The red sun is rising, the water is murmuring, and the leaves are flying.

On the bluestone, an old man in a moon-white robe sat cross-legged, his expression was quiet, and he breathed in the aura of heaven and earth, like an immortal. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, and said softly: "Xiaoyou, why is it so quiet this time?"

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and said, "Ox Nose Palm Sect seniors, I have something to ask for, but I don't know how to speak." ”

Lao Dao chuckled and said, "What the hell are you trying to do again?"

Yan Shan said: "This time I am serious. ”

Lao Dao stroked his beard lightly and said slowly: "You might as well talk about it first." ”

Yan Shan Zhengse said: "I need two Righteous Qi Pills. ”

The corners of Lao Dao's mouth twitched, and he chuckled: "Do you think the Righteous Qi Pill is a sugar ball? Also, didn't you just give you three pills not long ago?"

Yan Shan smiled lightly: "Those three grains were won by me through a bet, and I paid the price of blood." ”

Lao Dao snorted coldly and said, "Then I want to see what tricks you will have today?"

Yan Shan didn't say a word, and knelt on the ground.

Lao Dao frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Yan Shan shook his head slightly.

Lao Dao said again: "Could it be that I was stimulated and had a problem with my head?"

Yan Shan still shook his head.

Lao Dao looked Yanshan up and down, and after pondering for a long time, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms. He glanced at the small porcelain vase, then at Yan Shan, and finally threw the small porcelain vase out.

Yan Shan took the small porcelain vase, smiled happily, thanked him, and ran away.

Looking at the thin figure that was gradually moving away, Lao Dao sighed lightly and muttered: "Stinky boy, you must take care of yourself!"

On the way back, Yanshan was overjoyed. The toxins in the blood collapsed at the touch of a touch in front of the medicinal power of the Righteous Qi Pill and the extremely domineering energy. The toxins in the eight veins of the Qi Jing also gradually dissipated. The internal forces are recovering at a perceptible rate.

After about an hour, Yanshan returned to the foot of the mountain, but saw a group of people blocking the way.

Yan Shan didn't say a word, the black sword shadow flickered, and the rusty long sword slashed across a person's right arm, and the sleeve faded away, revealing a blue broken sword.

Before the group could come to their senses, the rusty sword had already slashed through the throats of the seven people.

The next moment, all kinds of blades came out and killed Yanshan.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, and swung out a sword, as fast as a ghost. He followed a strange trajectory and wandered through the crowd. The rusty sword was like a hell's scythe, constantly reaping life.

In less than a stick of incense, twenty-seven people were wiped out. Before the arrow in the hand of a thin man could be fired, he fell to the ground, and a shallow blood streak appeared in his throat.

Yan Shan did not rush up the mountain, but plundered into the mountain forest, looking for prey like a hunter.

In about half an hour, Yanshan broke through each and killed a total of 65 people in the mountains and forests. He calculated in his heart that he would kill a total of ninety-two people in the mountains and forests and at the foot of the mountains. If all the halls were to be dispatched, there should still be a team of twelve people still in the mountains. Moreover, the hall master and the killer powerhouse are also in this squad.

In the middle of the mountains, in front of a cave.

Beigong Duge sat cross-legged and sat quietly, looking calm.

Ren Yong held a long sword, his face was cold, and he was protecting in front of Beigong Duge Ge. Blood dripped down the placket of his clothes, and he was already wounded.

In the battle circle, seven men were besieging Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao. Two of them are not weak in martial arts cultivation, and they may be in the middle of Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao. With the help of five people, with seven against two, he had a slight upper hand.

Li Ruoxian's body technique is agile, his sword technique is elegant, the cyan sword shadow is constantly flashing, and the invisible sword qi is extremely powerful. She looked indifferent, and in the midst of her disadvantages, she calmly dealt with them.

Ma Buyao stepped on the exquisite footwork, and his body was erratic, fast as a ghost. Her sword is as swift as the wind, fierce and ruthless.

If it is a long battle, Li Ruoxian and Ma Buyao will definitely be defeated.

There were five corpses lying on the ground, blood still dried, apparently not long dead.

Ren Yong glanced at the sky, looking forward to Yan Shan appearing soon.

Suddenly, a gray figure swept into the battle circle. The shadow of the black sword flashed, and the rusty sword slashed through the throats of the two of them. The tide of battle turned in an instant.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a man in a purple shirt immediately made a decision and shouted: "Withdraw!"

Before the words fell, the five of them dispersed.

The horse walked out three feet, and the long sword pierced into the vest of a person and came out through the chest. The man was killed instantly.

Li Ruoxian jumped up slightly, and the cyan sword shadow slashed through the air, slashing out three arcs in a row. The invisible sword qi swept by, blood splattered, and one person fell to the ground in response.

Before making a move, Yan Shan had already calculated: if the Remnant Sword Hall Master wanted to escape, unless Beigong Duge made a move, he would not be able to keep it at all. However, the killer powerhouse still has a chance to stay.

When the rusty long sword slashed through the throats of the two of them, Yan Shan stabbed at a man in green clothes. When the man in Tsing Yi swept out of the five feet, the rusty long sword pierced into his vest. The black sword shadow flashed, and Yan Shan's figure turned slightly, chasing after another person. In less than a stick of incense, another person fell in the mountain forest. He looked frightened, his eyes widened, and a shallow mark of blood appeared on his throat.

Not long after, Yan Shan came to the body of the man in Tsing Yi again. The black sword shadow flickered, and the rusty long sword slashed across the right arm of the man in green clothes, and the sleeve faded away, revealing a broken cyan sword.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, proud in his heart.

Ma Buyao wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, smiled, and said, "Brother Yan, it's good to have you!"

Li Ruoxian glanced at Yan Shan and said with a light smile: "If it comes to killing, I am ashamed of myself." ”

Yan Shan smiled, walked quickly to Beigong Duge and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and offered it with both hands.

Beigong Duge looked moved, hurriedly took the small porcelain bottle, and sighed lightly: "This Taoist elixir is difficult to buy, how precious is it?

Yan Shan touched his nose with his hand and said with a wry smile: "I have been neighbors with the predecessors of the Shangqing Taiping Palace for a few years, and my friendship is not bad!"

Beigong Duge looked strange and thoughtful. After a few moments, he uncorked the bottle, poured out a crystal white pill, and put it in his mouth. Then, he corked the bottle and wanted to return the small porcelain bottle to Yanshan.

Yan Shan hurriedly said: "Senior, I have taken one pill, and all the residual poison has been removed." You'd better keep this one!"

Hearing this, everyone present was dumbfounded. Such a handiwork is rare in the world.

Li Ruoxian smiled, her eyes were confused, and she seemed to think of something.

Beigong Duge smiled bitterly: "Then I will thank Little Brother Yan!" As he spoke, he put the small porcelain vase into his arms.

After a quarter of an hour's rest, the group left. This time, instead of continuing deep into the mountains, they shifted laterally.