Han Li rode to the side of the young man, and only then did he see more clearly what this group of people were wearing, they were dressed simply, obviously they came specifically for hunting, with iron swords hanging on their waists, and most of them had quivers on their horses, and they all carried big bows, and their archery skills were superb.

The middle-aged man like a servant, with a wide face and big eyes, looked mighty, and while handing the sword to the young man, he said loudly, "Guests, how did you provoke these evil ghosts?"

Although he said that he was a demon, his eyes were not panicked, and with a pair of big hands, he flexibly drew out one arrow after another, and handed it to the young man like flowing water.

The young man's eyebrows were furrowed, his cheeks were thin and straight, not to mention handsome, his temperament was quite noble, cold, his thin lips were lightly pursed, like a child's stubbornness, his black eyes floated on two cold, slightly pale hands, tightly clasped the bowstring, and he released it violently, and a feathered arrow, whistling out, hit his prey.

His bow was swarthy, and the bend that had been pulled apart by the strength of the force had accumulated the cold seriousness of a young man, the faint casualness, the wordless silence, just like that of a man who did not like to speak.

Han Li's gaze stayed on the servant-like man for a moment, and said respectfully, when the deserted house was sheltering from the rain, the younger generation heard the horn in the distance hideous, and after a while, he listened to the hustle and bustle of the group of ghosts, and he didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly rode a horse to flee for his life, but he didn't expect that it was these ghost things, who didn't give up, chased for dozens of miles, and still didn't give up, but it involved Mr. and others.

The middle-aged man looked up at Han Li, with a hearty smile on the corner of his lips, and shook his hand, where, where to speak, we are the people of [Streaming Studios], and it is our duty to come out in the middle of the night to hunt and harass the monsters that harass the city;

Hearing his words, Han Li couldn't help but wonder in a shocked tone, how did Mr. know the whereabouts of these ghosts?

The man's eyes were shining, and he replied, There are 300,000 residents of Liuying City, and it has been inherited for hundreds of years, although there are few wars, but in this group of mountains, there have always been many ghosts and monsters harassing and killing people, and it is annoying to send spies, but those spies are not afraid of jokes, just some trained red eagles, they take turns to hover the entire sky belonging to Liuying City all day long, and once they find those demons who have escaped from hell, they will return to the city to warn.

When he said about Liuying Studios, his eyes unconsciously revealed a little pride, the strength of a city ends here!

Han Li didn't know what the Stream Cinema was, but the ghost he heard had already existed, and his mind flashed through his thoughts, and he secretly said, how did this Holy Demon Hall have anything to do with these ghosts? He thought to himself, but he was not rude, how could these ghosts come from hell?

The middle-aged man's eyes tightened, and he lost his voice, isn't the guest from here? Why don't you know the origin of these ghosts?

Han Li tightened his eyebrows, and said secretly, this is embarrassing, just thinking about it, when he didn't know how to answer, the girl's voice said coldly, Feixue Villa, thousands of miles away from here, I don't know some strange monsters, it is normal, looking back, it is Zhao Qingqing riding on horseback, and her hand is gently trying the cold sword, her hand is white and delicate, like five fingers like white onions, lightly supporting the thin sword body, the sword body is like frozen water, under the sun, hazy with a layer of hazy mist, and her finger skin, Just paddled lightly in the mist, like a wave of water, amazing, and the sword has always permeated the cold, she raised her head, as if lazily looking at her sword, the face of the country and the city, the beauty of white as jade, bright eyes, is an intoxicating whirlpool, swallowing people silently, such a stunning young woman, how can it not suffocate?

The middle-aged man had excellent concentration, but when he heard the Flying Snow Villa, his face changed color, he took a deep breath, and respectfully clasped his fists and saluted on the horse, it turned out to be a distinguished guest from the Flying Snow Villa thousands of miles away, dare to ask the name of the fairy?

Han Li dripped a sweat on his forehead, and said secretly, how could this seemingly bold big brother become so cautious because of a word? Thinking about it, his eyes saw the middle-aged man's face, the man's face was full of red light, and he explained disapprovingly [Flying Snow Villa] is known as a quiet land, and there are even more people in the legend, who have cultivated into immortals, and people who are thousands of miles away such as me are also quite admired, don't be surprised!

Han Li sighed secretly, it's a pity that I, Han, really don't know what Feixue Mountain Villa is, I looked at Zhao Qingqing as I spoke, I really don't know what she will say next?

When Xiao Lingling saw Han Li's face, he guessed that he was entangled in his heart, worried that the two groups of people would turn against each other if they didn't agree with each other, so he said to him softly, Brother Han, don't think about it, it'll be fine.

Xiao Lingling said for sure, Han Li saw that her face was flushed, her big eyes blinked and blinked, her eyelashes were slender, she was very good-looking, and her delicate girl appearance was really cute.

And the middle-aged man, with a solemn face, looked at Zhao Qingqing tightly, as if he had a lot of respect for Feixue Mountain Villa,

There were more and more ghosts in front of him, and many of his followers drew their arrow feathers with solemn faces, bent down to take the arrows, and swished away!

Han Li looked at Zhao Qingqing next to her, her jade face was cold, her slender fingertips lightly held the long sword, her black hair was a little wet, glowing with mist, sticking to her snow-white skin, she looked down at the sword in her hand, and said with a slight smile, her surname is Zhao, her name is Qingqing, that smile is already clear!

The middle-aged man, when he heard this, looked relieved, and said with a smile, the fairy was born in the Flying Snow Villa, that's right,!

Xiao Lingling rode a horse, stretched out his white hand and stroked his cheek and said, I have long heard that the people of the Qin State are unparalleled in the world in riding and shooting, and they are the most powerful in the world......

Han Li returned the sword into the sheath, and slowly shook his head and smiled when he heard the words, this is incomparable, archery is practiced by practice, occasionally hunting, and fighting with the marching army is another matter.

Xiao Lingling pursed her lips, giggled, and looked away......

The middle-aged man had no doubts in his heart, looked around and said, guests don't have to be restrained, I am the Song steward of Liuying Studios, he looked at the young man with his eyebrows, and respectfully introduced, This is my little master, Shang Fei!

It's just that the young man is rather cold, and his lips are pursed

As far as the eye can see, more than a dozen powerful bows are fired in unison, and the momentum is breathtaking, and there are ghosts and monsters falling to the ground, blood and water flowing, and they want to vomit when they smell it.

He seemed to have a habit of cleanliness, frowned, turned the horse's head first, and did not ask questions and answers, and said directly, go, everyone shouted loudly, followed one after another, and kept turning back to shoot arrows, showing that the riding skills were superb, the three of them looked at each other, nodded, and followed closely on horseback!

After riding horses for more than ten miles, those monsters did not dare to catch up again, and when they looked, a majestic majestic pass rose from the ground, and the soldiers on the city wall were mighty, and the brown flags were waving, drifting in the smoke and rain.