After waiting for a few hours in Hanling mountain, a sound of airplane propeller rotation came into their ears.

When ye Ziheng looked up, he saw a blue and white helicopter slowly flying towards them, with the symbol of the alliance of martial arts and Taoism on it. A long sword was inserted in a shield.

"Elder Ye!"

A man waved at ye Ziheng and Lin Ya from the helicopter, then picked up the rope ladder and threw it down.

"You go up first."

He Xia'an nodded and began to climb up the rope ladder.

When he Xiaan reaches a certain height, ye Ziheng starts to climb up the rope ladder.

In a short time, the two climbed into the helicopter.

"Elder ye, are we going back to the clan or somewhere else?"

The disciple asked aloud as he collected the rope ladder.

"Do you have a map of the world?"

Ye Ziheng suddenly asked. The disciple was stunned for a moment, but soon found a map from a big backpack behind him.

"This."

Ye Ziheng took the map from the disciple and looked at it carefully, but soon the expression on his face became dignified.

"What happened to Ziheng?"

He Xiaan asked.

Ye Ziheng shook his head, but the expression on his face was still dignified.

He looked at the disciple in the driver's seat and said.

"To Nanzhou."

The disciple couldn't help but be stunned. Then he turned to ye Ziheng with an incredible expression on his face.

"Master, you are not kidding. It's the area occupied by the cult. We're in the past now. If someone finds us, we'll never return."

But ye Ziheng didn't want to give up, he said again.

"To Nanzhou, you can send us to the border."

It seems that ye Ziheng's advice will not be useful. The disciple finally has to compromise and fly in the direction of Nanzhou without saying anything.

……

The next day, ye Ziheng and he Xiaan arrived at the border of Nanzhou.

"Sir, here is Nanzhou."

The disciple looked at ye Ziheng with a worried look in his eyes.

Ye Ziheng nodded and looked down.

Although it was border, there were not many people around, so ye Ziheng looked to he Xiaan.

"Cheyenne come to me."

He Xiaan is shocked for a moment, and goes to ye Ziheng's side.

Then ye Ziheng didn't say a word, and he immediately closed his waist.

He Xiaan was frightened by this sudden action, and immediately blushed, but before he could do anything, he was led by Ye Ziheng and jumped off the plane directly.

For a moment, He Xiaan only felt the sound of "hum ~" in his mind. He just wanted to shout, but his mind suddenly turned to think that it was in the territory of the cult. If he cried out, he might lead the cult to him, so he gritted his teeth and endured it. Then he buried his head deeply in the arms of Ye Heng, but the sense of weightlessness still scared him.

"Bang!"

Ye Ziheng and he Xiaan finally landed on the ground steadily, and there was a big pit 3 or 40 cm deep on the ground.

At this time, ye Ziheng naturally opened his hand to he Xiaan, looked ahead and said.

"Let's find a place to rest."

Say, look to he Xiaan.

He Xiaan, who had just recovered from the fright, nodded.