Completely ignoring the existence of the Swift Tiger. The swift tiger couldn't listen to it anymore, and scolded angrily: "Little lady raised, if I catch you, I will eat you alive!"

"Then let's catch it!" said Ink Shadow lazily.

The torches in the forest immediately danced, and the tiger was not stupid, knowing that the sound came from overhead, and that the man must have been obscured by the dense foliage.

He made a gesture, and his men instantly threw the torches above their heads. The torches swirled and danced upwards in the air, illuminating the entire line of sight.

The subordinates who were already a little frightened in their hearts, it was okay not to throw the torch, but as soon as the torch was thrown, their eyes were staring at the sky above their heads, and one of the subordinates with the most sharp eyes suddenly shouted: Ah, dragon, there is a dragon, there is a dragon!

Sometimes the sound bursts out at the right time, it really scares people into weak legs, and a few timid subordinates also saw the flying dragon overhead, they have only heard of it, they have seen it with their own eyes, and after a glance, they all lie on the ground, and they don't even have the courage to raise their heads......

The torches that fell to the ground were scattered around them, making some "poof" sounds, and their bodies couldn't help but start to tremble......

These subordinates usually kill people without blinking, but they didn't expect that the scene at this moment was really ridiculous. Mo Ying suddenly said loudly: "Those who are lying on their stomachs don't eat, and those who are standing are torn apart." ”

His words were like the legendary black and white impermanence that came to ask for his life, and under the angry shouting, there was a sound of "ding ding ding clang" throwing weapons in his ears, it seems that these people didn't think about resisting at all?

Of course, no one dares to resist, after all, the dragon is a god of the sky, symbolizing power, honor, auspiciousness, and controlling the rain and the wind, which is a myth that every person of the Tang Empire has heard since childhood, and it is also the belief in the heart of the people from childhood to adulthood.

But there is one exception, and the tiger is an exception! He looked at his subordinates lying on the ground, his lungs were about to explode, he roared loudly, and said angrily: "Get up, pick up your knives on the ground, hold the bow behind your back, and go and kill him for me! You are the best soldiers! Not ordinary people with hoes!"

No, it's just a further proof of Ben Thunder Fist, a confirmation of Mo Ying's guess.

But not to mention, this group of subordinates usually believe in the tiger the most, not only because of his boxing skills, but also because he can emit black smoke from his fists. What's more, this tiger can really be a good boss, and he always thinks about the brothers first when there is something good.

One of the men picked up the weapon on the ground, and everyone picked it up.

They looked up into the air, and the scales on their blue-blue bodies reflected their own still somewhat panicked faces, which made them panic for a moment.

Seeing this, the tiger shouted, "Release the arrow!"

In an instant, with the bow in hand, countless arrows shot out of the string and shot towards the flying dragon overhead.

"Be careful!" the three women reminded in unison.

The tiger glanced at the three women, thinking to himself that at such a close distance, it is useless for you to tear your throat, who doesn't know how arrogant and domineering the hard bow in my Tang Imperial Army is?

The bow is a wanderer's bow, and the arrow is a crescent arrow, the bow is strong, and the arrow from the string is as eager as the wanderer returning home.

A victor's smile appeared on the face of the swift tiger, at such a close distance, he expected that even if the dragon in the air could really sweep away some of the arrows like a dragon swinging its tail, it would still be shot in the end, as long as an arrow was shot, he was 100% sure that the dragon would definitely fall to the ground with a "bang".

However, the gossip was too slow, but it was fast and lightning fast. When the arrow branch was less than three feet away from Lan Yan's body, Lan Yan suddenly twisted his body, hooked his tail back, and swept across, and the arrow branch that was about to be shot was really swept down by a dragon swing tail.

It seems that the legend is true, the dragon really knows how to swing the tail of the dragon. Didn't come what the tiger had dreamed of? Not a single branch, not a single shot. Instead, the swept arrows whirred, and two impartial shots hit the legs of the two men.

They let out a pig slaughter cry and shouted, "Boss, boss, detoxify, detoxify." ”

When Mo Ying heard this, he was instantly angry, and shouted angrily: "This kind of despicable, shameless, dirty, and insidious means that can't be put on the table, you are a general who is a scoundrel and a ruffian, can you use him in the army? You dare to shoot my family's beautiful and heroic Miss Lanyan, I think you are a big bug who wants to die and doesn't know how to write the word death!

As soon as the words fell, Miss Lan Yan immediately looked energetic, he raised his head, and then stabbed directly towards the ground, when he was about to touch the ground, his head suddenly lifted up, and flew into the air, the huge dragon body passed by the ground, the tail suddenly shook, swept over, and smashed on the two of the arrows, only to see the figure fly out instantly, and even the screams and pain that should have been frightened did not make the slightest ......

The conceivable speed stunned all the people present, and they watched the flying dragon shuttle like watching a trick. On the back of the wyvern sat a handsome boy and a teenage child, and there was no trace of panic on their faces.

