In the next few days, He Yi would go to the mountains every day to hunt some wild animals, and share food with everyone in the village.

Gradually, the women and children here also completely let down their vigilance against He Yi and became more and more familiar.

He Yi told them these two ways of life, telling them to choose for themselves, and after some deliberation, they finally decided to move to the town in the south en masse.

After all, you still have to live.

Now that he has made up his mind, He Yi has temporarily solved the problem of eating, and there is a little more breath of life in the village, sewing and mending, collecting everywhere, preparing for the next move, and a few days have passed.

Ordinary people are so simple and easy to satisfy.

Until the evening of this day, a heart-rending cry broke the silence of the entire sunset.

"Please, give back my child!!"

This miserable cry spread throughout the border villages, startling many women who were working.

As he went, he saw a woman lying on the dirt at the entrance of the village, crying like a tearful man.

In front of her, there were several people dressed as cultivators who stopped her.

The man in the middle was holding a crying girl in his arms, obviously holding it under his armpit, but his face pretended to be dignified, and he said in a deliberative tone: "This child of your family has extraordinary qualifications, if he can enter my sect to practice, he will become a great weapon in the future." ”

How dare the women on the ground let them take away their children? She quickly grabbed the waist of a monk's boot and cried, "Please spare my children! The men have been taken away by you, and if even the children are gone, how will we live! Please, please!"

This crying and choking cry is full of tears, touching the eyes and hearts, making people feel uncomfortable.

There were more than a dozen women around, some of whom stood in front of the house and watched, all of them looking frightened.

None of them dared to come forward to stop them, fearing that they would end up in the same fate again, but they desperately pushed their children into the house and did not let them out, for fear that they would be robbed by them again.

"This is not to be mixed up!" the monk's tone instantly increased a little, and he glanced at the person beside him.

The man understood, took the blade out of its sheath, and laid it in front of the woman's head.

"I am Zhou Cheng, an outer disciple of the Qi Cultivation Sect, and I am discussing with you at this time to give you face! If you don't agree, don't blame me for using force!"

Seeing that there is going to be a death.

"What are you guys doing!"

He Yi had just returned from hunting outside, and when he saw such an unbearable scene, he suddenly became angry, threw the prey on his shoulder, and rushed over quickly.

He lifted the woman on the ground up, and when he saw the person holding the child hostage on the other side, dressed as a monk, he immediately understood what had happened.

Cultivators! Cultivators again!

The man in the village is not satisfied with the emotional trick of deceiving him, and now he is coming to snatch the child again?

"Let go!" He Yi grabbed Zhou Cheng's wrist, pinched it on the opponent's soft tendons, and then pulled and pushed hard, and Zhou Cheng suddenly stumbled.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Yi hurriedly snatched the child over and returned it to the woman.

Mother and daughter hugged each other and couldn't cry.

"Who are you!" waited for Zhou Cheng to stabilize his body and couldn't help but ask.

He couldn't help but wonder a little, hadn't all the men in the village been sent to that place, but where did this guy come from?

Secretly shaking his wrist that was pinched, Zhou Cheng said in his heart that this person's strength is quite large, and it seems that he is not a good stubble.

However, if you dare to provoke yourself in this acre and three points of land, you are looking for excitement.

"Who are you?" He Yi stared at Zhou Cheng, his eyes were fierce, and the murderous moment suddenly appeared.

Since these people were all dressed as cultivators, and they were all powerful characters, he couldn't help but be wary.

Seeing that He Yi was menacing and didn't answer his words, Zhou Cheng was also a little annoyed.

As a disciple of the Qi Cultivation Sect, although he was a registered disciple of the outer sect, he was also something that ordinary people would not dare to provoke.

The person in front of him ignored his question so much, and it was clear that he didn't take himself seriously.

"Take it for me!" Zhou Cheng said.

The entourage beside him got the order and surrounded He Yi.

At this moment, He Yi's pupils suddenly contracted to a point, and the Demon Slaying Sword quickly slid down from the sleeve robe, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and without saying a word, he swung a sword at several people!

Break the character and use it, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal!

Decisive killing!

He Yi, who had just come out of the snow field, was already in a state of nervousness, he had seen the strength of the cultivators who surrounded and suppressed the snow beasts, but he didn't know the depth of these people in front of him, so he had to go all out with his sword!

"Broken!"

