Yiqing was tormented every moment, she didn't dare to sleep, but she had to pretend to sleep in the tent, for fear that she would really fall asleep.

Cui Lang and the others finally came, but they were obviously injured, Ling Qingping who was unconscious, Cui Lang who was vain, and Zhong Xiaoshan who was soaked in blood with gauze on his shoulders, this scene made Yiqing hesitate.

She suppressed her thoughts for a moment, quickly rushed out of the tent to greet her, pretended to be very happy, and laid out the cloth for everyone to celebrate.

She was thinking hard about how to remind Cui Lang and the others in the presence of Yue Qimei.

If she said it so bluntly, the two of them would definitely be in a state of confusion, and they might be subdued on the spot by the suddenly troubled Yue Qimei, she found that her mind became more and more flexible, and some inexplicable pictures flashed in her mind.

"Where's Lao Sai? The tents are all here! Where did the people go? Beware of these hoof prints. Cui Lang squatted carefully in the gap, and he also inadvertently fell for this hoof print.

Zhong Xiaoshan looked up at the Peerless Peak and said, "Hasn't Brother Meng arrived yet?" ”

Yiqing didn't know how to answer, she knew the truth, and it was easy to show her feet when she spoke, but she saw Yue Qimei pointing to the flower cloth tent and said, "They are all inside." ”

The two of them subconsciously turned their heads, Yiqing felt a chill in her heart, and she saw Yue Qimei wave her hand and threw out a bottle of potion.

"Be careful——!

Yiqing was in the process of retreating, and saw Cui Lang and the two of them turn back, and the potion had been shaken open by Yue Qimei with the true yuan of the air, and the black silk smoke quickly entwined the two of them.

She's no longer hidden! Yiqing secretly hated herself for being indecisive, and her heart was so anxious that she almost burst into tears.

Cui Lang and Zhong Xiaoshan fell without any suspense, and there was no anger in their eyes at the last moment, just a look of worry about Yiqing.

"Yiqing, if you cooperate, I can let you go." Yue Qimei looked at Yiqing who had retreated, the black knife edge in her eyebrows had not disappeared, and her cultivation was still at the seventh layer of the Great Martial Arts, and she no longer needed to disguise.

She only needs to subdue Yiqing, even if Wen Yiming arrives at the scene, she will throw a rat trap, delay until Long Xiuzhu and others arrive, and the overall situation will be decided.

No matter how fierce Wen Yiming is, in the face of Long Xiuzhu and Ye Jintian, plus that one-eyed general, he will not be able to escape.

Yiqing is a variable, she has already decided that if she can't do it, she will kill with a dead hand.

Seeing that Yiqing was silent, just retreated to the corner and stared at herself tightly, Yue Qimei waved her hand to tear the flower cloth tent open, and a mist spilled out of her hand, which filled the sky above the unconscious people.

Yiqing's afterglow saw Sai Yaren wake up, followed by Amon, and finally everyone except Ling Qingping woke up one by one, but they only opened their eyes and couldn't move.

"What the hell are you going to do? Yue Qimei! Saiaren's eyes turned red.

The eyes of Amon and the others stared at Yue Qimei, except for being able to roll their eyes and speak, they couldn't do anything, their cultivation was dissipated, they couldn't lift the slightest bit of true yuan, there seemed to be some energy in their bodies solidifying, and it was extremely difficult to even lift their fingers.

Yiqing leaned against the sand wall, secretly anxious.

Amon rolled his eyes and looked at the frightened Yiqing, but he couldn't even grit his teeth, so he could only stare at the sneering Yue Qimei fiercely, and said weakly: "What is your purpose?" Say it, don't hurt Yiqing, I'll do it one by one. ”

Yue Qimei snorted coldly, took out a bottle of potion and threw it at Yiqing, and said, "Yiqing, drink it, I won't embarrass you!" ”

Amon looked at the crystal bottle that fell in front of Yiqing, and shouted hard, "Yiqing, don't drink it!" He turned to Yue Qimei and said, "Yue Qimei, what is coming at me, what can she threaten you in Yiqing?" ”

Yue Qimei didn't pay attention to the angry people at all, and put out two more crescent daggers in her hands and pressed towards Yiqing.

