Su Moyu's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly quickened his pace, picking some rugged routes with covered overhead to move forward, and after seven turns and eight turns, he really got rid of the tracking temporarily.

But before he could catch his breath, he suddenly heard someone talking not far behind him: "Senior brother, that thief is so bold, isn't he afraid that the Lord of Yanyun Peak will be mad?" I heard that the Lord of Yanyun Peak is extremely fond of Senior Sister Jiang, if this matter reaches his ears, he will not be able to compensate for a few lives. ”

Another person sneered: "Just a handyman, how can you know the horror of the world of cultivating immortals, I have seen a lot of such brainless people." ”

The previous man continued: "I just hope that kid can be clever, don't let others catch him, it's better to fall into the hands of you and my senior brother, when the time comes, why don't we tie him up and give him to Senior Sister Jiang, how much face?"

The senior brother laughed a few times and said, "Yes, when the time comes, we can win the favor of Senior Sister Jiang, and it is best that the Lord of Yanyun Peak can also look at you and my senior brother differently, and pull us from the Yan Sword Flow to the Heavenly Sword Flow, and we don't have to look at other people's eyes all day long." ”

The junior brother also snickered, and then came: "Senior brother, you and I will look for it separately, so that the chance is better." ”

The senior brother said, "Okay!"

After speaking, the two footsteps went in different directions.

Su Moyu listened below, and said secretly in his heart: "I didn't expect that I would become a stepping stone for others to climb." ”

After waiting for a long time and confirming that the two were far away, Su Moyu slowly walked out from behind the rocks, and was about to continue walking to the remote part of the back mountain, when he heard a sneer: "I guessed that you should be nearby, and it was as I expected." ”

Su Moyu was startled, and when he looked at the speaker, he saw a young Taoist priest in a dark red Taoist robe holding a sword and looking at him with a sneer.

Su Moyu scolded secretly in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face and said, "This immortal master, what are you looking for me?"

The Taoist priest snorted and said, "What kind of garlic are you pretending?" Hurry up and kneel down for me, let me tie you up and give it to Senior Sister Jiang." ”

Su Moyu smiled bitterly: "Immortal Master, you see that we have no grievances in the long days and no enemies in the near future, why do you want to embarrass me as a miscellaneous servant?"

The little Taoist priest raised the sword in his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I will cut you if you talk nonsense!"

Su Moyu really stopped talking nonsense, and turned around and ran away.

The little Taoist priest behind him thought that he would monopolize the credit for capturing Su Moyu alive, so he didn't shout to greet the others, and chased down alone with his sword.

The two of them ran forward for a while, and Su Moyu suddenly found that the distance between the two of them had not narrowed, and there was even a tendency to gradually increase. At this time, an idea suddenly rose in his heart, and when he looked back, he saw that the little Taoist priest had a very tender face, and he was clearly fourteen or fifteen years old, and his running movements were very clumsy, and he couldn't stop panting all the way here, and his face was covered with sweat.

"Could it be that this little Taoist's cultivation is not as good as mine?" Su Moyu thought so, suddenly stopped, and said loudly: "I don't know what kind of first-class master the immortal master is?"

Seeing that Su Moyu suddenly stopped, the little Taoist priest also stopped, bent over and gasped for a long time and said, "Yan ...... Sword Flow, De Ying!"

Su Moyu deliberately shook his head slightly and said, "Why haven't you heard of it before?"

The little Taoist priest said with a look of disdain: "Poor Dao only went up the mountain to learn art this spring, so naturally you haven't heard of it." ”

Su Moyu was at this time relieved, and his feelings were a novice.

He smiled, walked slowly towards the little Taoist, and said as he walked: "Little Immortal Master, I see that you still don't chase me anymore, this mountain road is steep, what do you say if you can't stand on your feet and fall?"

A wave of anger suddenly appeared on Deying's face and said, "You dare to underestimate me?"

Su Moyu hurriedly shook his head and said, "Don't dare, don't dare, it's just for the sake of you, Immortal Master." ”

At this time, the distance between the two was already very close, and the little Taoist priest clenched the sword in his hand and shouted: "Look for death!"

As he spoke, he kicked his feet, and the whole person swept up against the mountain.

Su Moyu squinted at his movements, and said secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, the speed is not fast!"

Thinking like this, he didn't dare to be vague under his feet, and flashed to the side, avoiding Deying's sword blade, and then turned behind the little Taoist priest and said, "Immortal Chief, be careful!"

Deying never expected that this handyman would have such skills, and in a hurry, his feet were unstable, and he tripped over a tree root protruding from the ground.

Su Moyu saw it clearly, where would he give up such a good opportunity, stepped forward and pressed his shoulder with his right elbow, and grabbed the sword in his hand with his left hand.

