Chapter Seventy-One: Interception

It didn't take long for everyone to start camping, although all the guards were the cultivation of the Martial King, but they could stay in the Wind Eagle for five or six days, not only to endure the invasion of the strong wind, but also to be unable to rest, human beings felt tired, and the Wind Eagle felt even more tired, although it was a demonic beast, but so many people also needed to rest!

A group of guards of the Martial King quickly set up the camp tent, and Her Royal Highness the princess slowly walked down the wind eagle, dragging the wide purple velvet cloak, and slowly walked towards the camp tent.

Wu Yang and Mo Yuan walked behind them, and also walked towards the big account, the guards patrolled and stood guard, everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

As soon as she entered the camp tent, she felt very warm, and the air was still smelling of sandalwood, so the princess motioned for everyone to sit down, Mo Yuan looked around, and found that this camp tent was also luxurious enough, the soft and delicate monster fur was flat on the ground, and there was a long table of red sandalwood in front of everyone, and there was preserved fruit and elixir on the table, and the intoxicating fragrance made people intoxicated.

The princess first picked up a small tripod and drank it all, "Eat it all! There is no poison" The princess held up the small tripod wine utensils and said a little playfully.

Wu Yang directly picked up a wine jug next to him, opened the lid of the pot, and poured it directly into his mouth, and finally couldn't help touching his mouth, drunk and slightly drunk, "I didn't expect the jade liquor in this imperial palace to be so delicious, it's just a little less" After saying that, he couldn't help it, and poured the empty wine jug into his mouth.

The princess was a little displeased when she saw it, "If you, General Wu Bahai, know that you are stealing wine and drinking, he will definitely not spare you."

"What the princess taught me a lesson," Wu Yang said with a stupid smile holding the empty wine jug. After finishing speaking, he lay directly on the red sandalwood table and ate the preserved fruit with a little melancholy.

"Mo Yuan, you might as well taste the imperial wine in this palace, drunk Mengqing, this is a rare fine wine" The princess took another sip, her face was slightly drunk, and she said with a little charm and softness.

Mo Yuan picked up the wine glass, tasted it, and a wisp of intoxicating and soft wine fragrance lingered between his mouth, nose, lips and teeth, and the soft aroma of wine even caused the vitality in his body to surge, and his whole body felt a lot more comfortable.

"This drunken dream is not only intoxicating, but also nourishes the body and refreshes the tiredness" The princess looked at Xiaoding's drunken dream sake in her hand and said with a playful smile.

"What a good wine," the old beggar in the gourd couldn't help but smack his tongue.

The old beggar is a good drinker, and what can be called good wine in his mouth must be good wine, but with the old beggar now only having his soul left, even if it is a good wine, he can't drink it.

Then he couldn't help but sigh.

The princess heard Mo Yuan sigh slightly, raised her slightly heavy head and said, "Somehow sigh?"

"It's just that I can't help but think of an old man, and the princess smiled," Mo Yuan said with a faint smile.

Xiao Nizi on the side smelled the intoxicating aroma of wine, and couldn't help but pick up the wine glass, the intoxicating lingering wine soon made Xiao Nizi blush and hot, drunk and slightly drunk lying on the table, Mo Yuan tidied up Xiao Nizi's messy hair, but a little helpless.

Wu Yang seemed to be a little worried, so he stuffed the preserved fruit into his mouth one by one, Mo Yuan ate some, drank some wine, and left the princess with the drunken Mannie, and came to bring his own tent.

When she came to the tent and put Mannie down, she was too drunk, and she was a little drunk and just slept quietly beside her. Mo Yuan continued to practice cross-legged, hoping to find the wonderful feeling of the day, and he kept recalling the feeling of the day in his mind, maybe the wine was not gone, and he never found that feeling.

"Don't waste your efforts," said the old beggar in the gourd suddenly.

"Why" Mo Yuan asked without thinking about it.

The old beggar looked at Mo Yuan, and then sneered: "I said you kid, you are really greedy! Many people have never realized this enlightenment in their lives, and you finally have it once, and you are still so greedy."

"Enlightenment, isn't that what spiritual cultivation does?" Mo Yuan said as he looked at the old beggar in confusion.

"I also want to know what you said about you! The removal of the spiritual veins proves that I have completely lost the qualification to become a spiritual cultivator, but now I can realize the Tao, to be honest, I have never seen such a strange thing in my life," the old beggar spread his hands and said helplessly.

For a while, Mo Yuan gradually understood the strange things that happened during the day, but then he just looked at the old beggar in the gourd, smiled a little bitterly, "It's a spiritual vein again", and then went straight back, pillowing Xiao Nizi without any scruples.

In the dark night, a stream of blood spilled on the tent, Mo Yuan suddenly opened his eyes from the fog, and then saw two masked men wearing masks, holding a long knife emitting blue light, suddenly got into the tent, and was about to swing the knife, two streamers burst out, the two were shocked, and hurriedly put away the knife to block, the sound of gold and iron fighting, sparks splashed, and when they looked at it, they were two flying knives that emitted copper yellow delicate.

However, in the next moment, a cold face with red eyes and two purple flames like smoke suddenly appeared in front of the two, and soon one person's body was directly torn apart and blood was splashed everywhere, while the other masked man looked frightened, and then showed a ruthless face, and the strength was still sacrificed, and there was a crisp breaking sound from the neck, blood gushing out, and the corpse continued to twitch.

