~Boom~ A sound of swaying leaves came slowly from far and near, and Zhao Xianzong hurriedly put away his mind and jumped on a towering tree on the side.

Nei Li stared into the distance with his eyes, and saw a man with a sharp beak and a monkey cheek holding a woman in white under his armpit hurrying towards him. The body is elegant, and every time you move, you can go dozens of feet away with just a single tap of the branches and leaves.

Zhao Xianzong was busy hiding behind the dense branches and leaves, and he had already recognized that the person was Wei Yixiao. The woman in the armpit is Zhou Zhiruo, Wei Yixiao held Zhou Zhiruo hostage? How can this make him get his wish, how can an important chess piece he laid out, how can he die like this!

Although he has the ability to kill Wei Yixiao at the moment, his body is far inferior, if he can't kill him with one blow, Wei Yixiao will inevitably run away. But people can't help but save it! Putting away his breath, Zhao Xianzong hid it even more carefully.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo, who was held hostage by Wei Yixiao, was like ashes, and the name of Wei Yixiao, the blue-winged bat king, was well-known, and he was cut off from life when he fell into his hands. Rather than being sucked alive into a dried corpse and dying, it is better to let go and fight to the death.

As soon as she thought of this, Zhou Zhiruo mobilized the sealed internal force in her body and forcibly performed the gong according to the operation route of Jiuyang Gong with the intention of breaking through the sealed acupoints. Jiuyang Gong is Emei's unique internal strength method, which is derived from some of the scriptures that Guo Xiang memorized when he chanted the "Jiuyang Sutra" before Jueyuan's death. is walking the road of peace and moderation, and at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo's heart is even more surging.

~poof~ A mouthful of blood spit out, Zhou Zhiruo didn't care that he was still on the top of the tree, and struck Wei Yixiao in the abdomen with one palm. Wei Yixiao, who fled in a hurry, didn't think that this woman seemed to be weak, but her temperament was so strong, that she did not hesitate to forcibly use her skills to rush to the acupoint.

Unconsciously for a while, he was hit by a palm of Shengsheng, and his body fell from a high altitude under the unstable breath, and Zhou Zhiruo also fell.

Zhao Xianzong, who was not far away, didn't have time to make any more plans, Qinghong came out of the sheath, counted on the trunk of the tree with his toes, and went straight to Wei Yixiao, who was falling not far away, and shot out.

Zhou Zhiruo had already cultivated to be mediocre and rushed to the acupoint, so Wei Yixiao, who was falling, was not seriously injured, but only a little breath disorder. Suddenly sensing the bursts of killing intent coming from his side, he was shocked in his heart, and he flashed away with a movement of his vitality out of thin air.

Seeing that the blow missed, Zhao Xianzong put away his sword and retreated quickly, and hugged Zhou Zhiruo into his arms when she fell.

Zhou Zhiruo was already determined to live and die, and forcibly rushing to the acupoint was just for a quick death. Since falling from a high altitude, his eyes have been closed, and he suddenly noticed that he was hugged into his arms again, and he expected that it must be Na Wei smiled again, so he didn't want to shoot a palm towards Zhao Xianzong's chest, Zhao Xianzong was hit by a palm, and his expression was stunned. Then he pretended to be injured and forced out a mouthful of blood, but it didn't come out!

Wei Yixiao and Zhao Xianzong, who were standing on the top of the tree, looked at each other, and their expressions were uncertain.

This man's swordsmanship is awe-inspiring and his momentum is extraordinary. Cultivation is far above oneself, and it is hidden here, and it cannot be said that it is for oneself. He stood out from the encirclement, and the cold poison in his body was already faintly attacking. If you don't get the blood to alleviate it, I'm afraid you will die at any time.

At this point, Wei smiled without saying a word, looked at Zhao Xianzong deeply, and then used his body to sweep towards the outside of the dense forest.

Seeing Wei Yixiao fleeing, Zhao Xianzong pretended not to be able to suppress the injury, and a mouthful of blood spit out the white clothes around Zhou Zhiruo, who had fallen, were stained with blood.

I closed my eyes and waited for death for a long time, but I never saw the person holding me react. Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes with a little doubt, and what greeted her was a plump and handsome cheek, but at the moment it was as pale as snow, and there were traces of blood at the corners of her mouth.

"Ahh You.." If Zhou Zhi came back to her senses, she naturally knew that the palm she had just made was the main reason for Zhao Xianzong's injury. There are a lot of questions to be asked now, but there is also a time to know.

Suppressing the thousands of doubts in his heart, he hurriedly said, "You are injured, you hurry up and heal your wounds, this is the medicine to heal your wounds." Hurry up!"

