"Miss Jiang, don't worry, we will meet again one day. ”

Qiao Yuan showed a gentle smile on his face and said quite confidently.

After speaking, he raised his hand and waved, opened a gap in the prohibition of the painting boat, and motioned for Jiang Rujing and Jiang Rumeng to leave first.

The two women were not pretentious, nodded and smiled, and then jumped out of the forbidden gap, and each flew towards Donglai Country at the fastest speed.

With the two of them taking the lead, other women also bid farewell to Qiao Yuan, of course, the words of this resignation also contained concerns and worries that I didn't know whether it was true or not.

After all, they knew that they were all small shrimps, and the person chasing after them must be for Qiao Yuan, if he persisted for longer, the better their chances of survival.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left on the painting boat, Qiao Yuan turned his head and looked at Hu Yu's face, and saw that the worry in her eyes was extremely strong, so he couldn't help but step forward and pat her on the shoulder, comforting.

"Girl, I know that you are smarter than Jiang Rujing, you don't have to stay with me, before that person catches up, leave quickly." ”

"Childe, the slave didn't stay on purpose, to show you, Childe saved the slave and maid in times of crisis, and the slave's life is Childe's, even if he dies for Childe, the slave and maid are willing. ”

Hu Yu heard the meaning of Qiao Yuan's words, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and then the sadness disappeared and turned into a resolute one.

After saying that, she took out a pink elixir and swallowed it with her mouth open.

"What do you do?"

Qiao Yuan's expression changed slightly, and his gaze at Hu Yu was different, it could be seen that she swallowed the pill, and when she was puzzled, she subconsciously held her chin, wanting her to spit out the pill.

It's a pity that the pill melted in his mouth, and in just a moment, Hu Yu's appearance changed.

Qiao Yuan looked at that delicate face and instantly became exactly like herself, and couldn't help but be quite moved, it turned out that she wanted to replace herself and lead away the pursuers.

It's a pity that this girl is too naïve, even if her body shape, appearance, breath and temperament are exactly the same as Qiao Yuan, but her cultivation is still in the late stage of foundation building.

It is a fantasy that the monks in the late stage of foundation building want to lure away the monks of the Yuan infant stage.

"Childe, go quickly, the slave will go and lead the people behind you. ”

Hu Yu said resolutely, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Since she was a child, she was cold-eyed by the clan because she came from the side branch of the Hu family, and because of her good looks, she was coveted by many people, and her parents and elders were Qi refining cultivators, so they couldn't give her any help at all.

For so many years, Hu Yu has struggled at the bottom of the cultivation realm, and he is not as good as a casual cultivator.

It wasn't until she became Qi Sihai's concubine that her life was better, but there was no one who was really good to her.

After meeting Qiao Yuan, Hu Yu at first only had the idea of exchanging beauty for protection.

But since yesterday, Qiao Yuan came like a god and rescued her on the verge of humiliation to death, Hu Yu secretly swore that her life in this life was Qiao Yuan's, even if she died.

"Girl, don't worry, although the person chasing me has a high cultivation, if he wants to kill me, it is impossible, you better run away with peace of mind. ”

Qiao Yuan's eyes softened, he stretched out his big hand and patted Hu Yu's shoulder, and after speaking, he didn't wait for Hu Yu to say more, grabbed her wrist and threw it directly out of the painting boat.

Hu Yu only felt that his body was wrapped in a breeze, and he flew away uncontrollably into the distance.

"Childe!"

With tears in her eyes, she shouted loudly, but in an instant, the painting boat behind her was covered by clouds and mist, and she could no longer see clearly.

Qiao Yuan retracted his gaze to look ahead, jumped out of the painting boat, put it in the storage ring, and stood in the air like this, quietly waiting for the black-haired old man chasing after him.

If his expectations were right, the black-haired old man should be the person behind the strong man, so it was not easy for Qiao Yuan to leave.

But his cultivation has gone further, and he is no longer the ant who was allowed to be manipulated by the Yuan Infant Monk back then, if he really fights, it is not certain who will win and who will lose.

The sound of breaking the sky roared, but in just a few dozen breaths, the black-haired old man crossed hundreds of miles and came to Qiao Yuan thousands of miles away.

"I don't know what happened when my predecessors chased me?"

Although the person who came was not good, he would not fight when he met, Qiao Yuan hugged his fist at the black-haired old man and asked politely.

The black-haired old man didn't speak immediately, his gaze fell on Qiao Yuan, first he looked carefully, and then he turned his gaze to Qiao Yuan's back, as if penetrating endless distances, and landed on the women who fled.

After a while, the black-haired old man's expression suddenly turned cold, and the powerful coercion of his body in the early stage of the Yuan Infant suddenly spread, pressing towards Qiao Yuan.

"Senior, what do you mean?"

Qiao Yuan immediately dispersed the coercion, his expression was also extremely cold, and he shouted coldly.

The black-haired old man seemed to have made up his mind, and he was reluctant to say a word, but his coercion became stronger and stronger, forcing Qiao Yuan's face to turn pale and step by step back.

"This kid has some skills, no wonder Kumahara planted it in his hands. ”

The black-haired old man saw that although Qiao Yuan retreated step by step, his steps were steady, and his breath was as usual, and he didn't seem to be affected much, so he secretly said in his heart.

Qiao Yuan knew that this person didn't speak, and he must not want to admit the relationship with the strong man, even so, then he had nothing to say, so he could only fight with all his might.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan turned his hand and took out the Fengyuan Sword, swinging the sword towards the black-haired old man.

