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Earlier, Ling Xiaoye had been disguised into the mafia bandits, and by mistake encountered Pan Chuchu's tricks, but in turn he was eaten by the two commanders, and in the end, it became a situation where Ling Xiaoye won.

Of course, there are coincidental elements in it, and it is not what he envisioned.

Now, after he had finished his transfiguration, he knew what his goal was, and he began to ponder what to do next.

The north wind is bleak, the snow is falling, and the outside of the green forest basin outside the plug is a scene that makes people feel bitterly cold.

Ling Xiaoye hid motionless behind the trunk of the tree, and after a while, he was covered in heavy snow.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there were a few breaths from the sky.

These breaths, some are calm and peaceful, and some are tight, Ling Xiaoye guessed that some of these people should have been caught by the lackeys of the Broken Yue Gate and were being escorted to the stronghold in the basin.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoye tapped the branch with his left foot, shook his body, and flew into the air.

The figure that suddenly appeared really startled the three lackeys of the Broken Yue Gate, and then stopped.

These three Ling Xiaoye had already probed the outline of their appearance in his mind, two of them were slightly thin, and the other was short and fat.

When he came to the three of them, Ling saw two middle-aged men and a fat young man in a gorgeous costume. Behind the two middle-aged men, there were two young warriors, who were in a coma at the moment.

The young fat man among the three had a look of surprise on his face, he stared at Ling Xiaoye, unable to say a word.

The other two middle-aged people, one of them floated forward, his face gloomy, almost as cold as the scene of this freezing sky, even the figure: "Get out of the way, don't mess around!"

Ling Xiaoye had already changed his appearance into a man in the prime of life at this time, he pretended to have a sad face, and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's okay, give those two teenagers back to me!

Hearing Ling Xiaoye's begging for mercy, the solemnity on the fat young man's face was relieved, and in just a few breaths, he showed a cruel smile: "Heh, you dare to come to stand in the way of this young master, and your courage is not small!"

"Less in charge, we shouldn't talk more nonsense with him, in my opinion, my senior brother and I will join forces to kill him and rush back to the stronghold as soon as possible. ”

The middle-aged man, who had not spoken, with a pinch of gray mustache, stared cautiously at Ling Xiaoye at the moment and said coldly.

"That's right, what the junior brother said is very right. Young master, this person suddenly appeared and scared you, let's not talk nonsense with him, let's kill him!"

"You two old guys, although you see that this man in the prime of life is not the person we want to arrest, but we have no reason to refuse this kind of good thing of throwing himself into the net!"

The young fat man found out at this moment that the aura emitted by Ling Xiaoye was just the Wheel of Life Realm, so he took it a little lightly and began to think about the little Jiujiu in his heart.

Ling Xiaoye also learned from the mouths of the lackeys of the Broken Yue Sect that every time these people caught a suitable martial artist monk and gave it to the Broken Yue Sect, they would be assessed according to the qualifications and physique of these captured people, and then according to the evaluation results, some corresponding rewards would be given to these lackeys.

The cultivation of these three people, Ling Xiaoye actually understands, but it is the strength of the middle stage of the Destiny Wheel Realm, and the martial arts monks who can be caught are basically pitiful, and they can be described as eating other people's leftovers and drinking other people's leftovers.

Therefore, many low-level Broken Yue Sect lackeys tend to act together and use their numerical superiority to capture a high-level martial artist. Either it is the idea of specifically fighting low-level martial artists, arresting a few more people, although these evaluation results are very low, and the remuneration is small, but it can't stand the large number, and the reward adds up to a lot, and in the end, it can be regarded as a big income.

The young fat man, as well as these two middle-aged men, obviously belong to the latter, and they have not participated in the operation of the large army, so there is only one possibility: they specifically target those low-level warriors and use the amount to win!

Judging from the aura of the unconscious young martial artists behind the two middle-aged men, Ling Xiaoye learned that these two unlucky young martial artists were the cultivators of the Soul Sea Realm.

After combining several facts and his guesses, Ling Xiaoye concluded that these three people were stragglers, and they could only catch one more person.

He waited so long just to wait for such some people.

Now the opportunity has come, and he's starting to stage his pre-programmed play.

"Three masters, I have hundreds of thousands of silver tickets here, as well as thousands of lower-grade spirit stones, and now I will give them all to you, I just ask you to let us go!"

Ling Xiaoye squeezed out a few tears and pretended to be a bit like it.

The young fat man didn't think much about it, so he said: "Haha, this Taoist friend, you have something to say!"

As he spoke, the fat man actually moved, don't look at this one hundred and fifty or sixty pounds bulky guy, he moved a little but not ambiguously, after five breaths, his figure came to Ling Xiaoye's back, holding a stick in his hand, and with a sharp wave, he knocked it towards Ling Xiaoye's head.

Ling Xiaoye didn't dodge or dodge, he was hit on the top of his head by this stick, and then he began to fall straight down, and a moment later, he fell on top of the snow!

Ling's body smashed the snow out of a deep pit, about a foot deep.

Before he fell into the snow, he had placed his main belongings in the Sumeru ring that Agula had given him, and then he hid the ring in his hair, and tied it firmly with a handful of hair.

Of course, out of the belt on his body, there was still a low-grade Qiankun bag, which contained seventy or eighty thousand taels of silver tickets, as well as two or three thousand low-grade spirit stones, and a few tattered weapons and a few rotten martial arts spell cheats on the outside.

Soon, the young fat man flew down and said, "Look at it, where is this Yuxu Empire still a martial artist, the Wheel of Life Realm cultivation, and he is still so unbeaten, he faints with a casual knock!"

The two middle-aged men were still in mid-air, and at this time, seeing that they knocked Ling Xiaoye unconscious as soon as they made a move, they immediately clapped their ass: "It's really amazing, I didn't expect the strength of the young head to be good during this time!"

"That's right, the young master is not only good at martial arts, but also full of luck!"

After the young fat man landed on Ling Xiaoye's side, he immediately smiled and said, "Nonsense, my natal weapon is a stick! Luck is not an ordinary stick!"

After saying this, the fat man's hand began to grope around Ling Xiaoye's body.