Zhao Xuanchen stood up with his strength, his slender arm wrapped around Ling Yiyi's slender waist, and his other big hand pulled out the sword at his waist, and the handsome and cute baby's face raised a faint arc.

"I don't need to carry it, I'm not as weak as you think, that is, if I miss it after a while, you can take me up again!"

The distance of more than ten zhang high, unless you use light power with the help of external force, it is difficult to go up.

Ling Yiyi pursed the corners of her mouth in disbelief, took out the dagger on her waist with her little hand, and tossed it up and down smoothly, "Go!" ”

With a cold 'go', Zhao Xuanchen immediately mobilized his internal force and flew towards the sky with Ling Yiyi, the long sword in his hand was instantly inserted into the stone wall, and when Zhao Xuanchen changed his breath, he jumped up with the weak strength of the sword body.

Although it was Zhao Xuanchen who took Ling Yiyi, but Ling Yiyi was not lazy, in order to reduce Zhao Xuanchen's burden, the same luck was strong, using the light skills he had just learned, and flew to the wellhead with Zhao Xuanchen's footsteps, and the dagger in his hand was also inserted into the stone wall in front of him synchronously with the soft sword, and then pulled out when he jumped up for the second time, and then inserted into the higher stone wall at the same time, just like climbing a ladder, he flew to the entrance of the cave in a few jumps.

Zhao Xuanchen shook Ling Yiyi's big hand upwards and threw the light and petite Ling Yiyi onto the well.

Ling Yi rushed out of the cave in the posture of a butterfly, leaped into the air and landed gracefully, his sharp eyes swept away, and the dagger in his hand attacked the monk not far away.

The bald monk was dressed in gray cloth, looked to be in his twenties, holding a long thick rope in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, he was startled by Ling Yiyi, who suddenly appeared, and immediately squatted down and put down the bamboo basket, while dodging Ling Yiyi's attack, and the other hand was clenched into a fist to attack Ling Yiyi.

Ling Yiyi's dagger changed the direction of the attack, stabbing the monk in the heart, and the false move changed to attack the neck. "Look at the move!"

The monk immediately took two steps back, and his fist slammed into it again, but he suddenly couldn't move.

Zhao Xuanchen, who was covered with dust in an ink-colored robe, stood straight beside Ling Yiyi with his long black hair, the long sword in his hand hanging down to one side, and the big hand that pointed out the point was withdrawn into the long sleeve. "It's okay!"

"It's fine!" Ling Yiyi shook her head and glanced at the bamboo basket, which contained a large plate of food, which looked like it should be vegetarian dishes and rice.

Yiyi's mind flashed with inspiration, this monk should be bringing food to the master.

The two of them looked around, and saw that they were in a real simple stone house at this time.

The stone house is very clean, as if it is often cleaned, the surrounding walls are slightly rough stone walls, a single stone bed in the room is located in the corner of the stone house, a small stone table and a few round stone benches, is this clean and simple stone house decoration.

There is a closed stone door on the right hand side, and there is a protruding semicircular stone block next to the stone door, which should be the switch for going out!

Ling Yiyi held the dagger tightly, glanced at Zhao Xuanchen, and quietly came to the back of the stone gate.

Zhao Xuanchen's slender fingers took out three fingers, gesturing with three, two, and one.

Ling Yiyi received the information, and her little hand immediately pressed on the semicircular stone.

I only heard a bang, the stone gate really moved, the middle of the stone gate was fixed on the stone wall, rotated left and right and pushed open, and a sunny stone cave appeared in front of me.

The two of them walked out of the stone house vigilantly, feeling the cold wind blowing in front of them, and they could hear the rustling of leaves and the sound of people breathing.

Ling Yiyi's heart moved, could this be the difference between having internal force and not having internal force.

She could hear the faint breathing, about fifty meters away from her now, and she could still hear the breathing of about eighteen men.

Zhao Xuanchen also heard the breathing sound of those people, and his steps became lighter, and even his breathing slowed down.

He found that Ling Yiyi stopped, and also paused, looking at Ling Yiyi listening intently, looking at her joyful expression.

Guess, probably because they are about to go out, and they are in a good mood!

The two of them carried light skills and flew towards the outside of the cave, seeing that the big hole entrance appeared in front of the two, and at the same time, there were eighteen warrior monks guarding the entrance of the cave.

The eighteen warrior monks also discovered Ling Yiyi and Zhao Xuanchen at this time, and immediately formed an eighteen Arhat array, blocking Ling Yiyi and Zhao Xuanchen's way.

