Under the bright starlight, in the deep alley on the right side of the dart game, there was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old in a green coat, his face was written with wordless vicissitudes, his eyes were deep and silent indifference, and a green long sword in his hand sounded a crisp dragon groan.

"Swordsman!" A thick smile melted into Xiaoyaosheng's face.

"Run!" The masked man who had summoned the robber elf screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and before he could finish speaking, the man turned and leaped away.

Seeing this, the three comrades were startled again, first glanced at each other quickly, and no longer dared to ask about the origin of the young man who suddenly appeared, so they immediately turned around and jumped away in shock.

However, before he could move an inch, he suddenly heard a crisp sound behind him, and the young man who suddenly appeared waved his left hand and said, "Binding the demon rope!" As the sound fell, a golden light shot out from his cuff, and the masked man who had summoned the black troll spirit did not react, and his body was trapped by a golden rope as thick as a thumb.

"It's just a demon rope, how can I endure it?" The masked man who had summoned the black monster spirit was full of rage, and he screamed and screamed, and his mana was violently raised, and he wanted to break this treasure with brute force, but the more he used it, the tighter the treasure was bound, like a snake that tightly bound its prey; Every time he increased his strength, this treasure flashed with golden light, and it was thicker, and the bones around him were so hard that he was tied to the point of rattling, and the sound of bones breaking kept coming; In a moment, the rage had turned into a scream, and the mana was drained, giving up resistance.

While they were struggling, the two comrades had already jumped away.

It was also at this time that the mysterious young man's forehead totem lit up and disappeared, and a green shadow flashed out.

Immediately afterwards, the mysterious young man hugged the Tang nun and with just a few flashes, he appeared next to Xiaoyaosheng, put the Datang nun away, and said, "This place will be handled by my brother!" After saying that, the figure flashed, and the person was gone. After a few breaths, several mana fluctuations appeared in the void in the direction of Qian Zhuang, and it quickly calmed down.

Xiaoyaosheng didn't care, he sat Yue Ying cross-legged, and with a stroke of mana in both hands, a warm yellow mango gathered out, wrapping Yue Ying, who was already a little confused. At the time, the yellow and red gold threads on Yueying's body snaked and rushed, constantly repairing her injured body.

After a few breaths, Yue Ying's injured body had been repaired more than half, and her consciousness was slowly awake as usual, she opened a pair of beautiful eyes, and said leisurely as if she had just woken up from a dream: "In the dark, it seems that I can hear a fellow Taoist call me a fellow disciple and brother swordsman?" ”

Xiao Yaosheng smiled warmly, nodded and said, "Thanks to the swordsman in time, I am free from this difficulty with the fairy below!" ”

"yes!" Yue Ying first sighed with emotion, and then continued with some self-mockery: "I never thought that the swordsman would improve so fast, I think a few years ago, the swordsman was still the junior brother of the little girl, and he met the Chang'an Hotel for the first time, but he was only at the fifty level of cultivation; When I said goodbye, I was in Jiangzhou Yamen, and I was already able to fight against the predecessors of the Shenwei Realm with Xiaoyaosheng Daoyou, Wutianji Fairy, Troll King Daoyou, and Fox Beauty Fairy; And now, he also used the elite realm cultivation to kill the Brave Martial Realm monk in an instant! Even if the little woman cultivates for another hundred years, she may not be able to reach it. It seems that after this heroic martial arts competition, I, the former senior sister, will become a junior sister, and I, the former junior brother, will become a senior brother, and then continue to rise to the top, and break through the divine power realm that everyone looks up to. Yue Ying said fascinatedly, and when she said this, she seemed to have just returned to reality, and looked at Xiao Yaosheng with an unwavering look and asked, "Do you say that you are a free Taoist?" ”

Xiao Yaosheng looked at Yue Ying and smiled, didn't say anything, just used his mana to help Yue Ying heal her injured body.

Yue Ying didn't say much, her eyes closed slightly, enjoying this warmth that could not be captured.