Yiqingqiao's face was flushed and nervous.

She had already sacrificed a needle crossbow, and although she couldn't inspire cultivation, having this weapon in her hand seemed to give her a little more security.

In the pop sound, the aimless star silver steel needle shot randomly, Yue Qimei smiled at the corner of her mouth, still maintained a touch of vigilance in the coldness, and shook in the steel needle, like a jade girl shuttling, and her body was extremely agile and elegant.

She was not fast, and Yiqing hid in the place where the hoof prints were densest, and she couldn't control the sky here, so she had to be cautious.

The distance was shortening, and a true yuan knife slashed out, and Yiqing screamed in horror and subconsciously dodged with a needle crossbow.

"Be careful of the hoof prints, Yiqing" Amon reminded with a crack, but saw that Yiqing had stepped on the hoof prints in a panic and fled, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone frowned in indignation, Yiqing was not obvious, she couldn't avoid the knife, her thigh was injured, the knife would have directly cut off her feet, but when Yiqing stepped on the hoof print, the speed suddenly accelerated, and she narrowly avoided the knife cut in a complete state, leaving only a deep gap that could be seen in the bone, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Yue Qimei's heart was not good, although Yiqing was crying in pain, and her cheeks were full of fear, but her cultivation had already emerged, and she suddenly entered the samurai stage.

Everyone gave birth to a glimmer of hope, and the battle after Yiqing Xiu appeared was obvious to all, and no one dared to say that they could have the upper hand in a single confrontation, and neither could Amun.

Yue Qimei gave up her scruples, the tail of her eyebrows slightly surfaced lines, her eyes were like tattoos to the hairline, her cheeks were red, and the black line knife edge in the center of her eyebrows was weird and charming.

Her speed skyrocketed, and the lotus foot lightly clicked on the hoof print gap and rushed out, and the double dagger flew and rolled up several qi and approached directly.

Yiqing was still in a state of nervous panic, fleeing in the dense hoof prints without any scruples, with colors hanging on his body and blood spilling all the way behind him. However, those fierce qi seemed to be hindered by something, and they couldn't always cut into Yiqing's body, and they only dissipated after cutting the flesh.

"Yiqing is calm, mobilize the true yuan to delay time, and your cultivation has recovered! Seventh sister Nima Laozi ****** the whole family! Amon tried to raise the tone of his words, and when he saw that he was deficient, he was covered in injuries, and he couldn't hold back anymore, and scolded violently.

Everyone was even more anxious than Yiqing, and they all gave advice, comfort, and cheer. Because the voice in the excitement makes them weak, there is a tacit understanding of one person and one sentence, like a relay.

"Little princess, don't fight with her, obscene and obscene! Zhenyuan is all used to run away," Sai Yaren said about his experience as a street bastard.

Cui Lang then said: "Yiqing, use the sand dunes and hoof prints to detour, yes, yes, good"

Yue Qimei secretly hated that she was getting carried away, and she shouldn't let everyone regain her senses, because Yiqing had already entered the martial arts stage in the cultivation of the rising levels, and began to mobilize Zhenyuan to run in the hoof prints relying on a few small sand dunes in between, and the speed was much faster.

Although she was still in a panic and her pace was disorganized, she began to panic with the rising speed, and the field full of hoof prints and three sand dunes of different heights and sizes in the middle of it, her speed did not dare to explode to the extreme.

The worst thing is that the hoof prints on those sand dunes are even denser, and they don't dare to jump up at all, condescending.

Can't keep it, Yue Qimei's heart is becoming more and more uneasy, with a coquettish shout, the double dagger flew out of her hand, and with several circling wind blades sealed Yiqing's advance and retreat, she shot out a needle in the air, and a cyan air flow flashed away, directly attacking the prediction point, and the ruthless color in her eyes was sheng.

Everyone couldn't bear to close their eyes, and this blow was unavoidable.