With the help of the aura of the south wind, the eighth master was instantly energetic, screaming in his neck, and flapping his wings to chase.

Nanfeng had done the same thing before, and knowing that the Eighth Master could withstand his Cave Abyss Purple Qi, he boldly urged it to help the Eighth Master speed up.

The reason why Lan Ling'er retreated was because he was afraid of the south wind, and he never thought that the eighth master, who was already at the end of the strong crossbow, would suddenly be full of energy, and when he heard the chirping behind him, he looked back, and the eighth master had already flown away, only two feet away from him.

Seeing this situation, Lan Ling'er was in a state of revenance, and spoke eagerly, urging the white crane to speed up and dodge.

Stopping and turning sharply when flying is a common way to shake off the opponent, hearing Lan Ling'er's words, the white crane fluttered its wings sharply, accelerated forward, and suddenly tilted its side after flying out of more than ten zhang, and changed its course to the north.

The eighth master expected that the opponent would have this move, and followed the flanks while the white crane turned, his wings fluttered sharply, closing the distance, and when the opponent entered his attack range, he immediately attacked.

To be exact, it is out of the mouth, pecking and biting is nothing for birds, but the eighth master pecks and bites very unparticularly, this guy pecks the ass of the white crane, in fact, it may not want to peck the ass of the white crane, but at the moment it can only peck the buttocks.

The eighth master held his stomach for a while before, but now that he has the opportunity, where will he be merciful, he has a lot of strength and does not need to use nine out of nine, and uses the strength to peck at the white crane.

As soon as he took a bite, Bai He immediately let out a miserable scream, desperately puffing his wings and throwing off the eighth master.

Although the eighth master did not tear off the skin and flesh in this mouthful, he pulled off a lot of tail feathers, and when he succeeded in one blow, he was not relieved, shook off the feathers in his mouth, and continued to chase.

Lan Ling'er and the white crane originally wanted to go around in circles from the neighborhood, but the eighth master flew like a god possessed, and Lan Ling'er had no choice but to stop commanding and let the white crane try to escape and save himself.

The white crane is an old bird, at least older than the eighth master, who is less than a year old, and has experience, seeing that he has lost the advantage of speed, he immediately dives downward, trying to get rid of the eighth master with the help of the trees and complex terrain in the valley.

What to do The eighth master naturally understands, the south wind is too lazy to interfere with the command, so the eighth master chases by himself, the white crane flies desperately in front, the eighth master is chasing in the back, the eighth master is an owl, the body shape is round, such a body is compared with the slender body of the white crane, it is a loss, it stands to reason that it should not be able to fly birds such as Luan crane, but the eighth master's Lao Tzu should be a strange species, the eighth master got its bloodline, and the flight speed is much faster than the same kind, and now it has the help of the south wind full of aura, and there is endless strength all over the body, plus one wants revenge, staring at the white crane, it doesn't even have the patience to flap its wings a few more times to chase over and peck its headAs long as it can touch the white crane, it will immediately lower its mouth, and the pecked white crane feathers fly wildly, screaming again and again.

After entering the valley, the white crane turned flat flying to tossing and turning, and tried his best to get rid of the eighth master, but the eighth master stared at the death bite, responded sensitively, and was never thrown off by the white crane.

At the critical juncture, Bai He and the Eighth Master have forgotten that they are still carrying people on their backs, rolling wantonly, rolling on their sideways indiscriminately, the south wind aura can be released, relying on the aura to be tightly adsorbed on the back of the eighth master, Lan Ling'er's cultivation is limited, and he can't do the same, so he can only hug the neck of the white crane tightly, and let out screams and shouts from time to time.

The previous U-turn was intercepted by the eighth master, and the white crane did not dare to do it again, and used all his strength to accelerate forward.

At first, the blue-robed old man was still shouting and chasing after him, but he was quickly thrown off, and the volley of the person in the cultivation could not be compared with the flying wings of the birds, and both the height and speed were much worse.

The white crane was pecked repeatedly, and the hair on the buttocks was almost ripped off by the eighth master, and he couldn't stop the pain, panicked, and rushed into the forest with his wings, dodging left and right from the forest, and swaying forward.

At this time, it is already the spring and summer transition season, and the trees have many branches and leaves, and the messy leaves touch the shoulders and sweep the arms, slap the forehead and slap the face, which is uncomfortable.

But it's only Lan Ling'er who is uncomfortable, Nanfeng is not uncomfortable, he can dodge in time, not only can he dodge in time, but he also took the opportunity to catch a few fruits.

