" Lu Fang got angry again. He shouted: "Other people can't catch up. The Fourth Young Master Fengmen got two missiles at close range. The injury was definitely not serious. Everyone was caught by him! Damn, I've been in his hands for the rest of my life! I must let out this tone!"

A large number of Longmen disciples and peripheral forces gave up the pursuit of Mr. Feng Da and others, and concentrated all their strength to lay a net of heaven and earth in the direction of Fang Wen's escape.

Lu Fang's guess was completely correct. Fang Wen was hit by the missile explosion at a close distance and his internal organs were already seriously injured. But Fang Wen's real trouble was a shrapnel the size of a small saw blade. This shrapnel, which was more than one centimeter wide and more than ten centimeters long, penetrated his body from behind his left ribs and cut off his two ribs. Fang Wen held his breath and did not notice his injuries when he ran for life. He suddenly felt cold all over his body. After the true energy was draining, he realized that he had suffered a severe injury.

"Oh my God!" Fang Wen covered this penetration injury, feeling his hands and feet weak and numb, and he didn't know what to do.

In Chicago that day, he suffered much more injuries than today. But that time he fell into a coma after being injured, and his injuries were healed when he was awake. He had no real experience in treating his wounds.

Fang Wen almost cried with the terrible wounds under his left rib and the continuous gushing of plasma.

What should I do? Will I die?

Fang Wen's whole body was trembling, and his head was blank.

After a long time, he barely remembered the self-healing method that Mr. Xue Da told him. He did not have the courage to pull out the shrapnel from his body, but directly tore the clothes into cloth strips, and used the snow door secret medicine in the hidden belt to apply a thick layer on the wound, and tied it firmly.

After some action, Fang Wen's eyes turned black and he almost fainted. He got up with difficulty, feeling that Zhenli, which was like the endless waves of the ocean, had gone where he had gone. He felt that his body was empty, cold, hungry, and scared, and he didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him.

Even though he had strong power and had been through several years of special training, he was still the young master Fang from Beijing City in his bones, and he had not really become a warrior.

With heavy steps, Fang Wen could instinctively walk towards a small village in front. He didn't remember what would happen if he had blood in the village.

He mistakenly left the shrapnel in his body. Although the wound medicine from Xuemen was very effective and the blood in the wound was stopped, when he walked, the shrapnel kept sliding in the wound, constantly tearing the flesh of the wound, making it so difficult for Fang Wen to take every step. The wound was so painful, and Fang Wen's eyes were black. He really started to cry.

What to do? He is alone unable to deal with such a thing.

If he falls into the hands of the dragon gate, just rely on the good things he did in Europe, he has picked up so many strongholds by him and others, and wouldn't he behave like ten thousand differently?

"Master, what should I do?"

Fang Wen desperately recalled the training he received in a special training camp in the Amazon Primeval Forest. What should he do when he was injured and was chased?

What did that instructor say? What did he say? What did he say?

There was a blank space, and Fang Wen's mind was blank space.

During the training camp, Fang Wen was only interested in fantasizing about his future wonderful life. Where did he listen to the words of the instructor?

"Maybe, surrendering is a good idea." Fang Wen persuaded himself: "Surrender, Longmen will not kill me as soon as they meet. As long as they are still alive, the master will always find a way to save me."

"Surrender. If you surrender, you will get the best medical care and care."

"Do you want to surrender? Now that I am like this, it is impossible for me to escape the tracking of the dragon gate."

"This time, in order to deal with themselves, they used high-speed missiles. What about next time? Will all the atomic bombs be thrown out?"

"Behind the gantry is the state machine. How could our eldest son avoid them? He would not be embarrassed to be caught. Should he surrender?"

Fang Wen almost convinced himself. But he vaguely felt that surrendering might not be a good idea.

Mr. Feng Da's elegant face flashed in front of him.

To be honest, Mr. Feng Da is really good to Fang Wen. Fang Wen felt the warmth of a father he had never had before.

In particular, Mr. Feng Da handed over half of the Feng Yu Department to Fang Wen this time.

Mr. Feng Da attaches great importance to Fang Wen. If he surrenders, will Mr. Feng Da be sad?

Even when everyone fled in dispersed and fled, Mr. Feng Da asked Fang Wen to follow him. Feng Yuan, Feng Hu, Feng Hou, and Fang Wen's three senior brothers did not have such treatment. Mr. Feng Da's favor with Fang Wen, would Fang Wen have to repay him with a disgraceful surrender?

"Woooo, I don't want to surrender. But I'm afraid of death!" Fang Wen sobbed, walked to the roadside in front of the village with difficulty, and leaned weakly on a big tree.

If he was not injured, Fang Wen had the confidence to deal with everything. But the terrible wound on his left rib made Fang Wen instantly turn from a high-ranking Superman to a soft egg.

Shivering and sobbing, Fang Wen was unable to make a decision.

A very elegant sandalwood smell came faintly. Fang Wen sniffed and suddenly felt refreshed. This was the very best sandalwood smell. No, it should be the best sandalwood, which is timeless and elegant, and it enters the heart and concentrates the mind. It is a rare good sandalwood.

How could there be such a good sandalwood near such a dilapidated village?

Fang Wen looked around in surprise.

A young man as majestic as a lion and tiger was strode down the road. He stared at Fang Wen tightly, holding a pitch-black demon-subduing pestle in his right hand, and was waving it gently.

It was a demon-subduing pestle carved from the heart of ebony wood. It was a grip and a rice in length. As the young man waved, the demon-subduing pestle made a faint sound of thunder.

Fang Wen gasped.

The young man shouted loudly from a distance: "Fourth Young Master Fengmen? Senior Brother is right, you are indeed injured."

"Do you surrender and follow me? Or do I break your limbs and carry you back?"

The young man's laughter was like thunder, trembling the ground. He laughed and said, "I think it's better to break your limbs. Fengmen's body skills are the best in the world. Even if you are injured, I, Young Master Long, don't want to capsize in the gutter."

"My master Long made my debut in the world for the first time. I can't make people laugh, right?"

Fang Wen's tears flowed down. He stared at the young man blankly and suddenly shouted loudly: "Boss Long, you, you are not dead? Have you become a monk? Where is Fang Wen~~~"

The Long Shao, who was stroking towards Fang Wen, froze all over and almost fell to the ground. His fingers trembled, and the demon-subduing pestle that was constantly waving flew out of his hand, and he didn't know which grass nest flew away.

"No? Are you Fang Houzi? Is Fang Houzi so handsome?" Young Master Long grabbed his forehead in distress and lamented to the sky: "God, are you playing with me?"

Fang Wen felt relieved, his eyes turned dark, and he fainted on the ground.

Amitabha Buddha was saved.

The eldest brother of the Iron Triangle, Long Shao, is actually a disciple of Longmen, and he is saved. The first chapter of the human path, goodbye,
Chapter completed!