The knights of the cathar noticed the farmers' eyes.

They were furious.

We represent the Temple, we represent worldly justice.

I saved you under the butcher's knife of a horse thief, and it's just a matter of not being grateful, but you still dare to hate?

Some cathars even drew their swords, wanting to teach these untouched people who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth, and didn't know how to thank the temple.

The Captain of the Cathar stopped them.

"Why bother with ants? The Commander glanced at the farmer indifferently and smiled contemptuously.

The knife used by the cathars to harvest the spoils of war was another, beautiful like a work of art, and felt like it should be displayed in the gallery rather than used to cut off human heads.

The blade was sharp, and with a single stroke, the head of the horse thief was separated from the corpse.

Each of the cathars carried a sack, and after the head was cut off, he threw it directly into the bag, and soon the bag was stained with blood, and the viscous blood seeped out and fell on the grassland.

In the near future, this meadow will grow again.

Blood, however, will live forever.

The cavalry commander drove his horses slowly into the camp, his gaze not falling on any of the untouchables, but when one of the untouchables spat at him, the commander drew his sword.

While!

Swords collide and sparks spike.

"Why block. The commander looked indifferently at the disciples of the Ding Sword Pavilion who appeared in front of him: "This leader teaches two untouchables, does the Ding Sword Pavilion also want to stop it?"

Heng Lingdong didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he looked at her silently, the long sword was always across his chest, as long as the commander made another sword, she would stop it again.

Silence is the best attitude.

"Well, killing them will dirty my knife. Call out your principals, I have something to ask. The Commander said arrogantly, his eyes searching the camp for the shadow.

Before launching the general attack, he had seen the shadow.

Sword idiot Ling Zhaoyan.

The personal disciple of the Sword Saint Ye Xin, the next pavilion master of the Ding Sword Pavilion.

It must be a wonderful thing to be able to be majestic in front of such a person.

The Sword Saint has always looked down on the Temple, if he ruthlessly folds the face of the Ding Sword Pavilion through this matter, maybe after he goes back, the priest will reward himself severely.

However, when she got Qianying, she was not in the camp.

Could it be that he is dead?

Impossible, how could a disciple of the Sword Saint die so easily.

Heng Lingdong still didn't speak, just turned around and walked towards the only intact carriage in the camp.

The Commander snorted coldly and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the knife.

......

Inside the carriage, Ling Zhaoyan was coughing up blood.

It is very painful for the aura to be devoured.

In order to save Zhou Fei, she used sword skills that she was currently unable to control.

And only half a trick was performed.

If it was a complete sword skill, the leader of the horse thieves would surely die.

However, even if it is only half a move, the power is quite terrifying, and at the same time, it also buys Zhou Fei the most precious little time.

Zhou Fei is now especially grateful to his previous self.

When he has scrap points, he likes to buy more copies of anything and enjoy that nouveau riche feeling.

Now those things come in handy.

After taking out a healing pill for Ling Zhaoyan to take, Zhou Fei began to rummage through the carriage.

"What are you looking for?" Ling Zhao's face was still pale, and his speech seemed a little lacking.

"Look for something that will make you look better. Zhou Fei rummaged for a long time and finally found half a box of rouge.

Ling Zhaoyan became more and more confused.

"What are you looking for this thing for? I never use it, this half box of rouge belongs to Miao Meow, but she also stole it from Senior Sister Heng Lingdong. Ling Zhaoyan said.

Zhou Fei didn't expect that there were so many stories in a box of rouge, and he couldn't help laughing for a while.

He didn't know how to put on makeup, so he could only hand over the rouge and let Ling Zhaoyan spend it himself.

Ling Zhaoyan also doesn't know how to put on makeup.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

It happened that at this time, Heng Lingdong opened the curtain and walked in, and saw that these two people were actually applying makeup to half a box of rouge, and this half box of rouge looked a little familiar: "Young Pavilion Master, isn't this my rouge?"

Ling Zhaoyan subconsciously wanted to throw the rouge out.

was snatched by Zhou Fei, and then stuffed into Heng Lingdong's arms: "Give your young pavilion master makeup." The kind that looks good. ”

Heng Lingdong looked confused, blinked his eyes and skipped the topic: "Young Master Zhou, Young Pavilion Master, the commander of the Temple cavalry wants to see you." ”

Ling Zhaoyan snorted: "He's embarrassed to come and help me out, I want to see what he wants to say." ”

Zhou Fei blocked the door and said solemnly: "Make up first." ”

Heng Lingdong was anxious: "Gongzi Zhou, when is this, and you still pay attention to what you do." ”

Zhou Fei said: "We need a healthy, ruddy-complexed sword idiot, not a sword idiot who looks like he is about to die." ”

Heng Lingdong didn't know why, Ling Zhaoyan's eyes rolled, but she understood, but she felt that Zhou Fei was alarmist: "They don't dare, right?"

"Is there anything that the whole Great Wilderness doesn't dare to do? It's hard to guess the mentality of people, and I can only guess what those people think with the greatest malice. What if they really go mad? If you are healthy, they will have a lot of scruples, and if you are hurt, the evil in their hearts will be released like hungry wolves. Zhou Fei said.

Ling Zhaoyan nodded: "Okay, Lingdong will do my makeup." ”

Heng Lingdong still didn't understand much, but since the young pavilion master had given the order, she naturally wouldn't disobey.

After applying rouge and lightly drawing his eyebrows, Ling Zhaoyan's complexion was really different immediately.

Then she and Heng Lingdong got off the carriage, and Zhou Fei continued to stay in the carriage to breathe.

The horse thief commander and the others were a little impatient, and Ling Zhaoyan finally appeared.

Sure enough, it's a sword idiot.

It's just that her complexion is different from what she imagined.

It is rumored that the sword idiot is no more than the peak of the Six Senses Realm, and the previous sword skill must be a master of the Divine Hidden Realm to be able to perform it.

If you leapfrog your sword skills, you will be eaten by aura.

But Ling Zhaoyan looked like no one was fine.

Could it be that she has already stepped into the Seven Star Realm?

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the cavalry commander.

"Are you looking for me?" Ling Zhaoyan came to the cavalry commander and said lightly.

The cavalry commander sat on his horse and saluted, saying, "It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Young Pavilion Lord of the Ding Sword Pavilion, disrespectful." ”

Heng Lingdong was not convinced, and said: "Are the people in the temple so ignorant of the rules?

The cavalry commander frowned, and there was a little more coldness in his eyes.

Ling Zhaoyan said: "Senior Sister Lingdong, you don't need to care about these red tapes, the temple cathar saved us, we should be grateful to Dai De, how dare we ask for other things?"

This sounds like a flattery, but it's actually a curse.

Heng Lingdong didn't expect that his young pavilion master's cut would also be black.

But it's inexplicably cool.

This is long overdue.