There are some things that Xiao Yu is not easy to do, so Qiu Ye took the initiative to be this villain. In addition to specializing in cultivation on weekdays, these twelve gray-robed Taoists are engaged in killing, which is no different from the secret guard and internal guard, so it is not the dress of ordinary Dao disciples, these twelve gray-robed Taoists not only did not carry swords, but carried various Qimen magic weapons, and some even carried a big bow.

Huang Shuiquan, as he himself said, didn't stay long, just left these twelve gray-robed Daoists and drifted away.

The leader is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties, who has become a monk, and his Taoist name is Feiye, and he is not smiling.

However, Shen Dongzan didn't dare to underestimate these strange Daoist disciples in the slightest, you must know that there were also four Taiji guards around the big tent, and there were even teams of rangers who traveled back and forth, but these twelve Taoists had appeared for so long, but they didn't make a sound, and the end of these guards was self-evident. And being able to deal with these guards silently also shows the ability of these twelve gray-robed Daoists.

The middle-aged man seemed to know what Shen Dongzan was thinking, and explained: "Poor Dao didn't kill those guards, he just used immortal drunkenness to let them sleep, that immortal drunk is my Taoist secret medicine, it melts with the wind, it is only effective for cultivators, and it usually takes twelve hours to sleep after inhalation, but it is no obstacle for ordinary people." ”

Shen Dongzan suddenly said: "I see. ”

Almost at the same moment, a sneer came from the tent not far away, "Sure enough, it's an immortal drunk! If it weren't for the fact that Poor Dao was familiar with this thing, this time he would have been on the Dao." ”

Feiye was not too surprised, but stepped out, blocked in front of Shen Dongzan, and said lightly: "Taiji is careful." ”

At this time, Shen Dongzan saw that a handleless flying sword was being clamped by Feiye with his index finger and middle finger, and the flying sword kept trembling, but he couldn't move.

The killing machine suddenly started, and without Fei Ye's orders, the eleven gray-robed Daoists behind him had already taken action.

A young Taoist who looked to be no more than twenty years old flew out of his sleeve with a black rope, like a sinister dragon out of water, and wrapped up one of the supporting beams of the big tent, and pulled it suddenly, and the big tent collapsed by a third.

With a bang, the dome of the big tent cracked, and seven or eight cultivators jumped out of it, all to meet these gray-robed Taoists.

These cultivators are not traditional shamans on the grassland, but there are all kinds of sects, and there are even scattered cultivators without sects.

Loose cultivation may not have the supernatural powers of the disciples of the great sects in the cultivation world, nor do they have all kinds of strange magic weapons, but they are absolutely first-class in terms of fighting experience.

And these Daoist disciples are also in charge of killing, and they can be regarded as chess opponents for a while.

Shen Dongzan quietly took a few more steps back, and the flying leaves stood still.

There was a muffled buzz.

A streamer of light broke through the half-collapsed tabernacle and shot at the flying leaves standing in front of Shen Dongzan.

Feiye frowned, still standing in place, just shaking his sleeves, two long snakes of vitality snaked out, showing a whirling trend of two instruments, head to tail, actually tightly encasing this streamer, unable to move.

The streamer dissipated, revealing its true face, it was a three-foot long sword, the sword body was inlaid with seven gems, divided into seven colors, at this time the seven gems shone brightly, and the sword body trembled lightly with a soft groan.

An old Taoist walked out of the tent and looked at Feiye coldly.

Feiye sighed and said, "It turned out to be Luo Chen, an outcast of the Dao Sect. ”

Lao Dao's face was not good-looking, and after the silence, he nodded and said, "According to the seniority, you should call me uncle." ”

A faint smile appeared on Feiye's face, and he said, "Since he is an outcast, he is no longer a member of my Taoist sect, so how can he talk about his seniority." ”

Lao Dao made a false move, and Feiye didn't stop it much, and the long sword flew back into Luo Chen's old hand.

