Fan Zhiyi left a piece of cloth hanging on the tree, and after repeatedly confirming with Bai Bai that no one else except the two of them could find it, he left.
He first appeared in front of the largest group, attracted their attention, and then started running. His body was weak and exhausted. He ran a few steps, stopped to catch his breath, and then waved his hand to show goodwill: "Take me to see your leader quickly, otherwise Bing Nandong will run away from Tianyunmen!"
"Then why did you run in the first place?"
"There were so many of you, and before I could even bother to say anything, you all rushed over like a swarm. It was terrifying. And I'm a coward, so I'd definitely run away," Fan Zhiyi urged. "Hurry up, Bing Nandong is trying to escape, hurry up!"
Even though Fan Zhiyi said this, he still couldn't completely gain the other party's trust. He was pushed forward with his hands tied to join another team.
When Fan Zhiyi looked up, he found that the leader was actually Murong Xiao, and Wu Bai was following behind him. He didn't know when these two people got together.
Fan Zhiyi's eyes darkened, and then his expression changed into a flattering smile: "Young Master."
"Where is Bing Nandong?"
"When he came back this morning, he said he would take me away tonight. I knew nothing and was just led away in a daze. Until I saw you just now, I guessed that Bing Nandong must have done something wrong and was so anxious to leave Tianyunmen. How could I really go with him? The world outside is so dangerous. What's more, if Bing Nandong finds out about my previous attempts to kill him and wants to settle the score with me, I don't know any magic, so wouldn't I be at his mercy? I don't like to keep hidden dangers around me, so with this in mind, I came to inform you..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't have any useful information, I'll cut off your tongue."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi smiled, "Bing Nandong trusts me very much now and loves me very much. Young Master should know this, so he told me all his plans and then went to divert the pursuers for me. According to his plan, he planned to go up the mountain while everyone was chasing us down the mountain. That way, your attention would be focused on the bottom of the mountain. If you can't find us, you will definitely think we have escaped. We can then take advantage of this empty space to disguise ourselves and go down the mountain and successfully escape. If Young Master is willing to trust me this time, all you need to do is go with me to the place where Bing Nandong and I agreed to ambush him and wait for him to fall into the trap."
This sentence was made up by Fan Zhiyi along the way. Fan Zhiyi felt that he was a genius and that the Oscar should be awarded to him.
Murong Xiao laughed and said, "You're smart. Lead the way. If you're lying, I'll skin you alive."
"In my heart, Bing Nandong is my lifelong enemy. Naturally, I hope he doesn't have a good life, so that I can be happy." Fan Zhiyi coughed a few times after he finished speaking. It was inconvenient that the restraints on his hands were not untied, but he had no time to care about it and was pushed forward to lead the way.
Fan Zhiyi tried his best to walk faster, but his body wouldn't allow it. He had to gasp for breath after taking a few steps. Murong Xiao was very disgusted. His men kept urging him violently: "Hurry up, hurry up!"
He also wanted to walk faster, he also wanted to buy more time for Bing Nandong, he was more anxious than these people, OK?
Bai Bai counted down in his mind: "Four minutes left, host. Bing Nandong has returned to the spot and seen your strip of cloth. He is now leading the black cat down the mountain along the correct route you gave him."
Fan Zhiyi felt relieved, but as soon as he felt relieved, the strength that supported him began to dissipate. Fan Zhiyi kept bending over and coughing, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground, and was grabbed by the collar.
But Fan Zhiyi's body was already limp. He could only lift his head and look at Murong Xiao through his hair. "Sir, please untie the rope on my hand. That way I can walk faster."
Murong Xiao thought that Fan Zhiyi was a useless person and was not afraid of not being able to deal with him. He waved his hand and said, "Jie, don't try to play tricks."
The moment his hands were free again, Fan Zhiyi suddenly used all his strength to run up the mountain as fast as he could. However, he was grabbed by the hair after running only a hundred or two hundred meters.
Wu Bai laughed and said, "Sir, I told you this, this guy is not an honest man!"
"The leader has instructed us to keep him alive and take him away to be locked up." Murong Xiao raised his eyebrows and randomly pointed at a few people. "A few of you will go guard the mountain. The rest of you will follow me to search for him at the foot of the mountain."
Fan Zhiyi struggled wildly, ignoring the pain on his scalp.
It is said that human explosive power is infinite. This desperate struggle really allowed him to break free, and he suddenly pounced on Murong Xiao and pinned him down.
The scene suddenly became extremely chaotic. Murong Xiao's magic skills hit Fan Zhiyi one after another, and the others came to drag his body, making him feel as if he was about to be torn into pieces.
Fan Zhiyi coughed up a lot of blood, and even the world in front of him was dyed red, but he just didn't let go. He didn't know where the ruthlessness came from, the more he thought about it, the more hateful he became, and he bit Murong Xiao.
Murong Xiao screamed, and Fan Zhiyi increased the pressure on his mouth, feeling the bloody smell fill his mouth. His hair was disheveled, and he looked even scarier than a ghost, even startling these cultivators.
Murong Xiao was so angry that his mind was in a mess and he didn't care about anything else: "What are you standing there for? Quickly drag this lunatic away, as long as he can save his life!"
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi's hand was pierced by a sword, and he twitched all over in pain. Murong Xiao took the opportunity to kick Fan Zhiyi on the head, and then was helped up by someone.
He took the sword from his subordinate and stabbed it hard into Fan Zhiyi's arm, crushing it. Fan Zhiyi bit his lips hard to prevent himself from crying out.
"Don't you think you're so clever, huh? Don't you dare bite me? Speak!"
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