Lin Yi's heart turned, but his face did not change at all, and he said lightly: "I don't know your senior brother, this sword was bought from the bazaar by Poor Dao. ”

"Fart!" Qiu Feng obviously didn't believe it, "This sword is a spiritual weapon, there are only a few in our Xuanling Dao Sect, it is extremely precious, how can it appear in the bazaar!"

"Stinky Daoist, say, was our senior brother killed by you?"

Lin Yi knew that he was speechless, and it was useless to say anything.

The wooden sword was in his hand, it was real, Qiu Feng would not believe him.

"Yes and what, no matter what, I am afraid that you will not succeed!" Lin Yi simply did not avoid it, because this disaster obviously could not be avoided.

Before disaster comes, it is better to prevent it than to prevent it.

When disaster comes, be bold and deal with it.

He is not afraid of Qiu Feng's three guys, the only thing he is afraid of is the Xuanling Dao Sect.

Fighting against a sect on your own?

Lin Yiwei was so arrogant.

The best way is to kill all three of Qiu Feng, so that they can't report to their fellow disciples, so as to prevent future troubles.

Thinking about it, there was murder in his eyes.

Qiu Feng and the three of them were also murderous, wanting to avenge their senior brother and snatch back the wooden sword.

When the two sides confronted each other, Ah Mao was very clever and quickly untied the ropes from the other seven children.

The eight children all hid behind Lin Yi, trembling with fear and crying non-stop.

"Ah Mao, take them home, the sooner the better!"

Lin Yizheng said.

These eight children are easy to distract him.

"Hmm!"

Ah Mao was quite responsible at the critical moment, and immediately beckoned his younger brothers and sisters to go with him, "Leave with my brother, quickly!"

"Keep up!"

"Don't cry, don't be afraid, Brother Taoist will defeat the bad guys. ”

......

Qiu Feng and the three of them looked at each other, although they didn't speak, they understood each other's meaning by looking at their eyes.

It seems that they will not easily let go of the fat in their hands.

"Kill!"

Qiu Feng took the lead in taking out the sword, his figure fluttered left and right, and instantly exerted ten percent of his strength, and the sword followed the shadow, tricky and weird.

One person and one sword, and rushed to Lin Yi at the same time.

It caused a murderous and cold wind.

Lin Yi held the wooden sword in one hand and the thunder talisman in the other.

Swish!

Without any tricks, the wooden sword slashed down in the air, and it slammed into the air.

In an instant, the thunder talisman in his left hand was released and thrown towards Qiu Feng.

In the case of precautions, the effect of the charm is greatly reduced.

Seeing Fu flying, Qiu Feng first slashed out several sword qis, and then retreated.

The thunder charm exploded, boom!

The impact swept away all around, like a strong wind, causing the hill wind to retreat again and again.

Unfortunately, it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

As soon as Qiu Feng retreated, another monk walked around behind Lin Yi and sneaked in.

The long sword showed its edge, without mercy.

Lin Yi had to turn around to deal with it, the wooden sword was picked, pressed, and slashed, steadily blocked, and defended as an attack.

"Stinky Taoist, no matter how many means you have, two fists are hard to beat four hands, hehe!"

Qiu Feng had the chance to win, and immediately turned around to counterattack and attack Lin Yi's back.

The two of them attacked left and right, steadily suppressing Lin Yi.

As Qiu Feng said, two fists are hard to beat four hands, ordinary people fight like this, and so do monks.

Unless the realm and strength are crushed, it will be difficult to have more than a dozen.

Fortunately, Lin Yi used the Five Thunder Talisman to abolish one of them first, otherwise he would not have much chance of winning against three monks at the same time.

"Not good!"

The situation was worse than he thought.

The monk with the broken arm didn't attack Lin Yi at all, he turned around and suddenly chased in the direction of the village.

No need to guess, it must be chasing eight children.

Although he lost his right arm, he still dealt with eight children with ease.

Oh no!

Lin Yi was anxious, and the wooden sword swung faster and faster, wanting to repel Qiu Feng and the others, and get out to stop the Broken Arm Monk.

But Qiu Feng and the others are not stupid, they have premeditated.

