The fierce white mist did not touch the bodies of the five white-clothed people, but it was like a mighty wind, and it suddenly bombarded away, leaving a faint ripple in the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at this starting gesture with a knife in the air, Li Molan's eyes burst out with a gleam!

Haoran Dao, the most important thing is that Haoran righteousness, almost to the point of turning decay into magic, for Haoran Dao Li Molan will also, and the knife engraved on the bark is even more familiar with memorization, but this is only to master its shape.

Haoran knife, the most important thing is that Haoran righteousness, what is needed is a frank and heroic heart, Li Molan was not able to master this knife technique, because no matter how he practiced, including the starting style that shook the nine heavens, even if he practiced his hand to catch it, after all, there was still some essence missing in it, such as that kind of knife intent.

Li Molan knows the Haoran Sword, he can also use the sword instead of the sword, and use the thousand-year-old wooden sword to cast this Haoran Knife, and the effect is also very good, but it always makes him feel that something is missing.

For example, the kind of knife intent that goes deep into the bone marrow, the kind of heroic aura.

If you don't practice the knife hard for ten years, you can't really grasp its essence at all, and it is precisely because of this that Li Molan feels that the difference between herself and He Xingge's current knife is more than 108,000 miles.

If it is the dragon and elephant three styles, Li Molan has naturally mastered the essence, and even if it is the Hundred Grass Sword Gang and the Holy Maiden Sword Technique, he has the confidence to master it thoroughly, but this Haoran Sword ...... He didn't have that confidence.

He Xingge used the white mist as a knife, naturally he did not fully show the true power of shaking the nine heavens, but even so, it still made Li Molan, who was standing on the edge of the window sill on the second floor, feel terrible, that kind of grandeur...... It seems to burn out all the filthy hearts of demons.

Shaking the nine heavens with a shocking momentum, the momentum is like a swimming dragon, destroying the withering and decaying.

The five white-clothed people, including the small-eyed white-clothed man who clasped the proprietress on the shoulders with his hand, all felt an irresistible powerful force rushing towards them before they could respond.

In the face of this unstoppable knife intent, all the struggles were in vain, and the five white-clothed people vomited blood, just like the Jianghu guests who were sent flying by them before, they flew for more than ten meters at once, and finally hit the courtyard wall, directly hitting the cracks, and dust splashed everywhere.

The cultivation of the five of them is just the realm of enlightenment, and being able to immortalize under this kind of sword intent is completely the result of He Xingge's deliberate control.

Li Molan's eyes lit up and she exclaimed: "This kind of control ...... He is worthy of being the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain!"

The five evil-doered white-clothed cultivators vomited blood, but the proprietress of the Laifu Inn who was standing among the five people was unscathed, she only felt a gust of wind blowing in her face, making her unable to open her eyes, and when she looked around again, she found that those so-called immortal masters had vomited blood and fell to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

"Thank you Immortal Master for rescuing!" the proprietress showed a grateful look, hurriedly took three steps and made two steps, walked to the side of those seriously injured Jianghu guests, helped up a few who still had some spare strength, and then ran back to the inner courtyard, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find ointment or something.

He Xingge nodded in greeting, and then walked towards the five white-clothed people.

"You...... What do you want to do?" the small-eyed monk struggled to his feet from the ground.

The injury he received was not serious, but at this moment, he couldn't raise any fighting intent in his heart at all, so he just blindly showed a look of fear and retreated. With his way of thinking, he naturally thought that the second disciple of Qiu Mingshan, who had always been famous for punishing evil and promoting good, would definitely kill them.

After all, the five of them were just ordinary disciples from a small sect, how could they dare to resist in the face of a behemoth like Qiu Mingshan? What's more, reason is not on their side, no wonder they spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, in exchange for how they are Xingge, they will definitely strike ruthlessly.

He Xingge said: "It's not that I have to do it, I rarely want to hurt people, it's just that you have made me feel that there is no other way, so I made this decision." ”

"Are you going to kill us?" exclaimed a man in white, moving backwards, rather embarrassed.

They looked like they were in a mess now, as if they were those mortals who had been ravaged in their hands before, what was the difference between the so-called immortals and mortals at this moment?

He Xingge frowned and said: "What you have done is despicable, you don't have the proper character of cultivation at all, if you are a senior brother here, you will definitely choose to abolish your cultivation, so that you can feel the feeling of being reduced to an ordinary person." I am different from the elder brother, because I don't like to hurt people, and I will spare you once this time, but if you do such a bad act again, I will not let you go easily. ”

"Let's go...... Let's go!" the five white-clothed men hurriedly got up from the ground, and when they heard these words, they looked at each other in disbelief, and fled towards the outside of the Laifu Inn with a disgraced face, not even having the courage to look back.

"I have some medicine here for the treatment of trauma, but there are not many of them, so let's use them for people who are more seriously injured first. ”

After He Xingge waited for them to leave, he turned to look at the sturdy men who were still lying on the ground, and said gently, while taking out a small bottle from his arms.