Feiye dispersed the two qi snakes and said softly: " Look at this dust literally, I will call you Uncle Luo Chen again, you can enjoy the dust word generation, and you can also see the importance of the previous generation of ancestors to you, but you have forgotten the teacher's grace and betrayed the sect, over the years, it is even more entangled in a group of scattered cultivators to my Taoist sect has more intrusions, and the real people in charge of the sect have been in the past, and have shown mercy to their subordinates many times, but you don't know the height of the sky, not only do you not appreciate the kindness of the real people in the palm of the sect, but you are still bent on going your own way, and at this time you came to the grassland to make trouble, and the grassland is related to the thousand-year plan of my Taoist sect, but you can no longer be left!"

Feiye's voice was still light at the beginning, and then it became heavier, and in the end, it was like a lion roaring in Buddhism, and the sound was rolling, blowing the fox fur on Shen Dongzan's body to hunt.

Although the generation is the same as that of the master of the real person and others, but whether it is talent or current cultivation, it is the difference between cloud and mud, Luo Chendao, who has already reached the peak of frost cultivation, has stayed in the realm of one foot in the door for many years, and has never been able to step into the realm of heaven and man, and the cultivation of Feiye at this time is only roughly the same.

Luo Chendao laughed angrily: "It's really a big breath, but the poor Dao will look at how you can't stay poor?"

Feiye shouted lightly: "Bing!"

There was a sudden rush of fighting around. A sound of Jin Ge killing sounded.

Luo Chendao, who was holding the seven-star sword, had a cold face, his body was full of vitality, his big sleeves fluttered, and he also shouted softly: "Fight!"

Jin Ge's killing sound stopped suddenly, and with a muffled sound, Feiye's gray robe swelled, but it suddenly sank in his chest.

Feiye's face remained unchanged, and he spat out a mantra again: "Array!"

The wind stopped, Luo Chen's robe no longer fluttered, and the flying leaf robe no longer swelled.

Luo Chen's face changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to say the next truth.

Feiye didn't intend to give him this opportunity, and suddenly took a step forward.

Shrinking into inches, the middle-aged Taoist stepped in front of Lao Dao, and a black dagger slipped from his sleeve to his palm.

Luo Chendao finally didn't dare to have any reservations, and a faint layer of tortoiseshell-like vitality appeared on his body.

Fei Ye said calmly: "There is also a Demon Sect's Xuanwu Heyi." ”

The flying leaf fell with a dagger on his face.

Countless tortoiseshell-like vitality suddenly exploded, scattering in all directions, and the nearest flying leaf bore the brunt, and the whole body was injured by the tortoiseshell vitality and was drenched in blood.

Feiye's face turned pale suddenly, but his expression was still indifferent, regardless of his own injuries, even ignoring the sword stabbed by Lao Dao, the dagger in his hand stabbed resolutely and indifferently, and a knife pierced Lao Dao's chest, and the other hand held the seven-star sword stabbed by Lao Dao, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the palm of his hand was deep and the bones were visible.

Feiye pulled out the dagger, and slashed his backhand again, slashing through the throat of the old man.

There was a plop, it was the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, the brilliance in Lao Dao's eyes gradually dimmed, and his face still retained the frightened look before death.

At this time, the battle on the side of the other Dao Sect disciples also came to an end, after all, they had advantages in supernatural powers, magic weapons, and numbers, and the Dao Sect disciples cooperated with each other skillfully, and it was not surprising that they would exterminate this group of scattered cultivators.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a cultivator who had already reached the frost realm had the idea of retreating, and was slashed by a Dao disciple with a knife and flew away. At this time, the Dao Sect disciple with a huge bow on his back bent his bow and arrow, and went away with an arrow.

The frost realm cultivator flew up suddenly, and he was able to dodge an arrow, but this Dao Sect kept in his hand, followed by three arrows in a row.

This frost-walking cultivator, who had been fighting for a long time and was already at the end of his crossbow, barely dodged two arrows, but was still shot through the back of the heart by the last arrow and nailed to the ground.

At this point, the three cultivators recruited by Taiji were all killed.

In this battle, all the twelve Dao Sect disciples were wounded, but none of them died.