It's not a clever coping strategy, but it's the right thing to do right now.

After all, the biggest advantage of his side is the condescending terrain and the towering temple gate.

And in the face of a group of fierce thieves, the key to being able to make a decision so calmly in such a short period of time is still a deep boudoir woman, which is enough to be impressive.

At least that's what Zhao Ya thought.

He immediately shouted, "Listen to the eldest lady!" ”

As he spoke, he took the lead in rushing out of the temple gate and set up a formation.

His action made these restless guards also wake up and take action.

Looking at the somewhat chaotic formation, Zhao Ya couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

These guards are the same as themselves, most of them have only been recruited into the Song family recently, although their individual strength is okay, but their teamwork ability is very poor, to put it bluntly, they are a rabble.

Fortunately, thanks to Song Peiwan's timely decision, otherwise Zhao Ya and the others would probably fight separately.

Anyway, these guards barely formed three teams, and at the same time, Ma Ling and his men also arrived.

At this time, there is naturally nothing to say, meeting is just a word, play!

Zhao Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief slightly.

I thought it was a rabble here, but I didn't expect these subordinates of Maling to be much better.

It's the same chaotic formation, and it's the same attack that looks like a swarm.

And his side relied on the favorable terrain to successfully suppress the first wave of the opponent's attack.

In fact, if you think about it, it's not surprising, no matter how powerful Qingzhuling is, it's just a group of bandits, and the people under him can be called a mixture of fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of things.

That is to say, the owners of these villages are more powerful.

If even these ordinary thieves in Qingzhuling could be disciplined and banned, then they would probably have entered the county by now.

After all, even Dayan's elite troops didn't dare to say how disciplined they were!

In fact, from ancient times to the present, there is only one army that can achieve strict discipline and enforce the eight words of prohibition and prohibition.

Zhao Ya's heart was a little fixed, and while dealing with the thief in front of him, he peeked at Maling in the distance.

He did not end up, but stood in the distance with a spear to supervise the battle.

This is the third time that Zhao Ya has met Ma Ling, but Ma Ling doesn't know about Zhao Ya's existence at all.

Even now, because Zhao Ya deliberately hid his strength, he didn't even use the meteorite iron knife, and what he wielded in his hand was the long knife that the Song family equipped with for the guards, so Ma Ling didn't notice Zhao Ya at all.

He looked at it coldly, even if his subordinates were suppressed and could not advance at all, and there were casualties from time to time, he did not have the slightest impatience, but a sneer appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Zhao Ya's heart couldn't help but move.

What is this guy laughing at?

Could it be that there is a backhand?

The more Zhao Ya thought about it, the more he felt that there was such a possibility.

After all, since Ma Ling dared to come and kidnap Song Peiwan, it was impossible to give up so easily.

But what do they do?

Just when Zhao Ya was puzzled, a group of people rushed up on the mountain road, and the leader was actually a Taoist priest.

I saw that this Taoist priest was forty or fifty years old, with a wisp of goatee under his chin, and his triangular eyes were full of viciousness without the compassion of a monk.

The men behind him were all armed with a strange artifact that looked like large syringes.

As soon as he saw this Taoist priest, Ma Ling couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to clasp his fists and surrender his hands.

"Third Brother Huo!"

"Sixth, is this the person from the Song family?" The Taoist priest said coldly.

"That's right, the woman in white standing behind the temple gate and watching the battle is Song Peiwan, the sister of Song Linqing, the head of the Song family." Ma Ling hurriedly introduced, and his words were very respectful.

He also had to be respectful, because the person who came was the master of the three villages in Qingzhuling, Huo Tianxiao, who was known as the Fire Dragon Daoist.

This person not only has the cultivation of the peak of the three realms, but also has the skill of setting fire to one hand, once the fire he set is contaminated, if there is no timely and effective way to deal with it, it will have to be burned until the flesh and bones are turned into ashes, which can be called terrifying.

Hearing this, Huo Tianxiao glanced at Song Peiwan behind the temple gate, and then at the stalemate battlefield, and couldn't help but sneer.

"You can't even clean up this little bit of people, sixth brother, it seems that you are really going back more and more!"

"The third brother is taught!" Ma Ling lowered his head and said yes, putting his posture extremely low.

Seeing this scene, Huo Tianxiao couldn't say anything more, "Okay, let your people retreat!" ”

"Yes!"

Then Ma Ling whistled, and his men began to retreat in a disorderly manner.

The guards on the Song family's side did not pursue, in fact, they did not have the strength to pursue, although this fight did not cause many casualties, but it greatly consumed their physical strength.

At this moment, most of the guards were panting and holding their knives to the ground, their eyes full of joy.

In their opinion, the thief suddenly retreated, and it was obvious that he was about to give up.

But Zhao Ya didn't think so, he had already noticed Huo Tianxiao and the others who came from behind, especially the strange artifacts in the hands of these people behind him.

What is this thing?

Although he couldn't hear the conversation between Huo Tianxiao and Ma Ling, of course Zhao Ya would not be naïve enough to think that the things these people were holding in their hands were for fun.

On the contrary, a hint of ominous warning appeared in his heart.

At the same time, when Ma Ling's people retreated, Huo Tianxiao waved his hand.

"Do it!"

At the sound of an order, the people he brought with him rushed forward, and at the same time raised the utensils in their hands, aimed them in mid-air, and flipped the switch.

Whoa!

With the sound of jetting, streams of black water flew into the air, and then fell on everyone's bodies.

Zhao Ya was shaken.

Because he smelled a pungent smell of oil, he instantly understood what these people were trying to do.

"Retreat!"

The only thing he could do was shout to warn everyone, and then he ran to the temple gate.

While running Zhao Ya, he covered his head with his coat, and after rushing into the temple gate, he threw out the coat stained with black oil with his backhand.

The other guards didn't react as quickly as Zhao Ya.

Some even laughed.

"It's really ...... that such a little black oil can be so frightened that you run away."

Before the words came out, I only heard a bang, and the fire soared into the sky.

Everything contaminated with black oil was ablaze, and the flames were swift and unstoppable.

No matter how these guards roared and rolled, they couldn't extinguish the slightest, but burned more and more.

"Save ...... Save me! Someone climbed to the temple gate in great pain and stretched out his hand to ask for help from the people inside.

The monks of the Big Buddha Temple were already frightened, and Song Peiwan's face was extremely solemn, and no one knew how to deal with this sudden scene.

At this moment, Zhao Ya ran over with a large incense burner, and when he turned it over, all the incense ashes in it were poured on the person on fire.

The flame that was originally burning was pressed by this thick incense ash, and it was actually extinguished.