No matter how powerful Yeats was, her fists were invincible to four hands, one person against a group of monks, and gradually, her physical strength was exhausted, and the middle-aged monk and the black-clothed coachman waited on the periphery like vultures, as if as soon as she fell, they would pounce on her to eat meat and drink blood.

What to do?

Yeats struggled as he searched for a way out.

Looking at the top of her head, the place where she fell just now has been sealed, and besides, she was entangled by more than a dozen monks and couldn't find an exit at all, so ......

She looked in the direction where the middle-aged monk came, could it be that the entrance is the exit, over there?

When fighting with the monks, Yeats kept fighting in the direction of the entrance, but unfortunately, the people in the cave saw her intentions and blocked her on the side of the stove.

Her physical strength gradually weakened, her hands and feet were weak, and she had already fallen twice when she dodged the knife and stick, and if she fell again, she didn't know if she could get up, what if she couldn't get up?

Yeats looked at the blazing alchemy furnace, and instead of being caught by the two vultures, it was better to die dryly and crisply, and just when she was about to be knocked to the ground when she was exhausted, a small novice came in at the entrance.

It was the little novice who opened the door to welcome Yeats and the others in.

The squinting middle-aged monk turned his head.

Xiao Sha Mi saluted: "Abbot, hundreds of people have broken in outside. ”

The coachman in black was shocked: "Why are there so many?" ”

The middle-aged monk obviously didn't expect this situation, and his face was sideways, "What person?" ”

The little novice said: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the small ones don't see clearly." ”

The voice of the little novice was not high, Yeats was physically exhausted, and while dealing with a group of monks, he also heard the words of the novice, could it be that Lord Shaoqing was here?

Yeats was overjoyed, his body seemed to be injected with vitality in an instant, the whole person was resurrected, and his hands and feet that had no strength were instantly full of vitality, and the dagger knife that stabbed at the monk was light.

Fast and ruthless.

The middle-aged monk saw that he couldn't solve Yeats for a while, and his brows furrowed, "Hurry up and take her down for me." ”

More than a dozen monks, they couldn't take a little lady dressed as a man, it was really embarrassing, the middle-aged monk pointed at them, "When I come down, if I don't see you take people down, let me go." ”

More than a dozen monks all looked back at the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk's free gaze in response to them turned and disappeared into what Yeats thought was the entrance.

For alchemy, the location of Canghua Temple is actually not good, it can be said that the barren mountains and mountains, if you want to trick a little lady to come up, the fire is not easy to find, I didn't expect either not to come, or to come to a good little lady, a dozen monks which are not tempted, all of them are vicious, just wait for the prey to die or not, they are good to enjoy.

Yeats also felt the vicious thoughts of this group of bald monks, obviously exhausted, but did not dare to relax a little, the dagger was refuted out of the mouth, and the dozen bald heads still refused to let her go.

Suddenly, Yeats's only self-defense device, the dagger, was shot down by the monk.

At this moment, she was bare-handed.

Could it be that she can only ......

Just when she was attacked by several knives and sticks and fell to the ground, and was about to be stabbed, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, and all the pine oil wall lamps in the cave that were as bright as day were extinguished at once.

Yeats took the opportunity to roll to the ground, avoided the group attack, rolled a few more laps on the spot, rolled to the side of the alchemy furnace, and hurriedly got up and ran towards the entrance, more than a dozen monks also adapted to the darkness at the moment, and they chased Yeats closely with the afterglow of the carbon fire in the alchemy furnace.

"Stand ......"

"Don't let her run."

……

The shouts of more than a dozen monks shook Yeats's scalp numb, and his overloaded body, because of the pause at the moment, was straight and weak, and he couldn't stand at all, let alone escape.

When you close your eyes, you can feel the cold feeling of the knife and stick, Yeats shook his head, avoiding the attack of the monks, and the knives and clubs of the other monks followed.

Even if Yeats is an immortal, he can't stand up to one against ten!

God, are you going to die here?

There was no imaginary broken neck or headache, and she was pulled away by a huge force, so fast that it seemed to fly. The place I passed through was cold everywhere, like the legendary earth.

For about ten minutes, as if he had entered from one cave to another, Yeats had no time to care about anything else, so he stood firm and asked, "May I ask your Excellency......

There was a bang, and Yeats just wanted to ask, 'What's the matter?'

The lights are on.

Yeats looked at the young monk who was lighting the lamp, "Why are you?" ”

After lighting the lamp, the monk turned his head, and the unstained monk who had become a friend in the capital actually stood in front of Yeats.

It can't be such a coincidence!

Buyan smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and said, "Donor, we meet again." ”

The monk on the other side looked gentle and kind, if it weren't for his shaved head, Yeats would have thought she had seen some friend?

"I happened to be passing by again?" She looked suspicious.

The unstained monk clasped his hands together and smiled faintly: "It's such a coincidence, Master Ye." ”

Yeats:......

Obviously, the unstained monk saved Yeats's life, but she couldn't be grateful from the bottom of her heart, I don't know why.

Bu Ran didn't mind, and still looked at her very gently, "If you need anything, please mention it as much as possible, donor, I will definitely be able to handle it." ”

Yeats...... Still staring at him.

The contours of her eyebrows and eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere, but she couldn't remember them for a while, but at this moment, she couldn't care about them, and tried to ask, "Master, where is the exit?" ”

Buzhi was still smiling, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that looked at the dog affectionately were falling on Yeats, she automatically ignored it, and asked again, "Didn't the master save me to release me?" ”

Bu Ran raised his eyebrows, "What do you say?" ”

The monk who was gentle and indisputable finally showed his tail.

Yeats's face turned cold, and his gaze looked indifferent, trying to see something in his suddenly frivolous eyes, but unfortunately he really didn't see anything except a little prodigal of the disciples.

He's also a monk? The two encounters in the capital are for today?

The little lady's expression is unpredictable, colorful, and she wants to laugh if she doesn't see it, if she is not afraid of being found, he will probably laugh up to the sky.

Yeats was coldly motionless.

Bujan stopped smiling and looked at each other lightly.

Both wanted to find out what was in each other's eyes.

The two of them are against each other.

It's not the fire that is better than the fire.

Bujan withdrew his eyes first, and he turned to cut the wick of the oil lamp.

Yeats followed him over, only to see that the oil lamp suddenly seemed to be smoking, and she secretly said 'not good', and before she could cover her mouth and nose, her legs went weak and she lost consciousness.

Bu Zhan condescendingly looked at the little lady who fell to the ground, lying quietly, although she was dressed as a man, she was still very soft.

Undyed squatted, reached out and picked up a strand of sideburns that fell down to his cheeks, revealing a small white face, a delicate and small nose, a round and delicate nose, and lips without dotting.

The feeling of beauty and temperament is really innate.

When Yeats dressed as a man, he was very handsome, and when he wore women's clothes, he was so beautiful that he was ecstatic.