On this side is a scene of joy.

On the other side of the pear orchard, as soon as they entered the dense forest within the pear orchard range, three teenagers rode forward quickly. Grasping the reins with one hand, he kept waving his whip with the other to shake off the jagged branches that stretched out indiscriminately.

The three young years are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and their appearance is extraordinary.

The young man who started the head, about twelve years old, was wearing a dark riding costume, with a blue dragon jade pendant hanging from his waist, revealing a bright green light, the young man's facial features were exquisite, three-dimensional like a knife, as if he was a fairy coming to the world, and his face that had not yet grown was indisputable. The horse under him was pitch black, with only a handful of white hair on his forehead.

Behind him was a teenager of about twelve, with a smiling baby face, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. The young man was dressed in a black tight-fitting riding suit, and he was dressed in the dust.

The last boy was a little older, weak-crowned, handsome, wearing black guard clothes, and a two-foot-long black iron sword hanging from his waist, emitting a faint cold light.

The grass not far away was slightly swaying, and I didn't look closely, I just thought it was the wind blowing.

As soon as the three teenagers approached on horseback, more than thirty masked men wearing black tight-fitting people rose into the air, shook off the weeds covered on their bodies, and came straight to the young man, the sharp blades in their hands reflecting a faint blue light.

"Phew!"

The baby-faced boy whipped away the nearest man in black. shouted: "Presumptuous, who sent you".

The black man behind didn't stop for a moment, and slashed straight at the boy.

The young man in black glanced coldly at the man in black, drew the soft sword at his waist, and neatly cut off the arm of a black man, as if he had been trained in every way to deal with such a situation. Then, he dismounted and headed around the baby-faced boy.

"Damn", the baby-faced boy shouted at the young man in Xuanyi, "Ah Li, how can there be an assassin". Babyface swung his horsewhip and whipped at the surrounding assassins.

The weak-crowned young man at the back was very skilled, not to mention the fact that he wiped out the Xuantie Sword and easily killed the two assassins. "Master, young master Jing Xiu, be careful, the sword is poisonous!"

Although many of the Assassins in front fell, the latter continued to besiege them, as if they did not hesitate or be afraid.

"Ah Li, it's a dead man, who is it that looks down on us so much." The baby-faced is obviously weak in martial arts, and the other two are weak, even if they are protected by a young man in Xuanyi, they are gradually exhausted.

The Assassins had apparently undergone special training, and the fighting continued, with only a few Assassins left and the teenagers exhausted. An assassin who takes the opportunity to sneak up on the babyface from behind.

"Respectfully, be careful." The young man in Xuanyi said the first sentence so far. The sound is clear, like the first melting of ice and snow, like a spring breeze. It's just that it's too late to appreciate such a scene.

The young man in the dark clothes jumped forward and came behind the baby-faced boy, and the soft sword blocked the sword of the sneak assassin, and stabbed at the other assassin.

"Ah", unfortunately, I didn't notice it for a while, and the young man in Xuanyi was stabbed in the arm.

The young man in Xuanyi pursed his lips and said to the guard boy: "Mobei, a quick battle."

"Yes, master." The weak-crowned boy quickened the movement of his hand.

Less leaning, a dead body lying on the ground.

"Buddhism is the key point, Mobei, buried." The young man in Xuanyi shook his body. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and ate it, and took out another small bottle, poured out the white powder and poured it on the wound, and a stream of black blood gushed out from the wound until it was red. Calmly rinse off the dirty blood with the water in the water bladder, pour gold sore medicine, and tear off the soft undershirt to bandage the wound. The action is done in one go, as if it has been done countless times.

"Ah Li, your arm." The baby-faced boy said curtly.

The young man in the dark clothes glanced at the baby face faintly.

"Well, I'm going to help Mobei...... Mobei, wait for me, let's hurry up together. ”

After packing up, the boys got back on their horses and continued towards Fushan Temple.