Ling Jing hid in the corner of the wall, blue light flashed in his eyes, and he had seen the situation in the room clearly.

I saw a woman standing in the middle of the house screaming loudly, her expression was terrible, but her eyes were full of mockery, and seven or eight strong men stood around the wall of the house, with solemn faces and ropes in their hands.

Ling Jing thought about it for a while, and knew that this woman and these people were all the way, and the purpose was naturally to lure the disciples of the Hengshan Sect to take the bait.

The Hengshan faction is a Buddhist sect, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and when she heard this woman call for help, she would naturally come to check.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for me to hear a few "dong dong dong" sounds in the courtyard, as if several people had fallen into the courtyard one after another, only to hear a woman shouting: "Who is committing murder here?" ”

Ling Jing heard clearly that it was the voice of Hengshan disciple Yiqing, this female disciple of Hengshan was no longer young, and her skills were not weak, and she already had two or three points of Hengshan's peerless swordsmanship.

He hid in the shadows and didn't rush to make a move, after all, the masters of the Songshan faction hadn't shown up yet, and if he appeared too early, he would inevitably startle the snake.

The door of the house was not closed, and as soon as the door was opened, seven women rushed in, and the first one was Yiqing.

These seven people all held long swords in their hands, and they came in in a hurry to save people. Suddenly, the woman who called for help raised her right hand, and a green cloth about four feet square trembled, and Yiqing and the other seven people immediately trembled, as if they were dizzy, turned around a few times, and immediately fell down.

Suddenly, I saw the men standing against the wall rushing up, taking out the rope, and tying up the hands and feet of Yiqing and the other seven people.

Several big men dragged the disciples of the Hengshan Sect to the corner of the wall, and did not kill them immediately, but closed the door slightly, revealing only a small gap, and then stood on both sides as before, waiting for the rabbit to rise.

Ling Jing saw that these female disciples of the Hengshan Sect did not have to worry about their lives for the time being, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, several real murderers who were secretly controlling the situation behind the scenes had not yet appeared, he didn't want to make a move in advance, but if these people really wanted to commit murder against the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, then they had no choice but to save people.

After a while, there was another noise outside, and a woman shouted, "Who is here?" ”

Ling Jing heard that this voice was the Yihe who had met him once in Hengshan City, and sighed in his heart, thinking: "This person's surname is impatient, and this time he must become a big zongzi." ”

I only heard Yihe shouting again: "Senior Sister Yiqing, are you here?" Then there was a bang, the door kicked open, and Yihe and the others entered in a row, side by side.

As soon as he stepped into the door, he opened his sword flower to protect the left and right sides to prevent the enemy from attacking from the shadows, but the seventh person retreated into the room, so that the sword protected the back road.

The people in the house held their breath until the seven of them entered the house together, and the woman unfurled the green cloth again, and charmed all seven of them.

Then another middle-aged nun led six people into the house, and was fascinated again, Ling Jing recognized it as a person who followed the old nun in Dingjing, and her martial arts were really not weak, but this medicine was also powerful.

The twenty-one female disciples of Hengshan before and after were all unconscious and tied up in the corner of the house......

After a while, an old man gestured a few times, and everyone quietly retreated through the back door.

Ling Jing saw that the opponents in the house were leaving one by one, and the footsteps gradually faded, so he jumped in from the window, but when he saw the disciples of the Hengshan Sect lying all over the place in the corner of the wall, he frowned slightly, and walked up to find Yihe.

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Ling Jing gently patted Yihe's two faces, but seeing that the other party didn't move, he didn't even move his eyelids, and secretly said that this drug is powerful.

He rolled his eyes and saw a teapot on a wooden table in the room, so he got up and walked over to pick up the teapot and touched it, and the tea was already cold.

Ling Jing walked back with the teapot, and the cold tea was poured on Yihe's face, which added a little coolness in this cold midnight, but the other party didn't even frown.

"Why aren't you awake?" Although Ling Jing had studied medical skills by Ping Yizhi's side for a period of time, he was still short and couldn't learn much at all, and he was a little helpless against this very powerful drug.

"This drug seems to be very powerful, so let's make a note of this place first." He guessed that the Songshan faction had arrested the group of disciples of the Hengshan faction first, but did not kill them directly, and it seemed that they wanted to threaten Master Jing with these disciples.

As for what he wants to threaten Master Dingjing, it is naturally self-evident, except for the matter of the Wuyue merger faction, is there anything else in the Hengshan faction that is worthy of such a big move by the Songshan faction.

One last glance at the Hengshan Sect disciples on the ground, Ling Jing jumped out of the window, lightly touched the opposite wall, and climbed onto the roof.

After hunching over for a moment, he had already seen the whereabouts of the old man in the previous room, and immediately followed behind the man.

In the middle of the line, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind in the front of the house, and he was busy on the ridge of the roof, and saw more than a dozen men gesturing to each other, lying down on the ridge of a big house, and his hiding place was only a few zhang away Ling Jing tried his best to suppress his breath to the minimum, after all, these people don't seem to be weak in martial arts, and now the distance between the two sides is so close, if one is not careful, wouldn't they have discovered their whereabouts.