The sword light roared, turning into a hurricane, and ten wind cyclones instantly condensed behind Qiao Yuan, following the hurricane at an extremely fast speed, approaching the black-haired old man.

If he fought from afar, with the majestic spiritual power of the Yuan Infant Monk, Qiao Yuan would have no chance of winning even if he was consumed, so he would only have some possibility to win in close combat.

When the black-haired old man saw that Qiao Yuan did not escape the counterattack, his heart sank, and he immediately became a little vigilant.

A monk who can cultivate to the infancy stage, which one has not experienced many tribulations, even if the scheming is not deep, but there should be no less caution.

What's more, this black-haired old man looks like an old fox who has lived for an unknown number of years.

As soon as he flicked his sleeves, a black wind rushed out of the black daze, colliding with the hurricane of sword light swung by Qiao Yuan.

There was no violent roar, but the whimpering sound of the wind was extremely harsh, which made Qiao Yuan's eardrums hurt, and he immediately mobilized his spiritual power to resist.

The invisible wind and the black wind are intertwined, and wherever they pass, not a single grass is left, and a cloud of dust is raised.

In the dusty sky, Qiao Yuan turned in the direction and rushed directly towards the black-haired old man from the side, and swung out another sword.

The black-haired old man's blow just now was just a temptation, knowing Qiao Yuan's depth, he snorted coldly, turned his hand and slapped it out.

In an instant, a palm print the size of three zhang flew out, and the black qi on it was tumbling, extremely calm.

Just a meeting, the sword light that Qiao Yuan swung out disappeared under the palm print, and the speed of the palm print did not decrease, chasing Qiao Yuan.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Qiao Yuan opened his mouth and spit out a small golden shield, the small shield was good in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it was three zhang high, just blocking the palm print completely.

A loud bang came out, and a strong force came from the golden scale shield, Qiao Yuan pressed his hands on the back of the shield, and kept retreating, and at the same time, he only felt that his qi and blood were surging, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

When the black-haired old man saw that the blow was effective, his whole body's spiritual power surged, and he turned his hand and slapped it again.

This time, the palm print was five zhang in size, and the coercion was even greater.

Qiao Yuan's expression was extremely solemn, knowing that if he didn't take the initiative, then this battle would be lost.

Thinking of this, his heart was crossed, and his hands pinched out a strange seal, and a moon-white mist slowly overflowed from his palm, and in a blink of an eye, a crane with white feathers and a red forehead condensed in front of him.

The crane seemed to have spirituality, raised its head and let out a hiss, flapped its wings, and flew straight to the palm print the size of five zhang.

"Moon Power Secret Technique?"

The black-haired old man, as a Yuan Infant Monk, was naturally well-informed, and he could see at a glance that what Qiao Yuan was using was the secret technique of moon power.

He was slightly stunned, and then saw the pitch-black palm print collide with the white crane, turning into black and white qi and slowly dissipating.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Yuan rushed to the black-haired old man twenty zhang in front of him again, this time he didn't want to let go of the opportunity, his hands waved rapidly, and the spiritual power was frantically poured into the Fengyuan Sword.

Dao Dao sword light turned into an afterimage, and went straight to the black-haired old man from all directions.

In addition, Qiao Yuan's heart moved, and immediately there was a black round wheel, which sealed the black-haired old man's retreat in a rotating way.

"Hmph! ”

The black-haired old man snorted coldly, and said a word for the first time, but his voice was low like cold ice rubbing, without the slightest temperature.

After that, he turned over, and the black big air was windless and automatic, turning into a cloud of black gas that firmly wrapped his whole person.

Hundreds of sword lights pierced into the black qi, like mud cows entering the sea, and there was no response at all.

Qiao Yuan's heart was stunned, and he controlled the black wheel to rotate outside, and did not rush into the black qi, while he himself stood ten zhang away with the Fengyuan Sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the black qi tumbled into a diamond-shaped pattern, aimed at Qiao Yuan, and then the diamond-shaped pattern shot straight towards Qiao Yuan's eyebrows at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

A sense of life and death crisis suddenly appeared, making cold sweat ooze from Qiao Yuan's forehead.

He knew that if he was hit by the diamond pattern, he would be half-crippled.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan couldn't care about hiding it, and silently recited the mantra of the instantaneous body technique in his heart, and his spiritual power was running rapidly, and before the diamond-shaped pattern came, he suddenly disappeared in place.

The diamond-shaped pattern fell into the air, and the black-haired old man hidden in the black qi was obviously stunned, and his face showed a hint of surprise, secretly saying that this kid not only knows the secret technique of moon power, but also the secret technique of teleportation.

Even so, the black-haired old man was just surprised, and he didn't have too many mood fluctuations.

After all, as a primordial infant cultivator, he could truly teleport the technique, not this kind of teleportation-like secret technique.

Thinking of this, the black-haired old man drew a diamond pattern in front of him with his right hand, and then he raised his hand and patted the center of his eyebrows, and the diamond-shaped sign between his eyebrows squirmed, as if he was alive.

The diamond-shaped sign separated a trace of black qi and merged into the diamond-shaped pattern, and the diamond-shaped pattern flew out and rushed towards Qiao Yuan again.

Qiao Yuan looked at the black qi, his expression became more and more solemn, just now he controlled the black wheel to rush into it, but he didn't find half a figure, as if the black-haired old man was completely integrated with the black qi.

But at this moment, the black qi was tumbling, and a diamond-shaped pattern flew out again, Qiao Yuan's face turned pale, and under the gritting of his teeth, he once again urged the instantaneous technique.