"Master, should we go and help? ”

Although Daochen Zhenren's cultivation is high, he is a hundred-year-old man after all, and his body is not as good as before, and the people of Nanyu Peak mainly practice spells, and the cultivation of the body is just to be able to withstand the powerful explosion of Xuanbing Jue, and he is not demanding, but the worst thing is that no matter who it is, he is never allowed to use mana in the Medicine Valley, which has led to heavy losses for Daochen Zhenren and his party.

Xin Yibo frowned tightly, and said in a low voice: "I don't have a good relationship with Dao Chen, I have fallen into such a field and have a great deal to do with him, if it weren't for him to stop me in every way, how could I not receive disciples?"

Qiu Ze closed his mouth, he didn't know what happened between Daochen Zhenren and Xin Yibo, but watching Daochen Zhenren's disciples fall one after another, he really couldn't bear it in his heart, so he had to turn his head and no longer look at the bloody battle.

"Alas, although Daochen and I don't agree, those disciples are innocent......" Xin Yibo sighed: "That's it, just help him once." ”

The spear in his hand made a deafening hiss, Xin Yibo's voice did not arrive, he arrived first, his fat body was like an arrow off the string, he rushed out, took a few steps, jumped into the air, the spear swept around, the two spirit beasts wailed, and were slapped out by strong force, but Xin Yibo was not ruthless, he just knocked the spirit beast unconscious, and did not take his life.

The people of Lingchou Valley, before practicing the Xuanbing Technique, must go to the back mountain to cultivate their physique, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

In addition, Xin Yibo was originally a scattered immortal, and if he didn't make a move, even if he was facing spirit beasts, he could rely on his strong martial arts skills to shoot them away one by one.

Xin Yibo's body was extremely flexible, carrying a spear in his hand, wandering among the spirit beasts, and with a wail, there were only a few spirit beasts left in the field.

"What a flexible fat man!"

When Daochen Zhenren saw Xin Yibo, he was not grateful to him for saving everyone, but was furious, took a long sword, and stabbed the spirit beast that fainted to the ground.

"Senior brother, no!"

Xin Yibo was horrified in his heart, there were originally a few spirit beasts left in the inner valley, if they were all killed by Daochen Zhenren, he was afraid that the quality of the medicinal materials in the inner valley would plummet, and it would not be a good thing for Qi Yunguan.

With a slight pick of the spear, Daochen Zhenren was defenseless, and the long sword in his hand was picked up by Xin Yibo and inserted into the rock wall on the side.

The saved people breathed a sigh of relief, covered their wounds and gathered around Daochen Zhenren, who took out the pill and fed it to them.

The tense nerves were finally relaxed, and several disciples who were tired to the limit fell to the ground, wailing in a low voice.

"What a Xin Yibo, I thought you came to the Medicine Valley just to collect medicine, hmph, I didn't expect to be so vicious, let the old decay open the way for you, you just need to sit back and enjoy it!

Daochen Zhenren's heart was dripping with blood, these disciples were accepted by him with great difficulty, even if Wuchenzi asked him for someone, he dared to withstand the huge pressure and never let go, but he didn't expect that when he came to the Medicine Valley, he lost five or six people, and seriously injured three or four, how not to make him feel distressed?

Seeing Xin Yibo suddenly kill this time, it was expected that he must have bad intentions, and the bloody way he killed, in the end, actually cheapened him, so the two eyes stared at Xin Yibo, and the hatred in his eyes surged, and he wanted to split Xin Yibo in half with a sword.

Xin Yibo was short-tempered, he helped out, not just for the sake of Daochen Zhenren, but to pity his disciples, as soon as he heard this, he became angry, and scolded: "What a Daochen, blood spews people! If Lao Tzu doesn't pity you weak disciples, what does it matter to me whether you live or die? It's good for you, you will bite me Lu Dongbin when you open your mouth!"

"When did you Xin Yibo become a good man and a woman? Those flowery intestines in my heart, when I don't know? If it's about scheming, I'm afraid that the old decay will also bow down, if you have the heart to save it, why wait until the spirit beast is about to die before you make a move?"

Xin Yibo had good intentions, but instead of being grateful to him, Daochen Zhenren was seriously injured by his evil words, and he was angry in his heart, so he simply put away the spear and scolded: "Dead old man, I'll fuck your mother! Do you hear? I'll fuck your mother! Lao Tzu won't help!"

Xin Yibo didn't want to see Daochen Zhenren in the first place, so he was angry in his heart, turned around and left, and came to Qiu Ze's side to protect him from being injured by the spirit beast.

The remaining spirit beasts saw that Xin Yibo made a strong move, and had retreated to the side, the spirit beast's spiritual intelligence was not low, they could tell that Xin Yibo was a person who was not easy to mess with, but they just looked at it from a distance and showed their fangs, and did not dare to step forward.

Daochen Zhenren sighed helplessly, only blaming himself for being quick for a while, and scolded Xin Yibo to stop making a move, and his disciples were all injured, and he was also the last of the strong crossbows, and he couldn't resist the remaining beasts.

Before entering the medicine valley, a disciple was damaged in the cave, Daochen Zhenren was angry, after arriving in the inner valley, he was bitten by countless mosquitoes for a few days, and he couldn't sleep well, and finally came to the Cold Moon Cave, I never thought that there were so many spirit beasts inside, and he was bitten by mosquitoes and his body was weak, and he killed all the way in, and the sleepless killing consumed his strength, after all, he was a hundreds of years old, even if his cultivation was high, his body could not bear such fatigue, although he was not afraid of spirit beasts, but he had many disciples, and he had to kill spirit beasts, and he had to protect them, which really made Daochen Zhenren exhausted。

The spirit beast also sensed that this group of uninvited guests had reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, the leading spirit beast monster screamed, and the remaining few rushed up and bit off the neck of a white-robed disciple closest to them, Dao Chen had the heart to help, but it was too late.

The disciple couldn't even scream, his neck was constantly bleeding, he whispered, his hands tightly covered his neck, but it was too late, his body twitched for a moment, he fell to the ground, and soon he was exhausted.

Seeing the blood, the eyes of the spirit beast were blood-red, and the head of the head took advantage of the fact that Daochen Zhenren was a little far away from it, and bit the thigh of a disciple, pulling him aside, and several spirit beasts worked together to bite off the disciple's hands and feet, and for a while, the screams were endless, and the entire Cold Moon Cave echoed the last voice of his life.