The carriage moved forward for a while, and Su Xingzhi also felt that the injuries on his body were almost healed, and suddenly saw another batch of gray spots appear on the map, and these gray spots were coming in their direction in a very orderly manner.

Su Xingzhi didn't care, and thought he was here to pick up the convoy.

Suddenly, when those people came to the vicinity of the carriage, the carriage stopped suddenly, and Su Xingzhi sat on the carriage and fell to the ground without mastering the rhythm of his body.

"Rub, it's not advisable to park violently." Su Xingzhi complained, opened the curtain and walked down from the carriage.

When he stepped out of the carriage, he realized that things seemed to be different from what he thought, and that the gray spots that had come did not seem to have come to meet them, but rather to block the convoy.

After a long absence, Su Xingzhi saw everyone get out of the carriage, even the eldest lady was no exception.

The monks in front of them surrounded them with serious expressions.

No matter how you look at it, these people are running for the girl in the cage.

The eldest lady's convoy was like a big enemy, and even the calm eldest lady was clutching the thin skirt on her body in a panic with her palms at this time.

"Who is that girl?" Su Xingzhi frowned.

The monks looked stunned.

But this is also normal, after all, there are several Jindan stage monks in that team, and one of them is still a Yuan Infant stage monk.

No one answered Su Xingzhi's doubts, and the guards, including the monks of the Golden Pill Period, each had a heroic expression on their faces.

"Miss! Get out of here with the second lady! ”

"Uncle Yuan!"

The eldest lady's eyes were red, but apparently she also knew which was more serious, and gritted her teeth and rushed to the third carriage, wanting to get into the carriage and take away the girl in the cage.

"Miss Zhao Tingcheng, you and I might as well talk about the moon before the flower, it's better than losing your life."

A young man with a smile on his face stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Chengcheng before he was about to walk into the carriage.

Su Xingzhi secretly observed, and was suddenly a little surprised, this young man turned out to be the strength of the late stage of Jindan, how could it not be surprising to have such an achievement at this age.

"Hemingway!" Zhao Qingcheng gritted his teeth and glared at Hemingway, his over-agitation causing her wound to rupture again, blood flowing down her arm, dripping from the tip of the sword through the long sword.

Hearing the names of the two, Su Xingzhi suddenly realized something, the name Zhao Chengcheng Su Xingzhi was not very familiar with, but the name Hemingway he had heard in the Xiuzhen network, it was the Hai family, which ranked third among the six families.

Although I haven't heard the name Zhao Tingcheng, judging from her swordsmanship, it is likely to be the Zhao family at the bottom of the six major families.

Although these people in front of him are strong, they are only a group of rabble in Su Xingzhi, and it is just a matter of saving them.

But Su Xingzhi was even more curious about what was going on here, why the people of the Hai family came to attack the Zhao family for no reason.

To be honest, Su Xingzhi didn't want to be on the opposite side of the Hai family, and just one Song family made him busy.

"I have heard for a long time that Miss Allure is extraordinary, I wonder if Miss Zhao can take off her veil today and let her see her face next."

Hemingway still had a cynical smile on his face, and he looked like he was sure to win.

Su Xingzhi touched his nose, if nothing else, he probably hated this guy.

Zhao Tingcheng didn't speak, even though she knew that she only had the strength of the Jin Dan period and was not Hemingway's opponent, but she still raised her sword and rushed forward.

It is rumored that the Zhao family's three-foot sword technique is unparalleled in the world, and even those old bones of the Immortal Elders Association also appreciate the three-foot sword technique, and Su Xingzhi also wants to visit and see what is extraordinary about this three-foot sword technique.

Zhao Qingcheng's long skirt was windless and automatic, and the three-foot Qingfeng let out a soft roar, just by listening to the sound, he could hear that this long sword was by no means an ordinary thing, it was a few points better than the one used by Su Xingzhi, even if it was an outstanding existence in the Yellow Rank Spiritual Weapon.

It is obvious that Hemingway did not really want to do anything with Zhao Tingcheng.

The difference in strength between the two is too big, if they really make a move, I am afraid that it will be over in an instant, obviously, Hemingway does not want to end the battle so quickly.

Su Xingzhi stood quietly aside, seemingly without the slightest intention of making a move, but in fact he was ready to rescue at any time.

Hemingway dodged Zhao Qingcheng's forehead slash left and right with a smile on his face, and he didn't want to draw his sword at all.

The three-foot green blade made a crisp sound, and each sword brushed the corners of Hemingway's clothes.

Hemingway didn't block or speak, but looked at her silently.

The wind is loud, the grass and trees are all soldiers, and Zhao Chengcheng has vividly displayed the eight-character mantra of the three-foot sword technique.

It was not a warm spring, the cold wind was howling and blowing a biting cold, even the foundation building monks could not bear such cold.

"Yes, she is worthy of being the proud daughter of the Zhao family, even if she suffers such a blow, she can quickly recover from the blow, and she is worthy of my family's Mingwei in terms of character and heart."

An old man of the Hai family looked at Zhao Chengcheng with admiration and commented on his character.

The old man did not lower his voice, so many people present heard his words.

Zhao Tingcheng, who was fighting Hemingway, couldn't help but tremble, and a touch of shame appeared on his face.

Although Zhao Tingcheng's strength is the top existence in the entire Jindan monks, after all, she is a fledgling and has not been deeply involved in the world, even the words outside the field will affect her heart.

"There are gods in the head"

With Zhao Qingcheng's cold drink, the cold wind around him suddenly subsided, and a three-foot long sword hung three feet above his head.

Hearing this, Su Xingzhi suddenly couldn't sit still, he also had one exercise, that is, he had not performed it a few times after getting it.

Seeing the long sword hanging on Zhao Tingcheng's head, Hemingway, who Zhao Tingcheng had not paid much attention to this, also became serious.

After summoning the long sword, Zhao Tingcheng's face was a little pale, but the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingcheng moved, and when she swung the long sword, the long sword above her head would also swing with her rhythm.

If Hemingway was passively dodging Zhao Chengcheng's attack before, then he is now actively dodging the sword above Zhao Chengcheng's head.

Su Xingzhi looked at the sword above Zhao Chengcheng's head with interest.

Her three-foot head has the same effect as her own three-foot head has the same effect as her own immortal immortal, except that what she summoned was a sword, but what she summoned was an immortal.

Su Xingzhi could feel that the spiritual power in Zhao Chengcheng's body was not sufficient.

At the beginning, Su Xingzhi also had this problem when she used the immortal immortal with her head three feet up, that is, she needed too much spiritual power, and she couldn't last long with her strength before building the foundation.