"Miss Yao'er should be fine, right?" Dongfang Zimo saw that the other party woke up, and immediately put her down.

"Hmm......" Yaoyu had a flush on her face, and she brushed a wisp of green silk on her forehead with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, but let's go rest first, I'll go cook something for Miss Yao'er." Dongfang Zimo smiled slightly, didn't seem to pursue Yaoyu's sneaking out, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"It's all my fault, please don't tell my daddy!" Yaoyu bit her red lip and pleaded after hesitation.

"It's my fault for not being strict in guarding this matter and not doing a good job as a servant, Miss Yao'er should rest." Dongfang Zimo shook his head and smiled bitterly, then went to the kitchen and said nothing more.

Yaoyu stood there silently, a little overwhelmed, and returned to her room feeling guilty.

After this incident during the day, Yaoyu Ke has long lost the idea of playing.

Soon after dinner in the evening, without Dongfang Zimo's reminder, this woman took the initiative to go to the practice room to meditate and practice.

Dongfang Zimo smiled with relief, just when he was thinking about going back to meditate and practice qi.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and a moment later, the door of the house was kicked open.

"What about people! Get out of here! ”

A black-robed man with a bearded face led a team of people to break in menacingly.

Two of them ran to the black-robed man and were talking something.

"Master, the person who killed the young master lives here, that person must be hiding!" An unkind-looking attendant said.

"Search for me! Gotta find that kid! If you dare to kill my son, he will pay for his life! The black-robed man gave an order, and the people around him immediately ran to the courtyard to rummage around.

"Who are you?" Dongfang Zimo was attracted by this noise, and glanced at everyone with a gloomy face.

Even Yaoyu was attracted by the noise outside.

Seeing so many people, although this woman is not small, she is hiding behind Dongfang Zimo like a bird at this moment.

"Miss Yao'er, don't be afraid, I'll be fine with me." Dongfang Zimo said softly to this son. But the next moment, his face changed slightly and he stared at the black-robed man in front of him.

As soon as he saw the unfathomable mana fluctuation on his body, Dongfang Zimo was secretly shocked in his heart, knowing that he was in trouble this time.

"The lord is him! The people who fled the scene after killing the young master! An attendant suddenly pointed at Dongfang Zimo with a frightened face and shouted.

"The Twelfth Layer of Great Perfection of Qi Training?" The black-robed man looked at him when he heard this, and he was also shocked when he saw Dongfang Zimo cultivating like this, but then he changed his expression to anger.

"Good, good! I don't care who is behind you, kill my son, and I will sacrifice you! The black-robed man's face was angry, and as soon as his words fell, he came straight to Dongfang Zimo.

Don't see him with his bare hands, but his palm is flashing.

In the face of this powerful spiritual pressure, Dongfang Zimo did not dare to fight hard, and directly drew his sword and swung it.

"Humph! How can a broken piece of copper and iron hurt me! The black-robed man sneered and grabbed his hands.

But as soon as he touched this sword, he regretted it.

The black-robed man's palm was directly cut out, and the bleeding did not stop.

"What magic weapon do you have in your hand?" The black-robed man took a few steps back, and said angrily pointing at the jet-black sword.

There was not a hint of brilliance in this sword, but it was extremely sharp, and it really made him unbelievable.

"Huh! It's just a broken copper and iron ear! Dongfang Zimo sneered, but he didn't take the initiative.

After all, Fang Cai hurt him just because the other party was careless, and it was just a fluke.

The aura of the black-robed man in front of him was still above him, and only the foundation building monk could say it.

Dongfang Zimo knew that he was not the opponent of the foundation building monk, and when the other party suffered a loss, he was thinking about how to get out of danger.

"Don't let this woman run away, you guys." After the black-robed man learned that Dongfang Zimo was not simple, he became serious, and even ordered someone to catch Yaoyu to prevent Dongfang Zimo from escaping.

"It's just the two of us now, hehe, it's really interesting, since a little Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer Cultivator can make me take it seriously, you can die without regrets!" The black-robed man said with a sneer, his hand patted the storage bag on his waist, and a sickle hook appeared in his hand with a flash of light.

When Dongfang Zimo saw this scene, he was shocked in his heart, obviously not knowing how the other party took out this sickle hook.

"Don't want to touch Miss Ben!" Behind him, Yaoyu shouted angrily. I saw that several big men were surrounding her with bad intentions and were about to make a move.

Dongfang Zimo's face sank, and he immediately slashed a big man who was closer to him with a sword.

Seeing this, several other big men took a few steps back in fear, not daring to act rashly.

Yaoyu saw Dongfang Zimo coming to the rescue, and ran over happily.

"Miss Yao'er is offended." After Dongfang Zimo said this sentence without a beginning or an end, he directly hugged Yaoyu's petite body in his arms, and then ran away.

Yaoyu was stunned for a moment, a flush appeared on her face, but she didn't say anything.

"What! Dare to slip away in front of me, and look for death! The black-robed man was stunned for a second, and then chased after him angrily.

I saw that he threw the sickle hook in his hand forward, and the whole person jumped up directly, and actually flew directly with the weapon.

Dongfang Zimo was also completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene, and the pace under his feet was several times faster.

With the cultivation of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation, Dongfang Zimo regarded a person in his hands as if he had nothing, and his feet were even more inexhaustible, and he really let him run far away for a while.

But the flying machine under the feet of the black-robed man was not a joke, no matter how Dongfang Zimo escaped, he could easily catch up.

The two sides chased after me like this, and it lasted for half an hour.

After running for such a long time, even Dongfang Zimo, who was practicing the twelfth layer of qi, was about to run out of oil.

Finally in the middle of a barren mountain range, Dongfang Zimo really couldn't run, so he could only stop and rest.

"You find a place to hide first, I'll deal with it here!" Dongfang Zimo said sweatingly.

Yaoyu also knew that she couldn't help much, so she obediently found a big tree nearby and hid.

"Hahaha! Why don't you run away? The black-robed man's voice echoed in the air.

"Humph! A small Qi cultivator still wants to compete with the foundation building period? What an idiot! Seeing Dongfang Zimo's appearance of fighting to the death, the black-robed man smiled coldly.

Yaoyu suddenly disappeared, and the black-robed man didn't care, but just swept around a little, and his gaze stayed in a certain direction for a moment to reveal a sneer.

Dongfang Zimo also seemed to notice something, and glanced in that direction, his face cloudy.

"If Yaoyu is in danger, I am ashamed of my trust in my predecessors! Even if you die, you have to take this person with you! Dongfang Zimo thought solemnly.

I saw him take out a talisman from his arms, and it became shining under the infusion of mana at his fingertips.