Facing this Lin Zhinan, the Holy Lord took a half step back.

Even if he is a real great master, he can't resist fighting one after another.

Behind him, a man dressed in blood-red clothes, with a bearded face and trouser legs, one high and one low, came out to greet him.

Holding a scythe in his hand, not only his strong calves were exposed, but even his dark forearms were exposed, and even his forehead was wrapped in a rag and tied in a knot. Except for the blood-red robe, which was a strong peasant man with a sickle to cut rice.

Ning Zhiyuan saw this strong man, saw the sickle in his hand, and struggled to get up.

Chen Guiyi grabbed him.

He saw the appearance of those white birds when they came a few days ago, and knew that Ning Zhiyuan had received the news from the Qinglian Sect, and even more saw Ning Zhiyuan's mixed feelings.

The happy is Pei Changkong of the Qinglian Sect, and the worried is his mother Pei Yingfeng.

It was this bloody man who caused his mother to be injured, and although his mother's injury was not mentioned in the letter, he could imagine how his decadent uncle would have come out if it were not for the stake.

When he saw the man in the bloody sickle, the anger in his heart burned.

He shook off Chen Guizhi's hand and slowly stood up.

Lin Zhinan was also slightly surprised, but he didn't expect someone to come forward at this time.

The peasant-looking man grinned, bared his yellow-brown teeth, and smiled, "This baby is handsome, but the scythe in my uncle's hand doesn't recognize people." ”

The blood on Ning Zhiyuan's white shirt was shocking.

However, still holding the long sword named after Qinglian, he walked tremblingly in front of that person.

Lin Zhinan's brows furrowed slightly, and the cripple's brows were also tightly locked.

He knew what his senior brother thought, but he didn't want Ning Zhiyuan to have any more damage.

Lin Zhinan was a little entangled, he didn't know whether to stop this young man, this young man had extremely high qualifications, and he had already reached the Breaking Sea Realm at the age of less than thirty, which was faster than Pei Changkong, who was called the first day of genius back then. If it were on other occasions, he would definitely not let his juniors take action.

But the situation is different now.

The other party's Holy Lord was obviously injured, and he didn't know how the juniors and sisters were recovering. As the saying goes, capture the thief first and capture the king, he knows his own situation, he must spare some strength to deal with the Holy Lord, and he is also a little tricky in the face of this half-way blood sickle cave man.

He wanted this stubborn young man to help him block the person in the bloody sickle hole, but it was obvious that the young man had been injured. For a moment, he was in a dilemma.

He watched this junior step by step, took a deep breath, and still made a decision.

He was about to speak, when he heard a voice from the other side.

"Who am I? It turned out to be the cub of the Blue Lotus Sect, who was so angry with me. ”

Ning Zhiyuan didn't speak, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"I haven't settled accounts with your Qinglian Sect yet, the five elders sent by Lao Tzu were all beaten to death, you still have a grudge against me, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you." ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the Lord's eyes.

He suddenly realized something, and immediately changed his words.

"Today is the matter of Lao Tzu's Demon Dao and Shushan, what are you people from other sects mixed in, wait for Lao Tzu to clean up this old thing, and then come to teach you this little baby. ”

Hearing this, Master Huyn nodded approvingly.

He originally came to see if he could get some benefits, and join forces with you righteous paths to eliminate harm, which was not a risky thing, but he never expected that this Shushan Mountain would be the same as a boiling hot pot, and everyone would come here with any ingredients.

He wants to clean himself up now, take a small team, and live a comfortable life.

But this Master Fu has already promised to move his Reclining Buddha Temple to Chang'an, and at this moment he still has to look at Master Fu's face to act.

Master Fu glanced at Master Huien, who was not damaged in the slightest, and Master Huien was so frightened that he quickly turned his face away, not daring to speak.

Lin Zhinan nodded and looked at Ning Zhiyuan.

"Little brother, you can rest for the time being. Although there is a great calamity today, if there is still one person in Shushan, I will not let you be injured in Shushan. ”

"Today's love, I, Lin Zhinan, have accepted it!"

Hearing this, Chen Guizhi also shouted: "Ning boy, come back, save some strength." You see that there is only Master Lin left intact on our side, let's take the opportunity to recover, and if we can't hold it later, we can also pull a few cushions. ”

Ning Zhiyuan glanced at it, and there were hundreds of people on the opposite side, in addition to the heads of the two lakes and three caves, there were also many elders of small sects and the like. In such a comparison, these people on his side are all remnants of the defeated army.

He glanced at Master Huien, whose head was buried very low, took the wine jug thrown by Chen Guizhi, poured a sip, took a few steps back, and sat down against a stone.

"By the way, this is good, I'll beat the old one first, otherwise people will say that I bullied the little baby. The man in the Blood Scythe Cave said.

"By the way, I am Lao Huang, and everyone on the road calls me Bloody Hand Lao Huang, and I am also the cave master of the Blood Scythe Cave. ”

The lame man took the antidote, opened his eyes at this time, and looked at Ning Zhiyuan, who was leaning on the stone not far away, a blood lotus bloomed on his chest, and he sat on the ground dejectedly.

Although Ning Zhiyuan has a good talent, he is a junior after all, and when he fights with the Holy Lord, the Holy Lord regards him as a weak point, and his shot is naturally heavier, and he is also the most seriously injured, so he forcibly holds his breath.

The reluctant Grandmaster was proud of the Grandmaster who was seriously injured by this.

The lame man limped over.

He patted Ning Zhiyuan, Ning Zhiyuan opened his eyes, picked up the wine jug and poured it again.

Seeing Ning Zhiyuan's state at this time, Master Xuyun took out a brocade box from his arms and handed it over.

The lame man opened the box, saw the pill inside, his hand trembled a little, and he hurriedly said, "Master, this pill ......"

Master Xuyun shook his head, personally opened Ning Zhiyuan's mouth, and stuffed the pill into it.

Ning Zhiyuan's face became a little more ruddy, and the lame man gradually relaxed his heart.

He already owes the Qinglian Sect too much, and he can't afford it.

"Don't worry, eldest nephew, whoever you want to beat, uncle will help you beat him. ”

When Ning Zhiyuan heard this, he trembled and handed over the wine jug.

Master Xuyun sighed, and before entering the Breaking Sea Realm, he went to confront the Holy Lord of the Half-Step Great Sect Master head-on, this person from the Blue Lotus Sect was worthy of the name of Sword Immortal.

The lame man took the wine and looked at the several disciples of the Blue Lotus Sect, where the sword named Ming Hao was on the table at the moment.

"I want to borrow it from an old friend with my eldest nephew, we fought together back then, and I still want to use it today. ”

Ning Zhiyuan seemed to be asleep and did not respond.

The disciples of the Blue Lotus Sect tried to take their young sect master over several times, but they were all stopped by Master Xuyun.

"Just let him lie down for a while, he'll be fine. "These ordinary disciples were also cannon fodder in the past, and now that the people of Shushan are slowly recovering, they have to be distracted to protect them in the past.

Their young sect master was already like this, so naturally he couldn't let them have any more accidents.

Although there is infighting in the Qinglian Sect, seeing such a young sect master, his heart is full of pride, no infighting, or power is as good as this young man's demeanor of drinking wine and carrying a sword, and his heart is suddenly full of pride, and he picked up Ming Hao in front of the case without authorization.

"Please take the sword, sir!"

The cripple took a sip of wine and took Ming Hao.

"Lao Huang, how about your scythe?" he said as he slammed the flask to the ground with a crisp sound.