This kind of fruit is the same kind that Hou Shulin gave him before, and as soon as he thought of Hou Shulin, he heard Hou Shulin's shout, "Shaoxia, Shaoxia." ”

Following the prestige, I saw Hou Shulin trapped in a huge pile of thorns, the pile of thorns was fluffy and messy, with many sharp thorns, Hou Shulin was in it, not down-to-earth, unable to exert his strength, he could only break the thorns one by one.

"Come on, young man. Hou Shulin waved his arms and shouted.

Nanfeng laughed twice at Hou Shulin, in addition to the beloved good people and the hated bad people in the world, there are two other kinds of people, one is a good person, but it is hated by the world. There is another kind of bad people, but the world doesn't hate them, this Hou Shulin belongs to this category, at a glance, he knows that his heart is not right, and even despicable and shameless, but he doesn't hate this person.

"To be able to meet the young man, it is not in vain that Hou came all the way here, the young man is chivalrous and courageous, the heroic spirit, the revenge of the eyes will be avenged, and the grace of a meal will be repaid, it is really a wisp of wind in the filthy martial arts, a heroic man who is rare to see for thousands of years......" Hou Shulin slapped his ass below, and he didn't hear what the south wind said clearly, because the eighth master had quickly flown away.

It's a good thing that he didn't finish listening, otherwise Hou Shulin's next words like no one before and no one after him would give him goosebumps.

The white crane flew northwest along the mountain from the valley, and the eighth master pecked and chased after him, and after a while, the white crane crossed a ridge and entered another valley.

Just as the eighth master followed and crossed over, Nanfeng found a figure shaking on the north side of the ridge at a glance, and when he looked at it, it was a few Taoists wearing Taoist robes.

Because the distance was too far, and the eighth master flew fast, he didn't see the appearance of these people clearly, but these people were each holding a blade, and they were moving quickly from the forest to the east. If he had not guessed wrong, these Daoists should have been masters sent by the Taiqing Sect to encircle and suppress him, and they were worried that they would be noticed by him, so these people did not use their body techniques, but moved quickly from under the tree, trying to surround them.

However, they are late, and now the eighth master has already flown out of the possible encirclement, and Taiqing Zong has run in vain.

There is an idiom called panic and not choosing the road, the white crane is panicking at this time, there is no specific place to go, there is no feasible way, can only fly forward, take one step at a time.

As the saying goes, people have no long-term worries, and it is taboo to take a step to see a step, whether it is a person or a beast, once you take a step to see a step, you will soon enter a dead end.

After flying to the two ridges, the white crane flew into the forest again, and the eighth master chased after him, forcing the white crane to fly wildly, and finally he didn't pay attention, bang, and hit the tree.

The white crane was stunned, unstable, and fell under the forest. Where would the eighth master give it a chance to come back to his senses and get up, a swoop over, grabbing and pecking, and frantically retaliating.

Seeing that the white crane was attacked, Lan Ling'er didn't care to check whether she was injured, so she hurriedly got up, drew her long sword and wanted to come forward to help.

Seeing this, Nanfeng kicked Lan Ling'er's long sword in the air, spun in the air, kicked back again, and kicked Lan Ling'er away.

Lan Ling'er is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year, with a graceful figure, both young and good-looking, but there are more young and good-looking women, if you meet a good-looking person, you will be merciful, and it is estimated that you can only fight the old, weak, sick and disabled.

said that it was ruthless, but in fact, it was still merciful, at least there was no heavy hand, otherwise this kick could directly kick Lan Ling'er to death, not just a cough.

Seeing that Lan Ling'er didn't stop, she took off her crossbow again, Nanfeng flashed over, snatched her crossbow, and pinched the back of her neck, "If you are not honest, pinch your neck." ”

Except for fools, no one is really afraid of death, Lan Ling'er is also afraid of death, and she may have been forced to pretend, but she saw Nanfeng's previous hot hand with her own eyes, lest she hurt the killer if she disobeyed Nanfeng, and even the symbolic resistance was gone, she froze there directly, and dared not move without moving.

Without the support of the South Wind Aura, the eighth master returned to a tired state again, but the white crane was stunned before, and he had not yet returned to his senses at this time, and was taken down by the eighth master.

The eighth master grabbed the long neck of the white crane with his two claws, so that it could not break free, and instead went down and tore the feathers.

