Now that the Hundred Losses Daoist is dead, the rest of the people are no longer afraid, and Chen Xiao has almost no good feelings for the characters in this mysterious organization, except for the Golden Wheel Dharma King—perhaps he can't kill Duan Yanqing at the moment.

At this time, the disciples of the Xingzhu Sect, who had originally become a neutral sect, saw the death of the Hundred Damaged Daoists, and immediately began to beat gongs and drums, and the chant was loud: "The Divine Son has deceived you all over the world with a little trick, and now that Daoist is dead, why don't you kneel down and surrender quickly!" "The god son has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, there is no ancient, no one will come after, today I will teach you evil pigs and dogs to see the methods of my League of Legends." "The young hero of the god is invincible, invincible, invincible, heroes and heroes from ancient and modern times, all of whom are invincible!"

Among them, there is no lack of shouts of "the old monster of the stars can bend and stretch, and next time I will come to the Central Plains".

Ding Chunqiu saw that the Hundred Losses Daoist was absorbed by the internal force and died, he knew that this sect had an extremely powerful internal skill, called "Northern Spiritual Skill", which could absorb other people's internal force for his own use. His own transformation skill** was transformed from the Northern Spiritual Skill, and when he saw it at this time, he immediately remembered this internal skill.

When he thought of this, his heart was flustered, where did he still have the courage to fight back, and in the call of the group of disciples "The old monster of the stars is not good", Ding Chunqiu shouted in a panic: "Hurry up!" Come on! ”

Wu Yazi said angrily: "Criminal, do you want to leave? Then he wanted Xuzhu to rush forward with him, and Ding Chunqiu died. He was attacked by Ding Chunqiu and paralyzed for more than 30 years, how can he endure this evil breath, that is to say, Ding Chunqiu must not be spared.

Xuzhu has gained nearly sixty years of skill from a hundred damaged Daoists, although he still doesn't understand it in his heart, but obviously his foot strength is more than twice as fast as before, and he chased within three zhang behind Ding Chunqiu almost between breaths, and Wuyazi's palms were shot out in unison, and Li Qiushui's cultivation of Baihong Palm Wuyazi naturally made the two palms go around to Ding Chunqiu's front from both sides, attacking Ding Chunqiu's face and chest vital points.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu was extremely embarrassed, he was originally extremely afraid of Wuyazi, and he didn't dare to do anything with Wuyazi again, and shouted loudly: "Spare your life!" Spare your life! He knew that the power of Bai Hong's palm without a cliff was unpredictable, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he rolled on a lazy donkey on the ground, and then got up and ran, and in a blink of an eye he was seven or eight feet away.

The Hundred Damage Daoist died, Ding Chunqiu fled, and Gu Mozhi Duan Yanqing Yu Canghai and others saw that they couldn't do anything, so they sold a flaw and planned to escape. Chen Xiao and the others naturally couldn't let them go easily, if this group of people died more, there would be a benefit, but they didn't want to chase Ding Chunqiu's expression suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he ran back with Xuzhu on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "There are a large number of masters approaching. "How profound his skills are, he can't be wrong when he says this.

The people who came couldn't tell whether they were friends or foes at the moment, Chen Xiao and the others looked at each other, and quickly gathered together, waiting to see who the person who came.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths, nearly fifty black-clothed people appeared from the surrounding forests, protecting Gu Mozhi and the others, and then the first person folded the fan and waved it lightly, and walked out slowly.

Chen Xiao saw that the person who came was a middle-aged scribe in his forties, with beautiful eyebrows, handsome and chic, and couldn't help but be puzzled in his heart, I don't know which evil master has this look, so he arched his hand first: "Please, I don't know what this senior has to say." ”

The middle-aged scribe hugged his fist at Chen Xiao with a smile on his face, and said: "Chen Shaoxia is invited, in Xia Xian Yutong, I brought people here today, I want to save a few friends, and I hope that Chen Shaoxia will make it convenient." ”

Although he said it politely, Chen Xiao only looked at the appearance of those black-clothed people, and knew that these people were at least quasi-first-class masters who were not weaker than Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu, and there may be some of them who have cultivated the pseudo-sunflower treasure book. If you really make a move, your side is afraid that the chances of winning are not great, even if you can barely win, it will be a heavy injury, and immediately said with a smile: "Ah, it's easy to say, it's a guest from afar, you can just take the dead away by the way, and save us the ...... cleaning."

Xian Yutong didn't say much nonsense, hugged his fist again, and said: "The green mountains don't change the green water for a long time, and he will see you in the rivers and lakes in the future." Then the man in black broke off, and Gu Mozhi and the others went down the mountain one after another.

Seeing that all the other party's personnel left, Chen Xiao let out a sigh.

King Jinlun said before that this organization is huge and huge, and now just looking at these people in black, King Jinlun's words are really not the slightest falsehood. Such a large group of quick-rise masters who don't know how many martial arts they have cultivated, although it is not a big problem to take out one alone, but such an appearance is dozens or hundreds, and then there are some speed-type players who cultivate the pseudo-sunflower treasure book - not to mention himself, even if he encounters it, he can only escape.

"It's difficult...... Chen Xiao patted his head and said worriedly: "There are too many quick masters in this organization, and I don't know how many there are besides what we saw today." Now Chen Xiao really understands why most of the world's martial arts are never passed on, once this thing spreads, it will immediately cause the master to be inferior to the dog, and the first-class will run all over the ground.

A single copy of the Nine Yin True Scripture and a Sunflower Treasure Book can have such a big consequence, and now it seems that it will not take two years for Huashan to discuss the four unique grades of the sword, but at least the characters like Li Mochou and Ouyang Ke, who are worse than them, will be everywhere.

Now it is a pure race against time, depending on which side develops more and faster.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it," Dongfang Yu stood beside Chen Xiao and comforted him softly: "We have a lot of powerful martial arts here. Slowly develop it. ”

Hehe, it's still Sister Yu who speaks so deeply that I have my heart! Chen Xiao took Dongfang Yu's hand, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "It's better to be Sister Yu." Sister Yu, did you miss me? ”

"Hmm." Dongfang Yu's face was slightly red, and he responded softly.

"How much do you miss me?" Chen Xiao smiled cheaply.

"You're a man." Dongfang Yu's face turned red, and he walked to the side to take Ah Bi's hand, and the two ignored Chen Xiao and whispered.

At this time, everything has finally settled, although Ding Chunqiu was not killed, but it is also a good thing to be able to kill a hundred Daoists. Su Xinghe and the others hurriedly came forward to recognize the Lord and return to the sect, Wu Yazi got down from Xuzhu, patted Xuzhu on the shoulder, and said, "Good boy, don't forget to practice the kung fu I taught you before." ”

Xuzhu has been alone since he was a child, and now some people really treat him as a junior, and his heart is naturally moved, but he has never said anything, and in the end he can only put his palms together and say: "Amitabha, the little monk remembers the teachings of his predecessors." ”