Although the young man was in a fierce fight at the moment, wielding a knife in both hands, for Long Chen, he could still see it clearly.

On the back of the young man's right hand, there was a little diamond-shaped red sign, which for some reason gave people the feeling that there seemed to be something contained in this sign, contracted in it, and never unfolded.

Chen Long slowly hooked the corners of his mouth: "Go, don't make too much noise, don't hurt that young man, bring him over to see me." ”

If it were in other circumstances, Long Chen would not have helped so easily.

After all, in this world, in the world of cultivating immortals, there are more of the weak and the strong, swords and swords, which has long been the norm, and for Chen Long, the disputes between these low-level monks are no different from the fight of ants, if you see a few ants fighting on the side of the road, will you go up and crush one of them because one of them bullies more and less?

And just as he often taught his disciples to say, people's hearts are unpredictable, never just look at the surface, don't want to see the road uneven because of impulsiveness. After all, you can't know who is good and who is evil, maybe the villain who bullies the weak in your eyes is actually decent, and the person you save is actually a murderer full of evil? After all, a smart and cunning thief will put on a cloak of goodness.

But this time, it's a little different.

At this time, in the battle ahead, the girl's side was gradually unable to support it, and the old man was already unable to resist two masters of the same level and many enemies, and he seemed to have been injured for a long time, and his movements were getting slower and slower, and in a trance, he was seized by a spiritual realm powerhouse and stabbed through the chest with a knife.

The old man's eyes widened, and he roared, and directly grabbed the knife of the strong man in the spiritual realm, the strong man in the spiritual realm wanted to draw the knife, but he couldn't pull it out, but the old man's iron crutch had already been smashed, and the strong man in the spiritual realm hesitated and did not let go in time, so he was directly hit in the head by the iron crutch, directly shattering the heavenly spirit, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the dead could not die again.

And the old man was also grabbed by another spiritual realm powerhouse, punched him in the chest, and flew out upside down.

"Bingbo!"

The girl screamed and rushed forward, the old man was injured one after another, but he couldn't stand up anymore, and pushed the girl away: "Miss, go!

"Hmph, can you run?"

The girl cried with pear blossoms and rain, but it was too late to escape, and the living spiritual realm powerhouse had already brought others to surround her.

"The old thing is pretty tenacious, but that's the end of it. ”

The Spirit Realm powerhouse glanced at his dead companion, his face palpitated, and he looked at the girl viciously.

"Miss, this old thing is dead, you can go back with us obediently, and you can suffer less, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

On the other hand, when the young man saw that the situation was not good, he suddenly became anxious, shouted, struck hard, forced the three of them away, rushed over, and stopped in front of the girl.

"I'm here to stop them, you go!"

"It's up to you, stinky boy, do you think you can stop us?" The Spirit Realm powerhouse snorted coldly, slapped out a palm, and slapped a long knife in the young man's hand away, slapping him back a few steps, and almost sitting on the ground.

"Boy, this matter has nothing to do with you, but since you are nosy, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless, go to the Netherworld and regret it!"

The corner of the boy's mouth was bleeding, but he still protected the girl and refused to take a step back.

Just when the Spirit Realm powerhouse was about to strike again, he heard a cold and slightly arrogant voice sound.

"What are you doing?"

The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear, and everyone was shocked and looked at it in unison.

But I saw a young man wearing a fiery red robe, a long hair shawl, handsome and incomparable, with a little red flame-shaped mark on his eyebrows, and carrying a luxurious and arrogant aura all over his body, standing a few feet away, staring coldly at everyone. Not far behind the young man, a carriage could be seen.

"Who are you?" The spirit realm powerhouse's heart jumped, although he didn't reveal any breath, but just by looking at this appearance, he could also see that this young man was extraordinary, and he opened his mouth with a little fear and shouted: "The Liu family is doing business, and no one else should leave quickly." ”

"What is that?" the young man frowned.

The spiritual realm powerhouse's face changed, and he shouted: "Bold, you dare to insult my Liu family, who are you?"

The young man said lightly: "I'm just a coachman, you have made a noise with my son-in-law." ”

Hearing the young man's words, everyone looked strange.

Coachman? Where do you look like a coachman? If anything, you look more like a son.

This young man is none other than the Burning Sky Fire Phoenix Yan Spirit who has incarnated into a human form.

The fire phoenix was originally a noble and beautiful divine bird, even if it turned into a human form, it was a peerless appearance.

As a coachman, his appearance is indeed a little conspicuous, but there is nothing to be done, after all, it is the arrogant Burning Sky Fire Phoenix, if it were not for Chen Long's wishes, where would he deign to drive the carriage? If he was allowed to become a rough mortal again, it would really be more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Forget it, it's a waste of time to talk to you ants. ”

Yan Ling shook his head: "With the identity of you ants, it is only a capital crime to quarrel with my son-in-law." ”

The spiritual realm powerhouse who claimed to be the Liu family's face changed, and he was just about to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he let out a miserable scream.

In addition to the boy and the girl, more than ten people on the other side, almost at the same time, were full of raging fire, which spread to the whole body in the blink of an eye, and the two girls on the other side did not react, only to see that between the flames, these more than ten people had been directly burned into more than a dozen ashes, sprinkled on the ground.

But with a breath, there were only three girls left on the road, and the expressionless Yan Ling.

Then, his gaze fell on the maiden and the boy.

The two of them were a spirit, and their faces were pale.

In their eyes, this seemingly handsome young man has simply become the embodiment of terror. Without even moving his fingers, he burned more than a dozen masters of the Liu family to ashes.

If he wanted to, I am afraid that the boy and the girl would only end up in the same fate, turning into ashes in an instant.

However, at this juncture, I saw the old man on the ground, covered in blood, struggling and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Little ...... Miss ......"

The girl came back to her senses and hurriedly grabbed the old man's hand.

"Bingbo!"

The old man known as Bingbo opened his mouth intermittently while spitting blood.

"Miss...... Old slave, already ...... No...... Okay, you must ...... for yourself Take care. ”

"Bingbo...... Don't, Bingbo. The girl cried.

"To...... North...... Run, 10 million...... Don't get caught. Bingbo's eyes looked at the young man next to him: "Young man...... Thank you...... Righteousness...... Help...... I hope you help the old ...... Take care of ......"

(End of chapter)