After just stopping for a moment, I saw that Master Dingjing was leading three disciples to hurry here, according to the picture scanned by the system, one of the three disciples was Yilin, and the other was a little girl who had sent a letter to herself before.

He saw that Master Dingjing only brought three disciples and rushed to this side, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, Master Dingjing was too good at martial arts, and he could be regarded as a good hand among the masters of a generation on the rivers and lakes, if she had not left the "Nan'an Inn", these people from the Songshan faction might be afraid of her martial arts, but they would not dare to rush directly into the inn to take people.

But once she left there, wouldn't it be dangerous for the disciples who stayed in the inn?

The blue light in Ling Jing's eyes kept flickering, and the "Nan'an Inn" was already beyond the range of ten zhang from the place where he was now, and there was at least a dozen zhang away in the middle, and he couldn't figure out the situation over there.

But more than 20 people in the Hengshan Sect have been knocked down by drugs, so how many people can stay in the inn?

At this moment, I only heard the old man in front of me whisper: "Later, the old nun will come over, and the seven of you will be here to entangle her." The old man's voice was hoarse, his tone was strange, and his voice came to his ears with a very rough feeling.

Over there, Master Dingjing and his three disciples quickly ran to the nearest place, which was the small courtyard that Ling Jing had left before, but seeing that there was silence in the courtyard, there was neither light nor sound in the dark and dreary, Master Dingjing shouted too loudly: "Demon Sect demons, if there is a kind of demon, they will come out to fight to the death, pretending to be a god here, what kind of hero is a hero?" ”

After a moment's pause, no one in the courtyard answered, and kicked his flying leg at the gate of the courtyard. With a click, the latch of the door was broken, the gate bounced inward, and the courtyard was pitch black, and I didn't know if anyone was there. Master Dingjing rushed into the courtyard with his sword, but when he saw a row of dark houses, he didn't dare to break in rashly, and shouted: "Yihe, Yiqing, and Sister-in-law Yu, do you hear my voice?" ”

Her cry was heard far away, and after a few moments there was a slight echo in the distance, and the echo was silent again.

Master Dingjing turned back to Yilin and the three of them, "The three of you follow me closely and don't leave." ”

Carrying his sword, he ran around the row of houses, and without seeing the slightest abnormality, he went up to the house, stared around, and ran again. At that time, the breeze is not strong, the treetops are fixed, the cold moon is clear and the light is spread on the tile, this scene is just like the past in Heng Mountain at midnight when the moon came out to see the general, but in Heng Mountain is a quiet, at this moment it contains great mystery and murderous aura.

The Dingjing Master has a martial arts in space, but the enemy has never shown up, and he is really helpless.

Ling Jing saw the old nun Dingjing running around on the rooftop, the speed was extremely fast, but she never entered the room below, she sighed secretly, and thought to herself: "You only need to enter the house to find your disciple, how come this time is not as decisive as before?" ”

However, when Master Dingjing turned into the roof of the house in the west head, several black shadows suddenly jumped out from the base of a dark wall, and the gray cloth in his hand was raised, and Yi Lin and the other three fell to the ground softly.

It turned out that the three of Yilin were too weak to keep up with the speed of Master Dingjing, so they could only continue to stay in the courtyard.

Several black shadows dragged the bodies of Yi Lin and the three of them gently into the darkness, Master Dingjing was still unaware, but Ling Jing couldn't wait any longer.

He can not care about the people of the Hengshan faction at all, but Yilin must not have an accident.

He touched the peace charm on his waist, just to give such a small thing to himself, Yilin, a little girl, ran all the way from Hengshan to Huashan for thousands of miles, just to hand over this peace charm to herself.

Ling Jing's body retreated slightly, without alarming anyone, a few zhang away, the old man was still lying in ambush on both sides of the roof with more than a dozen men, waiting for Master Dingjing to approach.

Ling Jing didn't have time to pay attention to them, and after gently sweeping out a few feet, his speed gradually increased, passing through one dark corner after another, and slowly approaching the small courtyard before.

He expected that those black shadows would definitely drag Yi Lin and the others into the previous room again, and after coming to the outside of the wall, they were about to perform light skills and jump into the courtyard.

Caught off guard, there was a sharp and piercing "buzzing" sound behind him, and in the image scanned by the system, he saw that a few feet away behind him, a small flying needle almost turned into a streamer, and was shooting towards his vest.

"Who!" Ling Jing saw that this flying needle was coming too fast, so he immediately turned around and slid backwards, and the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" was even blocked in front of his chest, only to hear the sound of "clang", and the flying needle hit the scabbard.

He took two steps back sideways, hid in the darkness of the corner, paused, and then swept forward like a cheetah, and in the dark night, he "saw" a tall figure covered with a veil ten feet away, his right hand raised slightly, and he still maintained the posture of his hand. (To be continued.) )