Zhao Xianzong glanced at Zhou Zhiruo coldly, "It's okay, it's just to stir up old injuries, as long as you don't fight with others, it's fine, you should take this medicine yourself." ”

"Master Zhao, don't be reckless, this is my Emei healing elixir, you quickly take it and lower your breath for a while!" Zhou Zhiruo said anxiously.

"Shut up! If you talk again, I'll call Wei Yi back and suck your blood dry!" Zhao Xianzong looked extremely impatient, if it weren't for his own inability to really make a move, and because he had already planned, he really wanted to kill it in one fell swoop.

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned white when she heard this, and she muttered to herself, "Oh, Zhiruo knows, just stop talking." It's just that Sect Master Zhao, you and I are injured at the moment, why don't you leave here first, what if the Blue Winged Bat King comes back later?"

Although it was a whisper, it just happened to be heard by Zhao Xianzong, and he had to admire his daughter's exquisite heart.

"Help me up, find a cave to breathe for a while," Zhao Xianzong said coldly.

When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, he stepped forward to support Zhao Xianzong, and the two of them touched each other, and Zhou Zhiruo's face was slightly red. I don't know if it's related to my own injuries or some other reason.

Zhao Xianzong knows everything around him, and he naturally has a full view of his little daughter's posture. But that's all right, and if not, why move on to the follow-up.

The corners of his mouth concealed a hint of mockery, and in an instant, he regained his composure. Zhou Zhiruo, who lowered her head and supported Zhao Xianzong to walk slowly, didn't know anything about it.

After only a few moments, a deep mountain stream appeared in front of the two of them. The strange rocks on both sides stand and meander up to the sky, and there are mountain streams and clear springs slowly descending on it, which is a good scenery.

"How is the Zhao Sect Master here?" Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Xianzong's pale face and asked cautiously, through the words just now, it was obvious that Zhao Xianzong was cold and not good at talking.

"It's just healing, you can accommodate yourself, Miss Zhou, go back, now the Earth Temple is estimated to be settled" Zhao Xianzong's expression slowed slightly.

"How can that be? You came to my rescue, but I wounded you so badly. Now that you have limited mobility, how can I abandon it. Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and replied with a firm expression.

"Whatever you want!" Zhao Xianzong stopped answering, closed his eyes and began to carry the internal force to recuperate the injuries that had just been pulled out.

Seeing Zhao Xianzong close his eyes and ignore himself, Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes rippled with brilliance. The two met for the first time on the top of the Seven Evil Mountains, first they wanted to kill themselves, but in the end, they suddenly stopped and seriously injured themselves. Today he saved himself first, but he wounded him by mistake. Although it seems that he is cold to himself, the grace of not killing and saving each other cannot be faked.

In addition, Zhao Xianzong's deep martial arts, handsome spirit, and calm expression couldn't help but arouse Zhou Zhiruo's endless feelings.

Zhao Xianzong worked for several weeks, and after breathing well, he saw a picture of a beautiful woman making soup. A young girl in white clothes is holding a bamboo branch in one hand and slowly rotating in the stone pot in front of her.

The woman by the bonfire was dressed in a white Emei palace dress, but there was a little more dusty temperament in the elegance. The green silk like black jade is simply a flying fairy sideburns. A jasper hairpin is inserted horizontally on it, making the cloud-like hair more soft and moisturized. The beautiful eyes are full of brilliance, and there is a light smile between the red lips. A thin cyan belt is tied around her waist, which makes the willow waist that Ying Ying holds even more weak.

"Ahh Zhou Zhiruo inadvertently turned her head and saw Zhao Xianzong, who had already woken up, and hurriedly got up and said in surprise.

"Well, it's no big deal, how long has it been?" Zhao Xianzong nodded and replied.

"It's already night, you should be hungry too, right?" said he grabbed the ears of the stone pot and walked towards Zhao Xianzong.

Zhao Xianzong looked at the stone pot that was not too small and said, "Do you want me to eat with the pot?" After speaking, he looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

"No, it is. It's just that the conditions here are simple, and this stone pot was made by me with a lot of effort!" Zhou Zhiruo replied with a shy expression.

Zhao Xianzong said, "Then you go find some bamboo branches and make a pair of bamboo chopsticks, let's eat them."

"How can that work! Men and women don't kiss, even husband and wife don't have a reason to eat in the same bowl," Zhou Zhiruo's expression twisted, and the root of her neck was red.

Zhao Xianzong took the stone pot, picked up the bamboo chopstick, and ate it by himself, and tasted it well. Looking back, seeing that Zhou Zhiruo was still in that manner, he said, "The children of the rivers and lakes are not informal, if you are not hungry, you can endure it."