"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm sober!" Zi Liuli was so angry that she couldn't do it.

Yuqiong was unmoved, and said indifferently: "Arrest that kid." ”

"Yes!"

The two female disciples next to him walked towards Ye Wenlong.

"Stop me!" Zi Liuli shouted, drawing her sword and rushing over, blocking the two female disciples.

"I said, he saved me, you are not qualified to arrest him!" Zi Liuli shouted, and at the same time kept urging Ye Wenlong: "Hurry up!"

"Senior Sister Liuli, he is a mortal, why do you want to help him?" one of the female disciples couldn't help it.

"Mortals aren't humans, he's right, he's right!" Zi Liuli said angrily.

Yuqiong's face gradually became gloomy.

"Liuli, since you insist on helping him, okay, let's not hurt him, just arrest him back and ask him and let him go, how about it?" Yuqiong said with a calm face.

"Impossible! Why did you arrest him, he was right!" Zi Liuli did not relent.

After asking for a while, she let it go, how could it be? She still doesn't know the temper of the Holy Maiden Sect, if it falls into their hands, she will have to shed her skin if she doesn't die.

Yuqiong's eyes narrowed.

"Sure enough, the poisoning is not shallow, Deacon Liu, knocked Liuli unconscious and brought it back, and asked Elder Xue to expel the poison for her. Yuqiong said indifferently.

"Yes!" the woman in purple next to her rushed forward.

"Don't come here, or I'll die for you!"

Zi Liuli put the sword across her neck, and was about to force her to die, but she saw that the purple-clothed deacon was quick-eyed, and a true qi shot out from his fingers and hit Zi Liuli's wrist accurately.

Zi Liuli screamed, and the long sword in his hand came out of his hand.

Deacon Liu rushed forward with an arrow step, and his palm knife cut at the back of Ziliuli, knocking her unconscious.

"Take her back. Yuqiong's face did not change color.

"Yes!" Deacon Liu put Zi Liuli behind his back, and two more female disciples came out, carrying Xiaoqing and Ye Wenxue, who were unconscious on the grass, and the three of them left.

Now, there are eight people left.

Ye Wenlong's gaze swept over the eight people, and he quickly calculated various escape methods in his heart.

In front of him are seven members of the Holy Maiden Sect, Yuqiong is a foundation building, and there are six people who are in the Qi Cultivation Realm, all of which are eight or nine layers of Qi training, and there is also a Foundation Building Sword Cultivation in the back.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, there seems to be no other fate than to be captured.

After Zi Liuli was brought back, two female disciples walked up to him, getting closer and closer.

Countless thoughts flashed through Ye Wenlong's mind.

Do you want to resist, let them be taken away, and let them fall?

Or draw your sword and fight to the death?

Ye Wenlong estimated that if he resisted, the probability of his escape was less than one percent, and if he did not resist, there might be a fifty percent probability that he would survive.

But is it possible to leave him in the hands of someone else?

Ye Wenlong has been a slave for three years, and he has had enough of that feeling of being imprisoned!

"If you are obedient to the mortal and the reverse is an immortal, you don't have the courage to fight to the death, how can you talk about cultivating immortals?"

"I, Ye Wenlong, will never compromise!" Ye Wenlong closed his eyes.

At the moment when the two female disciples on the opposite side approached, Ye Wenlong's hand was on the hilt of the sword.

The sword-bearing young man in the tree behind him suddenly frowned, and subconsciously shouted, "Retreat!"

"Choke!"

It's too late!

I saw a sword light condensed to the extreme, flashing in front of everyone's eyes, and I only felt a flower in front of me.

"Whew!"

Two heads flew up!

One sword, kill two!

Bright red blood spilled down, and before the two female disciples could react, they were in different places.

"What!"

Yuqiong was shocked.

The two female disciples who went up just now were both elite disciples of the eighth level of Qi training, this young man was just an ordinary martial artist, how could he not even catch a sword?

Ye Wenlong didn't fight, taking advantage of the other party's distraction, he didn't hesitate at his feet, turned around and flew into the distance.

"Want to escape?" Yuqiong was furious, stepped on the ground, and there was an explosion on the surface, and the whole person rushed out.

On the way to the person, Yuqiong volleyed out a true qi palm in the air and slapped it fiercely at Ye Wenlong.

"Die, thief!"

Ye Wenlong forcibly turned his body and wanted to dodge, but suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in front of him, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he hurriedly retreated.

