The red-robed old man had a gloomy face, and his right sleeve swept towards Mei'er and said gloomily: "Look for death!" It seemed that with a light flick, a powerful wind struck Mei'er. An incomparably powerful aura pressed down on Mei'er.

Don't look at Mei'er smiling and leaning forward and backward and getting carried away, when Gang Qi was on the body, her delicate waist was twisted, her jade feet rubbed, and the beautiful shadow suddenly disappeared in place. Immediately afterwards, a coquettish voice came from mid-air: "Come and be rude, you can also eat this girl's trick when you are a dead old ghost." Mei'er had already drawn her sword in her hand when she jumped on her body, and at this time, Jiao shouted and her jade hand trembled sharply in mid-air, drawing out sword flowers and sending them to the red-robed old man under the hood.

"Juniors must not be rude!" A loud shout sounded, and four gray shadows shot away from the forest behind the red-robed old man, and one of the gray shadows raised the cooked copper rod in his hand and swung into a golden rod shadow, shaped like a shield with a square face to meet the sword flower pressed down by Mei'er. For a while, the sound of 'ding bells' was loud, and the figures of gray and green were separated by a touch in mid-air, and the shadows of the sword flowers and sticks disappeared in mid-air.

Mei'er floated beside Feng Yang, her cheeks were slightly red, and her breathing seemed a little short, which showed that she had suffered a little bit of a dark loss when she fought just now. Feng Yang stretched out his palm and pressed on Mei'er's shoulder without a trace, running the true qi, and a gentle true qi slowly passed into Mei'er's body to help her adjust the noisy true qi in her body, and in a few breaths, Mei'er's breath returned to stability. While helping Mei'er breathe, Feng Yangjun's eyes swept in the direction of the red-robed old man, only to see that the four gray figures swept out of the forest were already standing beside the red-robed old man.

The four of them were all dressed in gray brocade robes and wore hideous copper masks, but the two people standing in front of them wore masks with white moon-shaped patterns on their foreheads, and the two people standing behind wore masks with black moon-shaped patterns on their foreheads, and all four of them were long-haired shawls, standing quietly on both sides of the red-robed old man like four statues.

Feng Yangjun glanced at the gray-robed masked man standing in front of him on the left holding a familiar copper rod, only to see that he was standing quietly without revealing the mountains and waters, and he couldn't see through the level of other cultivations, but judging from his performance just now, at least his cultivation was not lower than Mei'er, and from the mask he wore and the position he was standing, it was speculated that he should have the lowest status among the five, and he couldn't help but look a little dignified.

Mei'er, whose internal breath had recovered steadily, thought of being attacked by the cooked copper gray robe man in mid-air just now, and her anger was very uncomfortable, and her delicate body twisted and waved her long sword to pull out a large piece of sword flowers, and rushed towards the gray robed man with a cooked copper rod, and said coquettishly: "Take the crutch, let you sneak attack this girl." ”

When the gray-robed man with a cooked copper rod saw the sword coming to his book, he could only move his true qi and wave the cooked copper rod in his hand to resist.

The red-robed old man, who was protected by four gray-robed people, said lightly: "Xiao Ding, you play a few tricks with this little girl, don't hurt her life." "Just now, when Feng Yang defused his attack on Mei'er, he found that the moves Feng Yang used were somewhat similar to a large sect in the secret realm where they were located, this big sect was not something he could afford to provoke, and he was unwilling to make a heavy hand, so he ordered the guards not to hurt Mei'er's life, leaving room for maneuver.

Xiao Ding responded to the red-robed old man, and the cooked copper rod in his hand danced vigorously and fought fiercely with Mei'er. For a while, the wind was blowing, flying sand and rocks, and those who watched the battle automatically and consciously went backwards.

In less than ten breaths, Mei'er and the two have already made nearly a hundred moves, and neither side has taken advantage, and they are evenly matched. Mei'er saw that she couldn't fight for a long time, took a deep breath, shouted out a voice, and ran the 'Jade Girl's Heart Method' to the extreme, and for a while, the temperature around her plummeted like a cold winter, and the tip of the long sword in Mei'er's hand visibly appeared with the naked eye, and a trace of white silk appeared visibly with the naked eye, and the strange thing is that these white silks will not scatter and disappear, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, with her dancing around Xiao Ding, and these white silks can actually hinder Xiao Ding's moves.