The broken characters on the tip of the sword lit up with a little golden light, and there was a piercing sound of breaking the sky when it was swung.

Swing your sword, put it away.

In a moment's breath, several big heads rose into the sky, and blood rushed into the air, spilling into a rain of blood.

"How can it be so weak?"

Looking at the several headless corpses that fell to the ground, He Yi couldn't help frowning, a little unclear. He even had some suspicions that these people in front of him were simply pretending to be cultivators.

"Kill, kill..."

The women and children of the town screamed in terror and hid in their houses.

The monk's face turned pale, he really didn't expect the other party to deal with his entourage so neatly.

There are many people to show the public, this is a trick they never get tired of, they originally thought that as long as a few people on their side surrounded He Yi, the other party would naturally be afraid and surrender, but how did they know that what they encountered today was a hard bone?

"You, you dare to kill my person, I'm a disciple of the Qi Sect!" Zhou Cheng suddenly shuddered a little.

Practice Qi Sect!

The culprit who bewitched the man who took away the whole village and robbed the whole village of food!

He Yi sneered and looked at Zhou Cheng and said, "You guys are really ghostly, if there are people like you in that Qi Cultivation Sect, I will step on your sect sooner or later!"

After the action just now, He Yi decided that these people in front of him must be the kind of people who are pretending to be cultivators and swaggering around, and they will only use some tricks to confuse the people and make them take the initiative to hand over their food and property.

A true cultivator, in the face of a terrifying existence like the Snow Beast Xuanming, can talk and laugh, how can he be like them, so weak that he can't even take a sword?

"You...... Who the hell are you?" Zhou Cheng was terrified.

"What is my identity, you also deserve to know?" He Yi said viciously, taking advantage of the other party's stunned kung fu, He Yi swung the demon slaying sword and slashed at Zhou Cheng's head!

"Ahh

Seeing a cold light in front of him, Zhou Cheng was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head to dodge.

The blade of the Demon Slaying Sword was almost close to his scalp, and Zhou Cheng wanted to retreat, but he was tripped by a stubborn stone under his feet, sat on the ground, and fell into a mess.

Although the sword did not kill him, it cut off all the hair on the top of his head and turned him into a bald scoop.

As soon as the cold wind blew in the sky, Zhou Cheng only felt that it was cold above his head, and he couldn't help but shiver, as funny as he looked.

Seeing that strange appearance, the little girl behind He Yi burst out laughing, forgetting Fang Cai's horror.

"I've been almost ready for the past few days, so let's leave early and find another place to live. He Yi walked over, reached out and touched the girl's head, and said to the woman.

"Thank you, thank you, save your life, never forget! Ah Li, thank you uncle!" the woman wept, pulled her daughter and knelt down towards He Yi.

"Thank you, little uncle!" The little girl named Ah Li knelt in front of He Yi, and kept kowtowing under her mother's signal, which was really knocked on the ground, banging, and after a few strokes, the color of bruises appeared on her immature forehead.

He Yi was so sad that he hurriedly hugged Ah Li and gently wiped her forehead.

Life in the north is already miserable, and it is next to the barren land of the northern wilderness and snow field, no matter what happens, it is the ordinary people who suffer.

"Pavilion, who is Your Excellency?" Zhou Cheng said in disbelief, he was originally a master who bullied the weak and feared the hard, and after this change, he was giving him ten dares, and he didn't dare to say some cruel words again.

After all, if that sword is cut on the neck, I am afraid that I will already be in a different place and will not die well.

Although Zhou Cheng was only an outer disciple of the Qi Cultivation Sect, he had also heard that something big was going to happen in the sect recently, but he had no right to know the specific matters, but in the past few days, within their sect, there was indeed a move to invite them to summon all the cultivation factions and cultivation families in the world to come.

Could it be that the person in front of him is also a member of some Xiuzhen sect or a Xiuzhen family?

Zhou Cheng had all kinds of doubts in his heart, and then looked at He Yi's outfit, silver silk collared shirt, black pattern thousand-character dress, green jade belt around his waist, Zhu Mo stepping on cloud boots, a cold and arrogant air on his face, and the long sword in his hand was not an ordinary product.

The more he looked, the more Zhou Cheng muttered in his heart, touching his bare head, and regretting it in his heart.

"Still asking, do you want to die?" He Yi stared at Zhou Cheng, a cold light flashing in his eyes.