Murong Qingran hadn't really been afraid of anything on weekdays, but seeing such a fierce fight, his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"The people of the Ghost Gate, all bloodthirsty and cruel, especially the Ghost Gate Master Si Kou Zhong, is insidious and vicious." The Thirteenth Prince dragged Murong Qingran to stand behind the black-clothed guard, and he retreated and said to Murong Qingran, "Their target is me, I will find a way to let Xiao Yan escort you down the mountain." Murong Qingran, this is the grudge between our Qishan faction and the Ghost Sect, and it has nothing to do with you! ”

"Zhao Thirteen, are you Murong Qingran a timid woman who is afraid of death!"

On the occasion of life and death, the thirteenth prince saved her again and again, which moved Murong Qingran's heart, once she thought that the thirteenth prince was a person who did not compromise the means to achieve the goal, but tonight, he risked his life to save her, Murong Qingran couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't guess what the thirteenth prince was thinking.

"Let's go!" The Thirteenth Prince pushed Murong Qingran back, but he rushed out with his sword and ordered, "Escort Miss Murong down the mountain!" ”

"Yes." Several black-clad guards took orders.

"Little Uncle, you are a nobleman, you shouldn't be a ......" Xiao Yan's face was covered with blood, it was splashed on his face when the disciples of the Ghost Sect and the black-clothed guards were fighting, he held the sword, and tried his best to block in front of the Thirteenth Prince, whatever he said, he would not ignore the Thirteenth Little Uncle in order to save Murong Qingran, a demon girl.

"Uncle Junior!"

When the Thirteenth Prince used the Qishan Sword Technique again, Xiao Yan was anxious, he was so seriously injured, how could he use the Qi Mountain Sword Technique with internal force again, "Little Uncle, don't you want to die!" ”

"Xiao Yan, haven't you listened to the orders of this article!" The Thirteenth Prince roared angrily, the long sword slashed through the air, and stabbed into the body of a ghost disciple, and with a terrible ghost scream, a shadow fell from the night sky.

Chaos in the woods.

Rivers of blood.

Uncle Teacher, Uncle Teacher...... A ten-year-old child in Bajiao, naturally he would not be the target of the people of the ghost gate, he dodged a shadow attack, lay on the ground, hid in the low bushes, used his hands and feet together, he quickly crawled in the low bushes, at this time, he didn't have time to be afraid, because he only knew that he had to find someone to save Murong Qingran and the Thirteen Princes.

Uncle Teacher, Uncle Teacher......

Octagon crawled and shouted, but he didn't dare to shout too loudly, so as not to attract the pursuit of the disciples of the ghost sect.

Just now, he obviously felt the breath of Uncle Zhang, yes, in this direction.

The anise speeds up the crawl.

Crawling and crawling, the octagon suddenly felt his small body volleying in the air, it turned out that the master of Qishan, who was holding the dust, picked up the octagonal with one hand, and the octagonal little face was full of tears, "Uncle Zhang, save Senior Brother Thirteen and Sister Murong, Uncle Zhang......"

The master of Qishan put him on the ground.

"Uncle Palm, woo...... There are so many evil ghosts, ghosts, woo woo ......" Octagon pounced on the master of Qishan again, grabbing the corner of his robe, but he didn't dare to touch his purple ribbon, "Uncle Zhang, ......"

Under the moonlight, the man holding the dust whisk stood quietly, looking at the killing not far away, but his face was not shocked, as if the life, life and death in the world were completely out of his eyes.

"Convicted?"

If it was in Qishan in the past, the octagonal would definitely retract his little hand, kneel on the ground, and kowtow to the owner of Qishan.

But tonight, the Thirteenth Prince and Murong Qingran were in danger, and the octagonal didn't care about anything, and his little hand tightly grabbed the Taoist robe of the master of Qishan, "Please save the Thirteenth Senior Brother and Sister Murong from Uncle Zhang!" If Uncle Zhang's teacher didn't go to the rescue, Bajiao would sue Master, saying that Uncle Zhang's uncle saw that our disciples of the Qishan faction were killed, and he didn't save him when he saw death, so he didn't ...... Not worthy of being the head of our Qishan faction! ”

The voice of immaturity and horror turned out to be righteous and awe-inspiring.

The owner of Qishan opened his eyes slightly, and his elegant face was hidden in the hazy moonlight, which made people look at it clearly in front of him, but it was still so far away.

"Presumptuous!"

The master of Qishan shouted, frightened the little face of the octagonal more and more frightened, but his immature voice was still unconvinced, "Presumptuous, presumptuous, the loss of the octagonal is still so respectful to the master of the master on weekdays, hum, if the uncle of the master does not want to save people, then the octagon himself will save Sister Murong and the thirteenth senior brother, when the time comes, the octagonal is dead, see how the uncle of the master of the master of the octagonal explains." ”

The owner of Qishan swept the dust in his hand, and after walking a few steps, the octagonal was shocked to the ground.

The octagonal head down, took a bite of mud and sand.

Whining......

"Sister Murong, Thirteenth Senior Brother, if you die, the octagon will not live, Master, the octagon is going to die, and you will have no more little disciples in the future, woo...... Master, you will avenge the octagonal in the future! ”

The octagonal rolled on the ground, and the little robe was covered with dust.

What a system! The dignified disciple of the Qishan faction actually played a trick in front of him, although he was only a ten-year-old child, but the octagonal was not an ordinary child, the descendant disciple of the Zihuan Zhenren of the Qishan faction was far above many Qishan disciples, and the master of Qishan was helpless, "I can't get up yet." This is a catastrophe in your thirteenth senior brother's life, the deity can save him once, but not the second time. Although this catastrophe is dangerous, Zhao Run will not die, and his hexagram has never failed.

"I've saved them all once, why can't I save them again!" Octagon howled and cried, "Master said that we cultivators are cultivating in the earthly world, and saving people is also our practice. No wonder Master often says that you are not close to people. In the last sentence, the anise spoke very quietly.

The situation was critical, the octagonal cried and cried, begged and begged, the master of Qishan was still indifferent, the octagonal little hand wiped his tears, got up and knelt down, kowtowed to the master of Qishan and said, "Uncle Zhang, if the octagon is dead, please bring the body of the octagonal to the master." ”

After speaking, he stepped on the low bush, and his small body flew into the air.

The master of Qishan immediately shook off the dust, his body moved, and in the moment of the octagonal volley, he grabbed him again.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I'm going to save Sister Murong and Senior Brother Thirteen......" Bajiao kept struggling, "Uncle Zhangjiao doesn't dare to save it, Bajiao will save it." ”

"Another stinky Taoist!" A few ghost shadows floated down, obviously attracted by the shouts of the octagonal, and as soon as they saw the master of Qishan, they couldn't help but say something, and slapped them with one palm.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable through suffering." The master of Qishan didn't move, but Octagon shouted in fear, "Uncle Zhang, the evil ghost is coming, it's dangerous!" ”

However, as soon as the octagonal finished shouting, those ghosts fell straight in front of the master of Qishan, and they didn't even touch the Taoist robe of the master of Qishan, so they were injured by the Taoist true qi of the master of Qishan and fainted.

"You...... You are the head of Qi! There was also a ghost, seeing that the ghost disciples who came with him were so vulnerable in front of the master of Qi Mountain, he immediately thought that the person who could have such skills in the world must be the head of Qi in the mouth of the master of the door, he was so frightened that he ran away, "The master of the door, the master of the door, the head of Qi is still on the mountain!" ”R1154