Soon the camp tent fell silently, at this time the outside was already inextricably beaten, a group of black-clothed people cultivation is not low, the strength is released, the fine iron is attacked, the silver sword light shrouds the battlefield, and the most dazzling is outside the main camp tent, Zhan Tai is holding a cold wind flying sword, accompanied by the chill of the ice Ling, like a dexterous elf quickly harvesting the attacking man in black, at this moment, the spear with the blood-colored red light, like a python out of a hole, directly towards Zhan Tai.

The blood-colored spear carried a cold and bloody aura, the flying sword hurriedly returned to block the long sword, accompanied by the roaring sound of the sword and the gun, the two burst at the same time, a cold wind, a blood mist filled, and the scene of the two fighting faintly appeared in the sky from time to time, and then disappeared, then disappeared, and then appeared in another place, and then disappeared, through the gap in the tent, Mo Yuan was faintly able to capture the scene when the two were fighting, but soon he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Boy, this is Wuzun's battle, learn more in the future," the old beggar sitting in the gourd said with interest,

Mo Yuan just hid aside and listened quietly.

"This kid with a spear is too stupid, an inch long and an inch strong, the spear is an inch long, isn't the kid with the sword in your most advantageous attack range!, stupid!" The old beggar watched the fierce battle between the two, just like an adult watching a child fight, and then watched the excitement and commented. Mo Yuan on the side was a little helpless.

"yes, yes, yes, that's it"

Mo Yuan looked at the old beggar watching from the side and talked to himself with relish, and couldn't help but shift his gaze to the princess's tent. Then I became a little curious.

Xiao Nizi shrank beside Mo Yuan at this time and didn't dare to move, because there was still a large group of black-clothed people and princess guards around them fighting! Besides, they were all battles between martial kings, and their strength and sword qi could easily kill them, so they could only obediently shrink beside Mo Yuan.

On the contrary, Mo Yuan was also watching the fierce battle between the two sides like watching a play.

For a long time, the blood-red spear, like an iron arrow, was deeply rooted in the ground, Zhan Tai held a cold wind sword in one hand, and a pitch-black human head in the other, and Zhan Tai was also covered in wounds, there was a big blood hole in his shoulder, and there were several deep wounds on his chest, but he was still standing upright, at this time, two people in black saw this, and suddenly ran towards Zhan Tai, only to see that Zhan Tai snorted coldly, a sliding step, and saw an aurora streamer flashing from the side of the two, and the heads of the two men in black rose to the sky, and blood sprayed directly on the headless corpse.

Seeing this, all the people in black were very smart and threw out a silver crystal ball, and there were faint runes flashing on the crystal ball, and for a while, the smoke was filled, just like a ** array, everyone was a little confused about the direction, only to see Zhan Tai, with a wave of the long sword, with the cold cold air, the smoke was blown away in an instant, and those black-clothed people had already taken advantage of the smoke to flee away.

As the sky began to lighten, the guards either incinerated the dead on the spot or buried them on the spot. And the princess's tent never moved, and Mo Yuan sat cross-legged very calmly, running the vitality of his body. The same is true for Xiao Nizi.

"Boy, you were quite honest when you arrived, and you didn't take advantage of the chaos to escape," Zhan Tai dragged his stump to Mo Yuan at this time, and said slightly provocatively.

Mo Yuan was still sitting cross-legged, his eyelids didn't bother to move, and he said lightly, "With General Zhan Tai here, where can I run?"

"It's good to know, and I hope you don't play any tricks in front of me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude," Zhan Tai looked at Mo Yuan and said coldly.

"Thank you, general, for reminding me to keep it in mind," Mo Yuan still looked indifferent, and said lightly with his eyes closed.

When General Zhan Tai saw it, he just snorted coldly, and then dragged his stump and turned away.

"Why doesn't Her Royal Highness the princess come out inside!" Xiao Nizi looked at the princess's big tent and said with some curiosity.

"I guess I'm doing things that men and women are doing to be awkward!" Mo Yuan said casually with his eyes closed.

Xiao Nizi's face immediately turned red when she heard this, and she was very shy and a little overwhelmed, clasping her fingers.

"I'm not talking about us" Mo Yuan looked at Xiao Nizi's embarrassed expression, and immediately understood, and quickly changed his words.

"What have you both done" At this time, the old beggar in the gourd looked at Mo Yuan with scrutinizing eyes, like a parent interrogating and interrogating a child.

"It's nothing," Mo Yuan said calmly.

"Well, really?"

At this moment, a person from the big tent walked out first, and when he fixed his eyes, it was Wu Yang, Wu Yang looked around and found Mo Yuan, so he walked towards Mo Yuan.

"Are you two okay?" Wu Yang said with concern as he looked at Mo Yuan and Mannie.

"We're fine" Mo Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yang, and smiled curiously.

"The princess is okay!" Mo Yuan looked at Wu Yang's drunken body and said calmly.

Wu Yang couldn't help but turn his head to look at the big tent, and his face flushed, "It's okay if it's okay."

Xiao Nizi on the side couldn't help laughing when she heard it at this time.