After another half a word, Yue Ying's injuries had completely healed, and he looked at the masked man who was bound by the demon rope, and fell to the ground motionless, looking at the two of them with panicked eyes. Yue Ying suddenly bent and tore off the veil, it was a bearded young monk with a somewhat emaciated face, thirty-five or sixteen years old; showed his face, and became more and more frightened at this moment, and couldn't help but tremble, and begged: "The two young heroes spare their lives, this matter is all because of the purple-clothed thief, saying that the young man can auction the thousand-year-old Baoxin Pill with the world, and he must have some value, maybe he will come to Chang'an Qianzhuang to withdraw money to go to other auction venues; I invited Zai Xia and three other Taoist friends to come to this alley to set up a ban on the air first, to seek the property of the young man! It's all to blame for being greedy in the next moment, offending the young man with no eyes, please spare the young man's life! After that, if the young man has any need, as long as he calls, he will go to the soup for the young man and never give up! ”

After hearing this, Xiao Yaosheng thought for a while and said, "According to this, you and the mysterious black-clothed masked monk at the auction are not on the same path?" ”

"No acquaintance!" The thin-faced man hurriedly replied.

Xiao Yaosheng nodded thoughtfully, then turned his head to Yue Ying and said, "This person is fine, let's go see that female cultivator!" ”

"Hmm!" Yue Ying nodded in response, and turned to the masked female cultivator with Xiao Yaosheng.

Behind him, the man with a thin face begged several times one after another: "Young man spare his life!" Young man spare his life! Two young heroes spare their lives! There was a faint smell of sobbing in his voice.

The masked female cultivator flashed past the swordsman, always kneeling motionless on the ground, her left hand covering the wound was covered with thick blood, and there was still blood slowly flowing out between her fingers and forming a large blood droplet, which fell into the pool of blood on the ground, ticking and splashing in all directions. She was still conscious, but her eyes were extremely sluggish, her right hand hung weakly, and the thorn had already fallen to the ground.

"What a sword!" Looking at the appearance of the female cultivator, Yue Ying couldn't help but exclaim.

Xiao Yaosheng nodded, and the two fingers of his right hand flashed over the wound of the masked nun in the middle of the food, and he had already ordered several major points near the wound to stop the bleeding, and then used female yellow to help him heal his injured body and restore his spirit.

After a few breaths, the masked nun had regained her consciousness, and Yue Ying tore off the black cloth covering her face, and it was a young woman who looked like a hundred and twenty-seven or eighteen, with a slightly more beautiful posture and a miserable and tired face.

Yue Ying looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but exclaim: "The lady who asks for her life is worried!" ”

The female cultivator was shocked at first, and then she smiled helplessly and bitterly, and said weakly: "I don't want to capsize in the gutter, if it is really good and evil will be rewarded in the end!" "Thinking about the countless murders in this life, it has already been full of evil, and the gods and Buddhas cannot be redeemed, and I don't realize that my eyes are closed, my face is calm, and I no longer speak.

Instead, Yue Ying looked at the thin-faced man fiercely, her eyes were full of self-evident vigilance, and she said in her heart: "Since this person is related to the felons wanted by the imperial court, he is definitely not a good person!" ”

The man with a thin face suddenly sighed when he saw the Tang Dynasty female cultivator revealing his comrade identity.

Soon, the swordsman escorted three other masked men slowly from the direction of the bank; Xiaoyaosheng and Yueying also escorted the two to meet them.

"These four people will be handed over to Fairy Yue and his brothers, this purple-clothed swordsman has another mission! Go first! He stopped the purple-clothed thief and turned away.

Yue Ying looked inexplicable.

Xiao Yaosheng was happy, and shouted at the back of the swordsman: "Brother Sword is at ease, what you need has been obtained!" ”

The swordsman paused and continued to move forward.

In the middle of the night, under the starry sky, in a deep alley of Chang'an City Street, there was a touch of loneliness, but there were also bursts of strong enthusiasm.