A chilling murderous aura enveloped the road ahead.

Looking at the nearly a dozen cultivators scattered in the dim mountain forest, Guichen's eyes widened.

Although he had heard from Ying Baoyue's words before, that there might be other cultivators cutting off their beards halfway, he was also mentally prepared for a fierce battle.

But he never imagined that the cultivators of Southern Chu and Northern Wei would actually join forces to deal with her.

What is it all for?

Guichen clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly, his estimation of the cultivator's rank was still inaccurate, the only thing he could confirm was that everyone was higher than him. In addition to the cultivators, what made his scalp tingle even more was the crossbow in the hands of some lower-level cultivators.

These cultivators were scattered far away, and the entire encirclement line was like a huge net, completely encircling the two of them alone.

Guichen now knew why they couldn't completely avoid these people in the vast forest, because it wasn't an ordinary siege at all.

There are too many of them, and once they pull away, the range that can be blocked is too wide. If one spots them, they will immediately report to the others, not to mention weapons such as crossbows.

It was a man at the edge of the fence who spotted him and forced them to stop with an arrow, and the others surrounded him.

But he was the one who shot the arrow, but he was not the one who defended it.

Guichen looked at the girl who stood quietly in front of him, facing the two strong men of Northern Wei and Southern Chu in front of him.

This is a carefully designed net for this woman.

It's also an unexpected network.

Guichen gritted his teeth.

No one could have imagined that the Northern Wei and Southern Chu people, who had always been rivals to each other in the early canons of the past dynasties, would actually join forces.

Just to target a young girl.

"Shouldn't I be honored by so many people?" And at this moment, the girl in front of him finally spoke again.

"Master Ye, I haven't seen her for a few days," Ying Baoyue swept around the other cultivators around her who were waiting for her, and looked at the one with the more familiar face among the two standing in the middle.

Although she and this face have seen each other every day in the battle of everyone these days, such a one-on-one confrontation is still a bit long gone.

Last time, it was at the banquet under the grass.

Ying Baoyue looked at Ye Siyuan, who was standing beside the Northern Wei people not far away.

Ye Siyuan is still the same Ye Siyuan, but I don't know if he is uncomfortable standing beside the Northern Wei people, and his expression is a little anxious.

Hearing Ying Baoyue's words, he didn't answer, just stared at her gloomily.

"Hand it over...... What do you want me to pay? Ying Baoyue's expression also cooled down, and she looked at him and asked lightly.

"Don't pretend, Princess Qianqin," but at this moment, a high-nosed and deep-eyed young man beside Ye Siyuan sneered, looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "Her Royal Highness the princess is in such a hurry, presumably she has gained something in the forest." ”

The young man squinted at her with slightly blue eyes, "You have schisandra in your hand." ”

As soon as the three words "Schisandra chinensis" came out, the expressions of the cultivators in the field changed, and the cultivators around them, regardless of the Southern Chu and Northern Wei people, flashed a trace of coveting in their eyes, and they clenched the hilt of the sword at their waists.

A chill ran on Guichen's back, and his vigilance was raised to the limit, but Ying Baoyue just quietly looked at the young man beside Ye Siyuan when he heard this.

Although she had a relationship in the search shed before, she only remembered a face and was not interested in looking at him carefully. But I didn't expect that after the conflict in the search shed, they would meet again so soon.

The big disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion, Helan Cheng.

However, she knew very well that although this Helan Cheng claimed to be a big disciple, he should only be a slightly higher status among the disciples brought out by the Beihan Pavilion this time.

In the early days of the establishment of the Beihan Pavilion, the Jixia School Palace was imitated everywhere, including the senior brother system of the School Palace. Cultivators will get out of the ordinary battle after advancing to the fifth level, and whether it is a big disciple or a senior brother, it is only a cultivator at the primary stage, and once he becomes a real powerhouse, he will step down.

For example, Ji Jiashu was the senior brother of the Lei Academy at the beginning, but after he became a rank five, he quickly gave up that position.

