The doctor pushed the box behind him and took a breath, as if he was old and moved forward with a heavy load, and he was a little powerless.

However, neither the swordsman nor the man in white had the slightest intention of helping, but the doctor could not die, but the cultivation was the highest among several people, and even he was under pressure on his back, who had nothing to do to toss himself.

"Old man, what's the matter with the man and the bamboo pole?"

I haven't seen the two come back for a long time, and Bai Yi couldn't help but turn on the chatter mode, if it weren't for a man arguing with Bai Yi along the way, Bai Yi would have to suffocate to death.

The doctor pushed the box on his back again, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to move forward.

"It's coming!"

The swordsman said coldly.

Bai Yi turned his head to look back, his face was suddenly shocked, his mouth opened involuntarily, and he couldn't close it for a while, "This, this man, what did you eat?"

Before Bai Yi finished speaking, a strong wind blew on Bai Yi's face, and a few weed blades that were rolled up rolled into Bai Yi's mouth.

Before Bai Yi could react, a thin black shadow flashed, bringing a strong wind again, mixed with some branches at the ends, and a few leaves on the end branches.

At this moment, the white clothes were pale, and the weeds in their mouths were kicked out by the anger that erupted from their mouths, but unfortunately, even the white clothes with seven holes of smoke still couldn't kick the branches stuck in the bun.

"Man! Bamboo pole! Lao Tzu is not finished with you!"

A strong wind spread around the white clothes, and a white cloth hunted and hunted, and the hair bun that was originally tied with green silk spread out, and the three thousand green silk demons danced wildly.

"Hey, hey!"

The doctor raised his head and smiled, and the next moment, he appeared thirty meters away, and in the blink of an eye, it was a hundred meters away.

The swordsman looked at the angry white cloth, ignored it, wrapped his hands around the love knife, disappeared in place, and rushed in the direction of the three of them.

"You, and you!"

Bai Yi stretched out his fingers towards the doctor immortal and the swordsman, but Bai Yi's mood eased down, and the green silk was also quietly approved, shoulder-to-shoulder, extremely smooth.

The white-clothed pan sat down, a pair of eyes staring into the distance, but under the calm, it was like the turbulence under the river.

"I'm here to see, that thing that doesn't dare to touch me!"

The man in white said angrily in his heart.

As the descendant of the younger generation of the Feng family, Feng Biqing naturally has his own arrogance, and this time he stooped down to follow a few loose cultivators, not for the treasure map in the hands of the doctor immortal, to be precise, the things in the treasure map.

After a long time, a figure appeared in the distance, and three appeared in Feng Biqing's sight, which made Feng Biqing a little surprised.

Not only is the person who came not good, but also the strength is not simple, just that momentum is killing intent, and Bi Qing can clearly feel the wind a few hundred meters away.

"Which guard?"

Feng Biqing secretly guessed in his heart.

However, speculation is speculation, Feng Biqing has no intention of letting go of the three, the things in the treasure map, Feng Biqing has already made up his mind in his heart, and no one is allowed to touch it.

The most important point is that Feng Biqing thinks that the secret guard is a domestic hunting dog, even if he blatantly slaughters this secret guard, no family dares to stand up for revenge.

"Hmph, even if you're from the Core Domain, no one cares if you're alive or dead!"

Feng Biqing smiled coldly, and the folding fan in his hand didn't know when it had turned into a sharp sword.

The three-foot green edge, the cold light was shining, and a wisp of red silk hung down from the hilt of the sword, fluttering with the breeze.

The posture of the wind is clear, and the three are naturally clear, although the man in front of him is not ordinary, but the three have no time to spend here.

The distance between Tianchu and Yu San was slowly widening, and there was a roadblock in front of him, which was called how to answer San.

"September Knife Technique!"

The three directly used the strongest move, which is also the practice specially cultivated by the Nine Glass Secret Guard-the September Sword Method, which is also the right to practice only the descendants of the Nine Families.

As for why third-class people can cultivate, it is because they already belong to Jiuli's exclusive finances.

"Nine secret guards? What about a dead dog!"

From the starting style of three, Feng Biqing can see that three belong to the nine families, although it is a practice of the lineage, but it is not the kind of secret transmission.

"Forget it, let's do it quickly!"

Seeing San's crimson eyes, Feng Biqing suddenly lost the idea of playing with San.

"Wind Clear!"

Feng Biqing's right hand disappeared, and then he raised it, and he conjured up a burst of phantoms, but from the naked eye, it felt like all of them were real.

If San's brain is still awake and sees Feng Biqing's right hand starting, San will immediately retreat, after all, he is undoubtedly challenging the authority of the Nine Families, and it is easy to cause friction between the two families, and it will undoubtedly be Three who will die at that time.

It's a pity that the three are now completely occupied by hatred and anger, and they went to the seven brothers of life and death at once, which is called how to accept the three.

"Die!"

The three roared angrily, and the short knife in his hand turned into three, like three crescent moons, and went straight to the wind.

"One March, a little ability!"

Feng Bi opened his mouth coldly, and Zuo didn't know when he began to sway, leaving a phantom shadow.

His hands were crossed left and right, up and down, and he conjured into a cross, and then it seemed to spin again, faster and faster.

It seems to be a slow movement, but it is completed in an extreme time, and it is so clear, it seems to be like a slow-motion shot.

"Clumsy!"

Before the wind cleared his words, the phantom shadows were like a blooming lotus flower, and the petals fell one by one, seemingly very random, but there seemed to be some kind of traction in the dark, and each piece fell on San's chest.

The petals fell on San's chest, and San seemed to be frozen, but the short knife in his hand was not March, but an ordinary short knife, and the original crimson eyes were even more terrifying, completely two blood beads, slightly protruding outward.

"Nine Leaf Lotus, you just took two petals!"

Feng Biqing seems to be a little dissatisfied with his simple solution to a solid powerhouse, not that he is not strong enough, but that his opponent is too weak.

As the leader of the younger generation of the Feng family, Feng Biqing also opened his own spell - Nine Leaf Lotus, coupled with Feng Biqing's own wisdom, combined with the Feng Qing palm of the nine families, Feng Biqing integrated his own spells into it and became his own unique attack skill.

After a little searching, Feng Biqing re-tied his hair bun, folded it in his hand and shook it gently, so chic, but the three lying at his feet looked a little nondescript.

"Huh!"

Feng Biqing inadvertently prejudiced a tattoo behind San's earlobe, a delicate 'glass', revealing San's identity.

"Sister Li, I'm sorry!"

The next moment, Feng Biqing was already a hundred meters away, leaving the lonely words just now, which dissipated in this world with the three.