After Deying was suddenly attacked, he was obviously a little flustered, he tried to shake off Su Moyu on his back, but after two efforts, he found that he couldn't shake it at all, and at this moment, Su Moyu's hand was already pinched on the hilt of his sword, and after the two fought several times, the sword was also snatched by Su Moyu.

"Give it back to me?" Deying was still young after all, and he was a little anxious when he suddenly encountered this kind of thing, and his eyes began to redden.

Su Moyu frowned after snatching his saber, let go of his elbow after listening to the crying voice, and then kicked out of his ass fiercely, directly kicking Deying into a dog shit.

"If you haven't weaned the goods, don't learn to be tricky, cry if you can't beat them, are you still an old man?" Su Moyu said, weighing the sword in his hand, the weight was just right, and said, "It's mine!"

As he spoke, the meteor strode towards the back mountain.

At this time, Deying, who was lying on the ground, burst into tears, crying and shouting: "Senior brother...... Senior Brother ......"

After shouting a few times, an older Taoist priest came out of the mountain forest, saw Deying sitting on the dirt slope frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Deying wiped her tears and said, "That handyman snatched my sword away." ”

The senior brother was stunned for a moment, and then snorted: "Unproductive goods, which direction did he go?"

Deying pointed with his hand and said, "Senior brother, he is very powerful." ”

His senior brother snorted coldly: "What a fart, just a stinky handyman, wait for me here, watch me catch him back for you!"

After he finished speaking, there was wind under his feet, and he chased all the way in the direction of Su Moyu's escape, and soon saw Su Moyu's figure under an old tree, and shouted loudly from afar: "Kid Hugh!" After speaking, he reached out and took off the sword from behind his back, and flew the sword out in the direction of Su Moyu.

This is the starting style of the imperial sword technique, and it stands to reason that it cannot be used against the enemy, but he really can't afford to look down on Su Moyu, so he plans to use this trick to deter the other party.

Su Moyu turned his head sharply and was indeed startled when he saw the flying sword, but then he found that this sword didn't seem to have much strength, and he backhanded the sword he snatched in front of him, and after the two swords intersected, he heard a sound, and the flying sword was directly collapsed by him.

The senior brother frowned, rose up a little under his feet, took back the sword that flew out upside down, and stared at Su Moyu with an indifferent face when he landed again: "The kid has two hits!"

Su Moyu raised his eyebrows a little embarrassed and said, "Who are you?"

The man sneered, "Yan Jian Liudening!"

Su Moyu nodded and said, "It's with that little crying bag, right?"

De Ning sneered again: "Don't confuse me with him, I am the elite among the three generations of disciples of Yan Jianliu, believe it or not, if I crush you to death, it will be like crushing a bedbug, if you know each other, quickly put down your weapons and surrender, and you can suffer less crimes." ”

Su Moyu sighed and said, "What kind of grudge do you say I have with you?" Why do you have to chase me?"

Dening snorted: "Kid Hugh has to quibble, watch me take your life!"

After saying that, he will come with a sword.

Su Moyu couldn't, so he had to raise his sword to meet him, and as soon as the two swords touched, Su Moyu found that the two swords were glued together at once, and they couldn't be separated for a while.

This is one of the basic subtraction methods of the Yan Sword Flow, and it is a sword technique specially used to lock the opponent's weapon. De Ning thinks that the other party is just a miscellaneous servant with empty brute strength, once he is entangled by his own sticky words, he can rush the aura in his body into the opponent's meridians through the two swords, and at that time, even if the opponent's brute strength is strong, it will be useless. But when he released the aura through the two swords, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no trace at all, Su Moyu was still frowning and holding the sword, and there was no sign of being attacked at all.

"After being attacked by my spiritual energy, he was still unharmed, how is this possible? Could it be that his cultivation as a miscellaneous servant is even more solid than mine?" De Ning's face changed again and again, and he crossed a few powerful flame sword flow auras before and after.

Su Moyu over there just frowned and said, "Why does it seem to be a little hot?"

Dening opened his mouth and asked astringently, "It's just a little hot?"

Su Moyu thought about it seriously and said, "It's still a little itchy." ”

Dening seemed to have suffered a great blow, and his face distorted and said: "Boy, you are less reckless, I know that you are about to be unable to hold on, you admit defeat!"

Su Moyu frowned and said, "Admit defeat, you're big!" As he spoke, he pulled the sword back with all his might, and pulled De Ning to a stumbling position, and then raised his foot and kicked him under his crotch, and De Ning fell to the ground with a scream, holding his crotch with both hands and rolling in place.

Su Moyu also held Dening's sword in his hand, and after looking up and down, he found that it felt better than Deying's sword, so he said, "This is also mine." ”