The eighth master's grudge Nanfeng has long been taught, as early as when it can't fly, Lao Bai once provoked it, in fact, it was not Lao Bai who took the initiative to provoke it, but it was just a rebellion against its stubborn provocation, this matter was remembered by the eighth master, and when he could fly, he chased Lao Bai from the head of the, before the eighth master suffered a loss, it should have been torn off some feathers by the white crane, at this time it returned the other way to the other side, and was not in a hurry to kill the white crane, just pressed the neck and plucked its hair.

Seeing the white crane screaming and ravaging, Lan Ling'er was very distressed, and shouted eagerly, "Don't kill Hui'er." ”

The eighth master naturally wouldn't listen to her, and seeing that the eighth master still didn't stop, Lan Ling'er had no choice but to ask the south wind for mercy, "Please raise your noble hand and spare it." ”

"Don't tell me," Nanfeng pointed to the eighth master, "you hit it before, you tell it." ”

"Please, I know I'm wrong. Lan Ling'er changed her words quickly.

Nanfeng ignored her, and the eighth master continued to tear the feathers of the white crane, and the white crane's neck was grabbed by the eighth master, and he couldn't resist, but just wailed again and again.

Seeing that Nanfeng didn't answer, Lan Ling'er was anxious, "Hui'er was given to me by my aunt, if you dare to hurt it, my aunt and grandmother will not let you go." ”

"Who is your aunt?" asked Nanfeng casually.

"My aunt and grandmother are the immortals of Yingzhou, and now that you let us go, we will act as if nothing has happened. Lan Ling'er intimidated and negotiated peace.

"Are you scared of me?" South Wind pouted.

Nanfeng didn't say anything to stop it, and the eighth master continued to tear, and the feathers of the birds were also connected to the flesh and skin, and they were plucked out raw, and the taste was naturally uncomfortable, and the white crane screamed non-stop, and even mute.

"Don't hit it, please spare it," Lan Ling'er was so anxious that she cried, "I made it do that, if you want to punish me, punish me." ”

"Punish you?" Nanfeng tilted his head to look at her.

Lan Ling'er didn't speak, just cried.

Nanfeng raised his hand at the eighth master, signaling it to pause plucking.

A woman's tears are one of a woman's many weapons, but they are not effective for every man, Nanfeng tilted his head and thought about it, pointed at the white crane and said to Lan Ling'er, "This is what you said, what my mount does to it, I will do it to you, agree?"

Lan Ling'er was stunned for a moment when she heard this, but when she could react, she raised her hands sharply and protected her collar, "Shameless, Dengzi, shameless." ”

"What do you want, I'll ask you, do you agree?" Nanfeng glanced at the eighth master.

The eighth master didn't pull out his anger in the first place, but immediately pulled it out again, and the white crane shouted again.

Seeing the miserable cry of the white crane, Lan Linger cried in distress.

"It's useless for you to cry, your father is hundreds of miles away from here. Nanfeng said.

"That's my grandfather. Lan Ling'er corrected.

"Oh, I'm still wondering where you got such a daddy, haha," Nanfeng laughed presumptuously, "you quickly say yes or no, and in a little while your white crane will become a bald chicken." ”

"Don't hurt it, I'll follow you," Lan Ling'er was heartbroken, "You're a brute, you won't end well, despicable, shameless, and obscene......"

"That's what you agreed to. Nanfeng quickly made a move and ordered a few acupoints for Lan Ling'er, although he was not proficient in acupoints, he was able to temporarily block the meridians with his aura, paralyzing Lan Ling'er's limbs.

Click through the acupoint, and the long sword is unsheathed.

Although Lan Ling'er couldn't move, she could see and speak, and when she saw Nanfeng pull out her long sword, she was surprised and puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

Nanfeng didn't answer, and swung out a sword, cutting off Lan Ling'er's bun, and then sticking to the scalp, Qi Gen shaved.

"Ah, what are you going to do? Stop. Lan Ling'er thought that Nanfeng was going to insult her, but she never thought that Nanfeng would shave her hair.

"What you agree with your own mouth, you can't go back. Nanfeng couldn't help but laugh and continued to shave, he was now calm and steady, his sword was accurate, and his shaved shiny shaven did not hurt his scalp.

Women love beauty, it is better to kill her if she has a bald head, Lan Linger scolded angrily.

"No matter how honest you are, even Mao'er will shave you. "The south wind intimidates.

Lan Ling'er still understood the difference between hair, and shut up in fright.

is a good beauty, after a while, she was shaved into a bald man, and when the matter was over, the south wind was relieved, returned the sword to the sheath, and looked at the eighth master "Go ......"