And the status of this senior disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion should be similar to Ye Siyuan, a certain senior brother of the Fire Academy on his side.

But that's not why the two of them got together.

Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the tall young man in front of her. said that he was a young man, but Helan Cheng, who was standing next to Ye Siyuan, was a head taller than Ye Siyuan.

Sure enough, there is a gap when there is a comparison...... Ying hugged the moon and said.

Although she knew from the information she had seen at the beginning that these two people were of the same age, but just standing together, just looking at their appearance, He Lancheng looked far older than Ye Siyuan.

This person's figure is the standard burly of the Northern Wei Dynasty, with a high nose and deep eyes, and his pupils are also slightly blue, although he is not yet twenty years old, he is more like a big man than a teenager.

Ying Baoyue stared at Helan Cheng's eyes, and for some reason the color of his eyes made her a little familiar.

But after thinking about it, she suppressed some speculations in her heart, after all, the pupil color that was different from that of the Central Plains was not unique to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The Northern Wei Dynasty, the Later Liao Dynasty and the Western Rong Dynasty were all countries with nomadic blood, among which the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Later Liao Dynasty had gradually integrated and faded the alien characteristics through intermarriage with the Central Plains people over the years, and these fusion characteristics could be seen in Helan Cheng's body.

As for the Xirong fusion outside the Great Wall, there are fewer characteristics, and the Liao people after the Northern Wei Dynasty are different, and generally speaking, they are more recognizable.

Compared with the previous Meng poems, Helan Cheng is a standard Northern Wei Dynasty person in appearance.

Just standing there, it's oppressive.

Standing with Ye Siyuan, you can see at a glance the difference between the two backgrounds.

Ying Baoyue narrowed her eyes.

Although Ye Siyuan had clashed with her many times a long time ago, the leader of this roadblock was obviously not him.

"Schisandra?" Under Helan Cheng's staring gaze, Ying Baoyue looked at her palm, "I really want to pick it, but this medicine is too difficult to pick, so I can't find it and have to return in vain." ”

"Get out of the way," she said lightly, spreading her hands, "I don't have what you want." ”

Looking at the girl who was still calm in the face of countless feather arrows pointing at her, Helan Cheng frowned.

Naturally, he didn't believe this woman's nonsense, but it was the first time he had dealt with this woman. Because what he is good at is poisoning, not fighting, he has been staying in the back position in the previous public war, and there are many people in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he hasn't even looked at her face much.

Although there are some outrageous rumors outside, it is the former Qin stepson who supports this woman in the battle, and she can get to that position. Now that she is finally alone in the individual battle, a weak woman should be obediently intimidated a few times.

It was naturally not difficult to clean up this woman, but when he took over this errand, someone specially instructed him not to make too much movement, at least not to let Nan Chu Chunhuajun outside perceive the true yuan breath.

That's when he came up with the idea of using a crossbow arrow.

But Helan Cheng couldn't understand, in the face of so many sharp arrows, how could such a little girl act like she didn't see it?

But before in the dim forest, it was just a photo, and this woman called out his and Ye Siyuan's names, which made him a little angry when he wanted to hide his identity.

At this time, looking at the clear eyes of the girl opposite, this anger burned even more fiercely.

Was it a bluff, or did he think he wouldn't dare kill her at all?

But at this moment, looking at the lowly young man behind Ying Baoyue, the corner of Helan Cheng's mouth suddenly showed a smug smile.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I advise you to tell the truth obediently." He looked at Ying Baoyue and stretched his voice, "Don't you want the life of that kid behind you?" ”

Guichen was shocked when he heard this, and at this moment, a sharp pain jumped from his left arm to all his limbs, he coughed violently, clenched the clothes on his chest, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Return!" Ying Baoyue turned to look at Guichen, whose face was blue, and her pupils shrank when she saw the wound on his right arm that was grazed by a crossbow arrow.

The arrow just now was clearly dodged, only scratching a trace of oily skin, and it would never be injured like this, unless......

Ying Baoyue looked back at the tall boy not far away, and questioned.

"You actually hide drugs?!"