"A bold thief, he dares to trespass on the forbidden land in the back mountain! Take! ”

At the sound of an order, the eighteen warrior monks immediately attacked Ling Yiyi and Zhao Xuanchen, who were covered in blood and covered in wolves.

The soft sword in Zhao Xuanchen's hand stabbed neatly at the monks who were attacking in close quarters, protecting Ling Yi behind him, and using his internal force to meet the powerful fists of the eighteen monks.

"Take it back, I'll come!" Ling Yiyi pulled Zhao Xuanchen behind him, stabbed the bloody dagger neatly at the monk, and the other small hand carried the internal force and slapped it at the other monk.

The petite body was like a tall force, forcibly blocking the monks' moves to attack Zhao Xuanchen.

"Amitabha, Miss Ben is not a thief, Miss Ben is the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, Ling Yiyi, you still don't give way!"

The formation of these warrior monks was very close, and they looked at Ling Yiyi and Zhao Xuanchen in the formation coldly, several of them surrounded Ling Yiyi, and most of them attacked Zhao Xuanchen.

"Deaf!" Ling Yiyi saw that they were pretending to be crazy and stupid, and they didn't recognize her appearance, and the anger in her heart erupted.

These people are ferocious, and the targets of their attacks are Zhao Xuanchen, could it be that these people know Zhao Xuanchen's true identity, so they will kill Zhao Xuanchen under the secret order of the Northern Zhou royal family.

But it shouldn't! Those people hadn't seen Zhao Xuanchen at all, and they wouldn't know that he was pretending to be crazy and stupid, how could they be bent on killing Zhao Xuanchen?

Could it be that it is better to kill three thousand than to let one go!

Ling Yiyi, who was thinking wildly, suddenly felt a black shadow in front of her, and immediately raised her palm to meet the fist in front of her, but ignored a big thick foot, kicked her in the stomach, and several other fists and feet like iron heads also attacked.

"Yiyi" shouted loudly, Zhao Xuanchen, who was leaning back to Ling Yiyi, turned around to protect Ling Yiyi in his arms, and swung his long sword at the monk with sword energy.

Some of the monks flew into the sky and some squatted on the ground, like scattered birds, dodging the powerful sword qi, and immediately regained their formation, attacking Zhao Xuanchen's fatal part again.

That 'Yiyi' immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

On the mountain behind Xiangguo Temple, the officers and soldiers who inspected the case everywhere, searched for Miss Ling, as well as the guards of the General's Mansion, and the guards brought by the four princes of Dongzhao, all flew in the direction of the forbidden land in the back mountain at the first time.

Zhao Xuanchen hugged Ling Yiyi and quickly retreated, but he was a step too late.

Because of Ling Yiyi's flash, Zhao Xuanchen was injured by the Eighteen Arhat Formation, and the iron fist and iron feet with internal force smashed into Zhao Xuanchen's vital place.

With a 'poof' sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the injured Zhao Xuanchen.

"Fool!" Ling Yiyi shouted worriedly, and suddenly spun out of Zhao Xuanchen's arms, his small hand firmly wrapped around Zhao Xuanchen's waist, and the dagger in his hand swept through the thousands of troops with a bloodthirsty murderous aura, scratching the shoulders of several monks, and using light skills to bring Zhao Xuanchen to the stone wall next to the cave entrance.

Zhao Xuanchen's mouth kept pouring blood, but with a faint smile on his face, he said comfortingly, "It's okay!" Don't worry! ”

It's just that the blood that keeps gushing out, the feeling that the meridians are broken is like thousands of ants gnawing at his flesh and blood, and the pain is unbearable, but he doesn't want her to worry.

Ling Yiyi placed Zhao Xuanchen on the side of the stone wall behind him, turned his back to Zhao Xuanchen and stared coldly without giving in, attacking the two of them again like a machine, the monk who never stopped.

The petite body was like a powerful knight at this time, firmly guarding in front of Zhao Xuanchen's body, exuding a powerful killing aura, like a god of death, ruthlessly stabbing the dagger into the heart of one of them.

"Whoever hurts others, die!"

The cold and ruthless voice was colder than the ice water in the cold pool, the ice and snow on the snowy mountains, and there was an invisible bloodthirsty excitement in it.

Ling Yiyi mobilized the powerful internal force in his body, slapped one hand at one of the monks who had injured Zhao Xuanchen, and immediately slapped the monk a few feet away and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The Eighteen Arhat Formation was broken by Ling Yiyi's killing move.