After a while, Guan Heng handed the bamboo flute to Mu Ling's mother, and after recounting the story, he said to her: "Hey, that Shang Ze is a little interesting to you, haha, seize the opportunity yourself."

Hearing this, Mu Ling groped through the bamboo flute in his hand and said stutteringly: "I...but, if Lord Xue Yi knew about it, would I be punished?"

"So you are worried about this? Hahaha, it's completely unnecessary."

Guan Heng smiled at this time: "I specifically asked Xue Yi about this matter. Although this guy is rude and warlike, he is not arrogant and unreasonable. He said that many years have passed since your master and servant. Now he should not restrain you anymore. If you learn music, he will turn a blind eye. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Special Envoy Guan." The mother of Mu Ling held the bamboo flute in her hand and was grateful again and again. She reluctantly sent Ruotao to the root of the huge ancient tree. She said: "My Envoy Guan, it is really my luck to be able to meet you and Ruotao. I hope I can meet again if I have the chance in the future."

"Sister Mu Ling..." Ruotao was crying and was extremely reluctant to leave, but Mu Ling waved to the two of them at this time, then hid his figure and disappeared.

"Let's go Ruotao, you will have the opportunity to visit her in the future." Guan Heng comforted the other party softly, and at this moment, footsteps came from the other end of the woods.

"Is it the Chief Ai coming?" Ruotao shouted at this time: "Hey, Chief Ai, we are here... Huh?!" Before she finished her words, Guan Heng's face immediately changed: "It's not Ai Jing, these guys are strangers."

It turned out that the group of people broke into the woods opposite, five of them were covered with gray cloth, murderous intent, and were holding weapons in their hands. Someone of them held an old man's Tianling's forehead with five fingers. Seeing this, Ruotao immediately said: "That's Elder Qiu of the Wood Clan. Why was he arrested? Could it be that the leader of the Ai clan..."

"Haha, there are two puppies here. I will catch them together and I will definitely be able to find out the whereabouts of Ai Jing." The masked man just waved the long blade in his palm, and Guan Heng and Ruotao rushed over without hesitation.

"Soon--"

"So fast..." The two words just passed through the minds of several masked people. The sharp edge of the Hongyun Sword and Thunder Swallowing Blade had flashed away at the same time. "Puchi, snap!" The arm of the masked man who grabbed Elder Qiu was immediately cut to the ground.

"Bang!" Guan Heng stretched out his hand to snatch the old man back, "Tengteng" retreated for four or five steps in a row. At this moment, the masked man with broken arms let out a scream, which shows how fast they were moving.

"Damn it, you dare to steal someone in front of me?! Who are you?" The masked man's burly body suddenly surged because of anger, and he exclaimed with a fierce and fierce deep red aura. This guy turned out to be a semi-black powerful man.

"You are not worthy of knowing my name." Guan Heng suddenly waved his hand in a sneer: "Six ghosts, come out."

"Wuwuwu--" It was said in a flash, and the ghost of the wind suddenly came and roared in the air, which immediately shocked the masked people present.

"Oh no, if you can control many red-gased ghosts, it must be related to the witch clan of Guishan. You cannot stay here." The masked half-black man weighed the pros and cons in an instant, immediately snatched his body, and shouted at the same time: "Let's go--"

"If you don't fight, you will run away? There is no door either." Ruotao suddenly chased after him, but the masked people advanced and retreated in a proper manner. In a flash, two of them broke the back. The other accomplices disappeared into the mountains and forests with a few ups and downs.

"Huh--Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Sw

"Crack!" Guan Heng's Hongyun Sword also penetrated the other person's neck voice in an instant. He said at this time: "Oh no, forget to leave a living mouth and ask about the origin of these guys, but I have sent six ghosts to chase each other."

"Brother Guan..." At this moment, the rescued Elder Qiu leaned under the tree and gasped and said, "I, I know their origin, please go and save the clan leader."

...

At this moment, Ai Jing, the leader of the Wood Clan, covered his injured arm and ran away in the mountains and forests. Not long ago, he took several elders to pick up Guan Heng and Ruotao, but he didn't expect that when he passed by the edge of the woods on the northern foot, he was suddenly stopped by several masked men.

Before Ai Jing could ask about the other party's origin, the guys took the lead and joined forces to kill and injured the elders. Ai Jing also injured one arm. The people were pressing step by step and shouted sternly where Ai Jing hid the "wooden spirit stick".

What the other party asked about was a treasure left by the first tribe leader of the Wood Clan. It has strong spiritual power. It can promote the growth of surrounding plants and trees and is also an important instrument used when holding the Wood Clan sacrifice.

Of course, Ai Jing would not tell the whereabouts of such an important wooden spirit stick, but the opponent's leader was an extremely ferocious semi-black powerful man. Although Ai Jing could barely defeat him, he could not resist his injury. There were other enemies who were sneak attacking him and finally fled in panic.

"Huh?" Ai Jing, who was running, heard a rustling sound from the grass not far ahead. He knew something was wrong and immediately hid behind the tree.

The next moment, several masked men all jumped out of the grass nest, and one of them growled: "Damn it, it's so unlucky. I actually encountered a boy who could control the red-air ghost and came out to make a bad thing."

Ai Jing, who was hiding in the dark, heard this and felt aroused: "Boy who commanded the red-air ghost? Are they talking about Guan Heng?" With anger, Ai Jing stepped slightly and accidentally stepped on the stone: "Gla..."

"Oh no." Cold sweat suddenly appeared on Ai Jing's face. The next moment, the masked people had already surrounded him.

"Hahaha, Ai Jing, I didn't expect you to come here for death."

The masked man was staring at Ai Jing at this time, and the joking look in his eyes was like a cat playing with a mouse. He suddenly waved his hand and said to a subordinate beside him: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. You should go down the mountain to inform others. You can hurry up and go across the mountain within two days. Go quickly."

The subordinate agreed and turned around and plunged into the dense forest. He heard the sound of "swish swish swish swish" footsteps gradually faded away. When he saw again, the person was nowhere to be seen.

The masked man's forehead was full of angry and distorted veins on his forehead. He shouted in a low voice: "Ai Jing, the same thing, if you don't hand over the wooden spirit stick, you will be dead."
Chapter completed!