It just so happened that this combination of big and small cooperated very tacitly, when the person who hit the arrow in the flying dragon looked up towards the sky, the two floated down, the handsome young man was dressed in white, with a big sword behind his back, and his falling posture was handsome and elegant, like a heavenly soldier descending.

The child's two immature hands were crossed in front of his chest, and he pouted a small mouth, and the little pigtails behind his head were straight into the air because of the evening breeze and falling, like a short whip raised in anger, revealing full strength.

As soon as the two of them landed, Mo Ying said, "Xuanzi, they handed it over to you!"

Xiao Xuanzi sighed and then asked, "Why am I not you?"

"Because you're better than me, my brother has more important things to do. ”

"Oh!" Xiao Xuanzi nodded and replied, looking at the tiger opposite with clear eyes, not in a hurry.

Mo Ying actually did it on purpose, he knew that Xiao Xuanzi's cultivation realm was already immeasurable, and in terms of level, he was indeed better than himself. Since he is powerful, he wants to take a good look at how this little monk with hair will fight?

What's more, at the moment when he decided to show up, he had already remembered who the familiar voice was, and he had also guessed the relationship between the three people. Beishan has the biggest rules since ancient times, and he has to finish the salute first.

He walked towards the three women, with a faint smile on his face, this faint smile fell in the eyes of one of the women, she was inexplicably a little flustered, her pretty face flushed, she remembered the scene in the corner of the bamboo house in the crazy pen, she saw the happiness of him and another beautiful woman......

"Disciple has seen Senior Aunt!" Mo Ying saluted respectfully.

"Are you?" asked the older woman, who had never seen the ink shadow.

"Don't be Moying!" Moying said with a proud face.

"You're the kid in the scholar's mouth?"

"Exactly!" After Mo Ying finished speaking, he moved his gaze to the woman on the side and said, "How is Xiao Yu lately?"

You Xiaoyou, who was in a daze, was suddenly stunned, and said in a panic: "Senior brother, how are you doing lately?"

Mo Ying nodded silently, then looked at the other woman and asked, "Are you Qin Mei'er?"

The woman nodded and smiled, then asked, "Do you know me?"

"Guess! I don't know Mom!" replied casually, looking a little disrespectful.

Although Qin Mei'er is not a disciple who lives in another mountain, she is also a personal disciple of Yan Feiyan, the saint of another mountain, so she is still a disciple of another mountain. Seeing that Mo Ying was so rude, he said coldly: "How can you guess? I can't spare you if I can't tell you." ”

"I've guessed right, haven't I?" replied Ink Shadow casually.

"You, Master, do you see him so arrogant?" he ......" Qin Mei'er looked angry.

Yan Feiyan didn't feel anything wrong, they were all juniors, and there was nothing wrong with bickering. From the fact that he scolded this tiger just now, he knew that when it came to bickering, I am afraid that no one in the entire Beishan except for scholars would be his opponent.

But why did this young man talk like this as soon as they met?

So he asked, "Shadow seems to have something to say?"

Mo Ying saluted first, and then said: "People are so beautiful, and wisdom must keep up, and you can't talk nonsense." As a disciple of Beishan, I know my uncle's apprentice You Xiaoyou, and You Xiaoyou and she just called you Senior Lady? As a disciple of Beishan, I naturally know who the senior aunt in the mouth of the second senior brother Lin Leng is, and of course I also know who the apprentice of the senior aunt is!"

After Mo Ying finished speaking, Qin Mei'er was unhappy, now it's okay, she was still arrogant just now, and now she directly said that she was talking nonsense. People are so handsome, but their mouths are so nasty.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, Beishan Shengyan Yan Feiyan stopped her and said, "What your senior brother said is true, Mei'er should study more in the future!"

"Yes!Master!" Qin Mei was not happy, but how could he dare to refute Master's words?

If Mo Yingying didn't see it, he looked at You Xiaoyou and said, "You accompany the master, I appreciate the little monk fighting!"

You Xiaoyou nodded obediently, and whispered in Yan Feiyan's ear: "Master, you see that he also calls you Master!"

Yan Feiyan smiled and said, "He is indeed different, with your uncle's unruliness, no wonder the senior brother will praise him." ”

"I don't see any difference in him, but he has a nasty mouth. Qin Mei'er pouted dissatisfied.

Yan Feiyan smiled silently, as if Mo Ying's sentence gave him the hope of rebirth, or the young man who saw the praise of the mad scholar, as if he saw the shadow of the scholar in him?

She took out a small emerald green porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out a pill, put it in her mouth, and then quietly looked at the little boy who was struggling with the tiger in front of her, the little monk in the mouth of the ink shadow.

I only heard the little monk say: "You eavesdropped on my fifth brother's speech, it's almost, can you fight this fight?"

It's not that the tiger doesn't fight, he just doesn't want to make a rash move, and he has to find out the identity of the person who came before he starts, right?

Now it was clear, and when he heard a child urging himself so arrogantly, he immediately became angry and said, "Little fart child, my lord beat your ass to bloom." ”

"Cut! Who doesn't know that the ass is blooming?"