The elixir in the vial naturally didn't know these people, but they also knew that it must be extremely precious and difficult to exchange, and they suddenly showed joy.

"Immortal Master Xie helped!" These men looked at the kind face of this second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, and the gratitude in their hearts was indescribable, and finally converged into this sentence.

More than 20 Chinese characters thanked in unison, neat and tacit, very imposing.

He Xingge smiled, and then suddenly raised his head as if he felt something.

He looked at a certain guest room on the second floor, the window of that room was wide open, as if because of the breeze, the window swayed from side to side, and he could see the home furnishings inside, but there was no one inside.

He Xingge frowned again.

......

......

When the five cultivators escaped from the Laifu Inn in embarrassment, Li Molan had already quietly left his room, and from the other side, he avoided everyone's eyes and came to the wild bamboo forest outside the inn.

Judging from today's performance, those five people may not be guilty of death, but in the eyes of this young man with a wooden sword, they have already committed a capital crime.

He wouldn't make a move in front of someone like how to wake up like a cultivator, because that would likely reveal his origins, and that would be a very dangerous thing.

So he chose to follow them away, and then judge them for their sins when they thought they had fled to a safe place, and there was no one around.

Li Molan promised that he would protect the mortals of Beihai for him, so these five people would never be able to leave alive.

He wanted to let the cultivators of the entire Beihai know that there was a price to be paid for insulting mortals.

These five people are just one of them.

Holding a thousand-year-old wooden sword, Li Molan walked through the wild bamboo forest, because the five white-clothed cultivators had been running on the official road, and the road was very wide, so they ran out of a thousand meters away at once, and it seemed that the shadow of the Fu Inn was gone, and it happened that there were no passers-by on the official road here, and it was also a good time to make a move.

There are dead leaves falling slowly on the left and right, like butterflies flying.

A young man walked with a sword in his hand.

On the official road, these five monks were sitting on the side of the road while gasping, their faces dusty. Their white clothes had also turned dirty earthy yellow, and their faces had some nosebleeds and other vermilion on their faces, which looked a little funny.

What they are talking about at the moment, even if they don't listen carefully, they know that it is nothing more than some angry abuse, as well as some fear, cruel words, etc., this kind of lines exclusive to villains can really be heard in the ears.

There are wild bamboo forests on both sides of the official road, although the bamboo in the bamboo forest is green, but there are a lot of bare, after all, it is late autumn, and it is normal to be like this. These wild bamboos occupied the mountains in this area a long, long time ago, I don't know how many springs and autumns come, there have been countless grudges and hatreds on the official road in the wild bamboo forest, and they don't agree with each other to draw their swords, but those victors, those losers, those heroic deeds, those accumulated white bones, will eventually disappear, only this wild bamboo forest exists so far, even the life and death of those cultivators, it has nothing to do with these green bamboos.

Not far from the official road, there was a young man holding a wooden sword, his eyes were calm, and he walked from the official road unscrupulously, without any scruples.

After all, it is late autumn, and naturally there are yellowish bamboo leaves falling.

Li Molan's arrival attracted the attention of the five cultivators.

At the beginning, the five of them were still like a great enemy, thinking that He Xingge was very hypocritical, saying that he was going to release them, but in fact he came to kill people. It wasn't until they saw that the visitor was just a teenager that they breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it is not a character like He Xingge, then other ordinary people are not afraid, not to mention that this young man is obviously not a cultivator.

The young man held the wooden sword and walked up to them, carefully examining the five people, as if a cold poisonous snake was looking at its prey.

"What are you looking at, little boy, get out of here!" scolded the little eyed monk who was in the most depressed mood, and by the way picked up a stone from the side of the road and smashed it into the boy's cheek.

Li Molan tilted her head, dodging this non-threatening attack, and looked at them calmly.

"Yo, the little rabbit cub will still hide? Do you hide another one for me to see?" missed the shot, and the other party was still an ordinary person, the small-eyed monk was in a worse mood, only to feel that his face was lost, and his tone was even worse, so he directly picked up another stone and threw it at the boy.

This time, he not only used all his strength, but even attached an aura to the palm of his hand, this smash is not trivial, if an ordinary boy is directly smashed in the head, it is possible to die on the spot.

Li Molan tilted her head again, her expression was indifferent, and she dodged the second attack lightly.

The stone fell far away in the wild bamboo forest, as if it was slapping the face.

"Hey, little brat, are you looking for death?" asked the small-eyed monk as he stood up, annoyed and angry, his ugly face revealing an even uglier look.

This evil appearance is really ugly.

Li Molan glanced at the other four cultivators who showed expressions of watching the play, and then raised his head and looked at the small-eyed monk who was taller than herself.

He said seriously: "No, no, no...... It is you who seek death. ”