"Choke!"

A sword mark appeared in front of him.

Seeing that Ye Wenlong dodged his sword, surprise flashed between Sun Jian's eyebrows, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the sword he had just made.

After avoiding a sword, Ye Wenlong could no longer dodge the True Qi palm behind him, and was directly imprinted on his back with a palm.

"Bang!"

Ye Wenlong's clothes were completely pierced, a big hole appeared in the clothes on his chest, and the word "slave" appeared on his chest, and immediately blood sprayed wildly, and he flew forward with his head up, and smashed his head into the bushes in front of him, scratching the ground and making a deep mark.

Ye Wenlong propped up the ground with both hands and wanted to stand up, but he was halfway up, but he fell down again and was unable to get up again.

"Sure enough...... Still failed?" Ye Wenlong spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his breath was sluggish.

Although it was a palm in the air, Yuqiong was a foundation building monk, and he was many times stronger than him, and he was hit hard with one palm.

If an ordinary innate martial artist was directly hit through the chest with a palm in the later stage, only Ye Wenlong's pure yang body could withstand it.

"Originally, I was going to arrest you back and search for your soul, if you did save Zi Liuli, I would let you go, but you dared to kill the people of my Holy Maiden Sect. ”

"In that case, I will first remove your limbs, beat you half to death, and then bring you back, and after searching for your soul, I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs. ”

Yuqiong's voice was indifferent, and she walked towards him step by step.

Ye Wenlong gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and slammed to the ground angrily.

"I'm not reconciled!" Ye Wenlong roared in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly felt a black thing burrow into his sleeve.

"Master?" Ye Wenlong's eyes widened.

At this time, an angry curse rang in his ears.

"Stinky boy, you're really going to get into trouble!"

Hearing the familiar scolding, Ye Wenlong froze, and burst into tears with excitement: "Master......"

Lin Hao was originally secretly observing, in the face of this situation, what choice would Ye Wenlong make, if he begged for mercy, he would not hesitate to turn around and leave.

Now, Ye Wenlong's performance makes him quite satisfied.

The most important thing in cultivating immortals is a firm Dao heart, Ye Wenlong is fighting to the death at the same time, but also retains his sanity and makes the most possible escape method, which is commendable.

"Relax and let me take control of your body!"

"Yes!"

Ye Wenlong no longer moved, and his mind was completely relaxed.

Lin Hao closed his eyes, his mind moved, and his divine consciousness contracted back, condensed in the sea of consciousness, and turned into an incomparably condensed point.

"Possessed by the Spirit!"

"Boom!"

Lin Hao's sea of knowledge swayed for a while, and the vast soul power poured into Ye Wenlong's sea of knowledge like substance, gradually spreading to Ye Wenlong's whole body.

Lin Hao's physical body lost consciousness.

Yuqiong walked behind Ye Wenlong, looked at the young man lying on the ground with contempt, and stepped on his arm.

"This kick, cut off your hand first!"

The female disciples of the Holy Maiden Sect in the distance all shook their heads helplessly, poor ants, ordinary people, dared to offend the Holy Maiden Sect, there was only one way to die.

Sun Jian was very unhappy, thinking that coming over could be of great help, so as to take the opportunity to make the Holy Maiden Sect owe him a favor, but he ran into an ant, and he didn't even have the qualifications to let him do it.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Wenlong would definitely die.

Suddenly!

Ye Wenlong grabbed the hilt of the Xingyue Sword beside him.

The next moment, a sword as bright as a galaxy roared up from below, cutting through the sky, Yuqiong's feet had just fallen halfway, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly retreated.

"Whew!"

"Ahh

Yuqiong retreated to a hundred meters away.

Everyone looked at it in shock, only to see a bright red sword mark on Yuqiong's leg, and blood flowed like a stream.

"What!" everyone present was shocked.

Innate martial artist, a sword injured the foundation building monk, how is this possible?

It's counterintuitive!

In front of everyone's eyes, "Ye Wenlong" stood up, the true qi in his body quickly followed a specific trajectory, and the sun essence of the dantian was fully activated.

"Ye Wenlong" opened his eyes, and the immature eyes were gone, replaced by a deep look with no waves in the ancient well, and the thunder flashed in his eyes, making people dare not look directly.

Then, a cold voice like a 10,000-year-old frost, accompanied by rolling killing intent, came out.

"Hurt my disciple, die!"