After hearing Zhao Yan's explanation, Ye Chen showed an expression of sudden realization.

Seeing Ye Chen, he understood that Zhao Yan's laughter was unscrupulous.

"Daoyou, let's just tie your hands, so that you can reduce some of the pain of flesh and skin."

Zhao Yan showed murderous intent in his eyes and said cruelly.

Ye Chen was not afraid, but asked with a smile: "It seems that Daoyou not only wants to make money, but also wants to kill him?" ”

Seeing the smile on Ye Chen's face, Zhao Yan's expression froze, and a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

Soon, though, a smile appeared on his face again.

Because he had used this drink several times before, and had never missed it, and no one had ever been able to resist the strange effects of this drink.

Zhao Yan nodded, "Since you came to this desert during this time period, you must have come for that ruin." ”

"We have the same purpose as Daoyou, except that the two of us don't have a jade plate and can't enter that ancient ruin, so we still hope to borrow the jade plate of Daoyou."

Ye Chen nodded, took out the jade plate, and held it in his hand.

He casually threw away the jade plaque and caught it.

"Fellow Daoists, please take care of yourself."

Zhao Yan looked at Ye Chen, who looked indifferent, he didn't know whether this Ye Chen was holding a big or pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Zhao Qing's brows furrowed slightly.

"It's a bit ...... stick"

There is still a wine jug on the bonfire, making a gurgling sound, which is exactly what Zhao Yan put on the bonfire.

The aroma of wine constantly wafts out of the flask and fills the surroundings.

Zhao Yan silently looked at Ye Chen in front of him.

"Are you wasting your time waiting for me to be dazzled by the smell of wine?"

Ye Chen smiled lightly and directly saw through Zhao Yan's purpose.

Zhao Yan's expression changed drastically, and now he could be sure that this Ye Chen was not stunned by the aroma of wine.

He was a little dazed in his heart, not knowing why the person in front of him was not affected by the smell of wine.

Ye Chen smiled, and then a cold color appeared on his face, "Now the two Daoists might as well be arrested?" ”

"Daoist friends are joking, I just made a joke with a few Daoists before."

Zhao Yan's face relaxed, and he tried his best to make his face more natural.

"We won't bother a few fellow Daoists, and we'll leave first."

As soon as they finished speaking, Zhao Yan and Zhao Qing turned around and left without hesitation.

"Humph!"

At this moment, Ye Chen let out a cold snort, and then said: "Come if you want, leave if you want, will I let you go?" ”

The cold business spread around, Zhao Yan and Zhao Qing were shocked, and a piercing murderous aura emanated from Ye Chen's body, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Zhao Yan turned around and pretended to stop, and at this moment, he suddenly crushed a bead.

A cloud of white gas instantly filled the surroundings, and the vision was blurred.

Ye Chen just heard the hurried footsteps and gradually left, he stayed quietly in place and did not immediately catch up.

Ye Chen waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind immediately blew away these white mists.

He looked at Li Ziyang and the three who fell to the ground.

The trio's breathing was steady and long.

Ye Chen was relieved to see that the three of them were just asleep.

He can ignore Li Ziyang and Li Zitian, but Li Ziming is a person with the blood of the ancient gods, and he is the key to unlocking the inheritance of the ancient gods, and he must not let him die.

Ye Chen waved his hand, and a cyan protective array appeared above the three of them.

Then, Ye Chen looked in the direction where Zhao Yan and the others fled.

A golden sword light shot up into the sky, and Ye Chen disappeared in place.

Zhao Yan and Zhao Qing fled in a hurry in the wilderness.

At this time, Zhao Yan's face was nervous, and beads of sweat continued to appear on his forehead.

At this time, he wished that he had grown eight legs to make himself a little faster.

Zhao Qing next to him was also full of anxiety, and he turned his head to look at Zhao Qing.

"Young master, what should I do, do you want to ask the family for help?"

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, with a look of regret on his face.

This time he came to this desert, and no one in his family knew about it, so he took only one servant with him.

I didn't expect to miss this time.

"Hurry up, send a message to the family, and let the family send someone to save me."

Zhao Yan's face was hideous, and his voice roared hoarsely.

Zhao Qing hurriedly nodded yes, and he immediately took out a token and crushed it.

"Ugh."

Zhao Yan let out a sigh, although the call for help had been sent, but his family was a little far away from this desert and could not come soon.

Zhao Yan looked behind him in horror, he thought that he would meet the group of people just now, but he never expected to meet a master.

At this moment, a golden sword light appeared in the sky behind Zhao Yan.

After seeing the sword light, Zhao Yan's face showed a look of panic, and he glanced at Zhao Qing next to him.

He said sternly, "You stop him here, don't let him continue the pursuit." ”

Zhao Qing hesitated, but soon his eyes became firm.

He stopped and nodded, he himself was a dead soldier beside Zhao Yan.

The Li family gave him countless resources to cultivate hard, and the only goal he gave him was to be able to exchange a life for Zhao Yan at a critical moment.

Zhao Qing turned his back to Zhao Yan who had fled, his eyes showed firmness, since he had cultivated, what he had been waiting for was this moment.

And Zhao Yan behind him didn't look back, and the speed under his feet increased again.

Zhao Qing saw a sword light descend from the sky and fall not far in front of him.

Ye Chen showed his figure, and he looked at Zhao Qing who was standing in front of him.

He whispered, "Did your master send you to death?" ”

Zhao Qing frowned, didn't say a word, and his right hand had already pulled out his blade.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen shook his head slightly, having nothing to say.

"Shoot, or you'll die worthless."

Ye Chen didn't care about Zhao Qing, who pulled out his weapon, and said with a senseless expression.

Zhao Qing's face was solemn, he already felt bad when he found out that Ye Chen was not stunned by the smell of wine, and he knew that he had met a master this time.

He sighed helplessly, he had been setting up others before, but he didn't expect to miss today.

And the price of this miss is naturally extremely heavy.

Zhao Qing's face froze, the long sword was already out of the sheath by a foot, and the mighty sword qi poured out from the scabbard.

The surroundings of the two of them were instantly filled with sword intent.

It's still night, but Zhao Qing's unsheathed one-foot sword body seems to be about to split this black curtain.

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth pulled out a little smile, and he said softly: "It's a little interesting." ”

"You've been cultivating this sword intent for decades, and if you want to pull your sword out of its sheath, you're really going to fall short."

Zhao Qing's eyes shook, he didn't expect the person in front of him to see his roots at a glance.

At this moment, he was like falling into an ice cellar, and he still had a glimmer of desire to survive before.

Now he understood that even if he pulled out all of these three-foot long swords today, it would be impossible for him to leave.