They are not in a hurry to win, they only need to entangle Lin Yi, and they will definitely let Lin Yi show his flaws.

As a result, Lin Yi fell even more behind.

......

At night.

Mao ran wild with a group of children.

Fortunately, it is not far from the village, and they all know the way.

It's just that because of his young age, his legs and feet can't run fast.

In particular, the youngest girl, who was only five years old, fell to the ground after running two steps, crying and wah.

Among these children, Ah Mao was the oldest, and he had to play the role of a big brother, and quickly carried the girl on his back, "Run!

The children were less scared and ran forward.

Wow!

Poof!

Seeing that the village was not far ahead, the children had no time to rejoice, when they suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind them.

One after the other.

When I looked back, I saw a figure chasing after me.

The man's right arm was mutilated, his flesh was blurred, and his face was so hideous that the children cried in unison.

"Bunnies, do you want to run?"

The monk with the broken arm caught up with him in three steps and two steps, and with a single scoop of his left hand, he grabbed a little boy and clamped it under his armpit like a rabbit.

"Help, help! Brother Mao, help me!"

The little boy was so frightened that he shouted.

Mao was very calm, and first told the girl and the other children to run quickly, and then turned back on himself, and with a hard effort of his legs, a rabbit pounced on the eagle, and pounced on the monk with the broken arm, and beat him desperately.

How can he compare his stature with that of a monk?

Punched a few times but there was no response.

The Broken-Arm Monk laughed, clipped Mao under his armpit with his hands, and continued to chase after him.

"Badass!

Ah Mao scolded and struggled, and when he saw the monk's left hand dangling in front of him, he was in a hurry, grabbed it and opened his mouth to bite it.

Riveting with all your might, click a bite!

"Ahh

The monk with the broken arm was in pain, instinctively shook off his arm, and when he looked closely, blood was gushing from his palm, and the wound was not shallow.

Ah Mao's mouth was also ruthless enough, and he almost bit off a piece of meat.

"Run!"

After landing on the ground, Ah Mao hurriedly picked up the little boy and urged him to run, turned around and pounced on the monk with the broken arm, hugged his thigh, and bit down again.

Ah Mao had no other tricks, so he clung to the monk's leg and bit like a dog.

Not to mention, he didn't have much strength, but his teeth were sharp, and the monk's legs were covered with blood.

"Bunny!"

Enraged, the Monk with the Severed Arm grabbed Ah Mao by the hair and lifted him up, falling downwards and slamming him to the ground.

Syllable!

Immediately afterwards, another slap was slapped on Ah Mao's face, which made him dizzy, and his face instantly swollen a large piece.

Fortunately, the Monk with the Broken Arm maintained a trace of sanity in his anger, knowing that if he killed someone, he would not be able to sell it for money, and his success would be lost, otherwise he would throw a punch with all his might, and Ah Mao's soul would definitely return to the Western Heavens.

Ah Mao's temperament was very hard, and after being slapped, he lay on the ground for a while, and suddenly got up again and hugged the thigh of the monk with a broken arm, and refused to let go.

The monk with a broken arm was so angry that he slapped him several times, beating Ah Mao to the point that he vomited blood in his mouth, and his face was swollen like a ball, which was miserable.

He was so confused that he couldn't see anything in front of him.

With just one breath, he dragged the monk with the severed arm and refused to let go.

Fortunately, it was not far from the village, and the seven children ran back to the village with their belts, and hurriedly called for the adults to help.

The villagers were stunned and didn't know what was going on.

A few children couldn't tell clearly, only that Brother Mao was caught by the villains and was in danger.

The villagers didn't bother to ask too much, and rushed out of the village with pickaxes, shovels, and sticks.

"Where's the villain?"

"Dare to hurt our baby, kidnap him!"

"Save Ah Mao!"

Hearing the shouts of the villagers, the monk with the broken arm was afraid.

The cultivator is also flesh and blood, plus the loss of an arm, his strength has been greatly reduced, and he can't take the slightest advantage when he really fights with this group of villagers.

When people come around with a pickaxe and a shovel, he has to take a break.

"Bastard!"

Enraged, the Severed-Arm Monk grabbed the half-unconscious Ah Mao and hurriedly fled into the distance.