"Oh, what kind of exercise is this?" The red-robed old man couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the sword qi silk that Mei'er cast.

Xiao Ding felt that the white silk from the tip of Mei'er's sword was like substance, pulling the performance of his own moves, and he couldn't help but be shocked. Take a deep breath, run the true qi to the limit, and drink loudly to inject the true qi into the cooked copper rod in his hand as much as possible, dancing rapidly. A layer of pale golden aura shield appeared around him in an instant, bouncing the white silk like a fishnet cover towards him, and then he jumped up, and the wheel rod jumped up, smashing Mei'er on the head with the momentum of splitting Huashan from top to bottom.

There was a soft click, and the fishing net made of white silk was smashed into a crack by Xiao Ding.

Mei'er saw Xiao Ding's cooked copper rod break through the net, smashed it on the top of her head, hurriedly rubbed her feet, and retreated sharply. The cooked copper rod in Xiao Ding's hand smashed straight to the ground, and there was a loud 'bang', and the dust was flying. What a little ding, when the head of the stick touched the ground, his body was in mid-air, his feet kicked each other, his arms were supported hard, his body was like a wheel in mid-air, and he rushed towards Mei'er with a stick.

As soon as Mei'er's feet touched the ground, she saw Xiao Ding even smashing her with a stick, her jade teeth clenched, her feet kicked back, and she held a sword in both hands to meet the fallen cooked copper rod.

There was a loud bang. Mei'er and Xiaoding were separated with the sound, Mei'er fell rapidly, and a green shadow rushed to support Mei'er's delicate body and landed steadily beside the iron man at ten feet. It turned out that Feng Yang had a bad premonition when he saw Mei'er's cooked copper rod that resisted Xiaoding, and he was ready to respond, and when he saw Mei'er being injured and flying backwards, he rushed to the rescue in time.

Feng Yang carefully put down Mei'er in his arms, took out the pill from his arms and fed Mei'er, and used his skills to help Mei'er push the effect of the medicine. When Xiao Ding on the other side flew out upside down, he was also picked up by Wei Bing, who was wearing a white tattoo mask on the right, and also helped him heal his injuries.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence on the field.

Ten breaths later, Feng Yang, who was helping Mei'er heal, slowly withdrew his hand, and looked at Xiao Ding, who was sitting on the ground to heal his wounds, with a gloomy face.

After nearly half a cup of tea, Xiao Ding picked up his efforts and stood up with a cooked copper rod.

Feng Yang kicked Xiao Ding coldly, and said to Xiao Ding lightly without any emotion: "You hurt my sister Mei'er, should you give something back?"

As soon as Xiao Ding stood still, he saw Feng Yang's words as soon as he fell, and he attacked him, and hurriedly waved the cooked copper rod in his hand to resist.

"Kid must not be arrogant!" Wei Bingshu, who was standing behind Xiao Ding, shouted, and pulled out his Emei thorn to attack from Feng Yang's left.

"Stinky and shameless two dozen one. Mei'er scolded and danced, rubbing the long sword in her hand and attacking it.

"Sister Mei'er, you just got injured and still swept me on the side, these two miscellaneous fish can't hurt me, you can rest assured. Feng Yang stretched out his palm to hit the cooked copper rod, and with a swing of his right sleeve, he swept away the Emei thorn that Wei Bing had stabbed, and his left palm struck Xiao Ding at the same time and said softly to Mei'er.

"Brother Yang, are you sure these two thieves can't hurt you?"

"Don't worry, they can't hurt me. ”

"Okay, you can help me break my hands with crutches. Mei'er withdrew and retreated to the iron man's side, glaring at them on the field.

"You kid is crazy enough, let Lao Tzu teach you how to be a man. When Wei Bing heard the conversation between Feng Yang and Mei'er, he couldn't help but be born from the side of his guts, and the Emei thorn in his hand waved quickly, blocking the three roads on Feng Yang's left with a 'sizzling' sound of breaking the air.

Xiao Ding couldn't suppress the cooked copper rod in his hand without reservation, and waved a pale golden shield to the right side of the wind.