At the same time as Bai Ya heard the voice, he had already begun to look up at the three masked warriors in front of him, the warrior who stopped him in the center was empty-handed, and the warriors who surrounded him on both sides were holding swords.

There is no doubt that he has been robbed!

Judging from the dress of these three masked warriors, they should have also climbed the snowy mountains, and the kind of gray and white complexion that is wrinkled by freezing in the severe cold weather cannot be faked.

It's just that they may have been unlucky and didn't find the snow lotus. Or maybe they didn't go up much at all, and they couldn't endure that kind of hardship, so they ran down together to rob other martial artists.

Indeed, it seems more efficient to rob other people's labor than the near-miss that Bai Ya experienced on the mountain. Moreover, the martial apprentice who braved the wind and clouds to find the snow lotus two days ago must be in much worse physical condition than the robbers in front of him.

Bai Ya didn't stop, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with the three people in front of him, and while he was clearing his thoughts, he stepped up under his feet and rushed towards the empty-handed martial artist in the center.

He had just entered the Qi Realm half a year ago, and now his physical condition was not at its best, it was impossible for him to win a pair of threes, and he was unwilling to hand over the snow lotus that he had obtained in his nine deaths to them.

People in the world say that hard-won things are more and more worth cherishing. After the ordeal on the mountain, Baiya regarded this snow lotus flower as more precious than his life.

Do you want to step over my corpse first!

The only chance for Baiya to win now is to take advantage of the fact that the warriors on both sides have not yet joined the siege, and directly repel the warrior in the center, so as to break through. These people shouldn't be chased all the way, so it will be easy to be discovered by the Qingcheng powerhouses who are surging.

"Hey!" Bai Ya's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he shouted violently, and pounced like a tiger descending the mountain, and a pair of tiger claws pressed on the breasts of the martial artist in front of him.

It's just that the martial artist on the other side has a very strange expression, as if he is hesitating about something, as if he is not willing to fight against Bai Ya. In the end, he barely raised his hand and blocked the tiger claws of the white cliff.

"Click!" As soon as the arms of the two sides collided, the martial artist opposite the white cliff snorted, staggered back, and his right arm hung down lazily, and he was dislocated by the white cliff in one face.

"He should have had an injury on his body!" Bai Ya was overjoyed, his right hand swept away his left hand that was blocking his chest, and his left hand stretched out again, already holding the other party's throat.

It can be solved in one round, which is more convenient than an eagle catching a chicken!

"Don't come here!" As soon as he grabbed the opponent in front of him, Bai Ya pulled him over and threatened the martial artists who rushed from both sides.

The two warriors' eyes changed abruptly, they glanced at each other, and hesitated and paused.

"It seems that they have known each other for a long time, otherwise they should not care about this person's life!"

Bai Ya immediately made up his mind that if these three people were only temporarily cooperating, then he would have no choice but to turn around and escape, but now he had one more choice.

"Hehe!" Bai Ya grinned, his empty right hand groping around the hostage's body for a while, and he actually found a mustard seed bag that looked like a bag.

Bai Ya tore open the mustard bag and saw that there were a lot of miscellaneous items in it, including food, books, gold and silver, pills, a change of clothes, and crystal beads......

Most importantly, Baiya saw three snow lotus, one of which was a flower bone. Looking at the green appearance, it seemed to be lower than the one he had seen on the cliff.

Two intact snow lotus, one slightly withered, has been eaten by the lotus seeds, but the other one is still delicate, with full stamens, and apparently snow lotus seeds in it.

Seeing all this, Bai Ya suddenly understood that he was no longer the first target of these three people. They have been here for at least a day or more to have so much to gain.

The reason why this martial disciple was injured just now and didn't retreat was probably because he was worried that the flower bones might not be able to make a difference, so he wanted to get the last one from him in order to make up three people.

They've already grabbed three times in a row, so it's no wonder someone gets hurt. The one of the three snow lotus flowers still has lotus seeds, which should belong to a lucky person who is not too high up the mountain, otherwise it is difficult to explain that there will be lotus seeds left.

However, no matter what, it is not easy to come by, these three people took advantage of the danger of others to rob, and their conduct is really inferior!

"You should also have a snow lotus on you, right? Then you don't need our snow lotus!" The scene was silent for a while, and the warrior with a long knife shouted in a choked voice, "The snow lotus seeds inside belong to you, leave the people and the remnant flowers, and you can leave!"

"No~~" The warrior who was held by the white cliff stomped his feet and shouted, because his throat was choked, so his voice sounded like a rooster's throat.

Bai Ya and the other two martial disciples were stunned for a moment, and their eyes were a little weird!

No, Nima, do you still have the right to be heard?

"It seems that my hands are a little numb, but I can still make a sound?!"

A cold light flashed in Bai Ya's eyes, and with a pinch of his left hand, the martial artist under his hand suddenly stopped speaking, and his face began to turn blue and purple.

"Stop, if you kill him, we will report to Qingcheng, are you not masked now?" The sword-wielding warrior shouted anxiously, "You let him go, just leave a broken flower, everything in the mustard seed bag belongs to you, we swear not to investigate!"

And swore not to pursue it?

At this moment, White Cliff's otaku heart began to burn, and he became even more curious!

The other party only asked to leave a remnant flower, so naturally it was not for the two of them, but for the hostage under his hands.

This hostage obviously has a bit of a background, and judging from his speech and demeanor, the two people in front of him are not so much companions as subordinates. Otherwise, he would be willing to give up his future and fight for a broken flower for this lost companion.

It's a pity that the hostage captured by Bai Ya is brain-dead, or a heavenly brain-dead!

Judging by his words and deeds, among the more than 8,000 martial artists, he can be called a rare disciple. The previous can pass the heart level, and it is estimated that it is also a reminder of these two subordinates.

"Hmph, it's just self-defense, what can you do if you kill him?" Bai Ya's face showed a hint of hideousness, and he was about to pinch off the hostage's neck.

"Wait, he's Prince Yu's only son, you have to think clearly!" the sword-wielding warrior shouted in a hurry.

The only son of the Prince?

Bai Ya was surprised, and reached out to tear off the hostage's mask, revealing a young man's face that was blue and purple, but looked quite handsome.

The young man couldn't speak, just glared at the white cliff viciously.

“...... What else do you want, say it and listen!" The sword-wielding warrior calmed down, seeing that Bai Ya was just pretending to scare them on purpose, "If I have it on the two of us, I can give it to you!"

"Untie your mustard seed bags, put your sword in it and throw it over!" A smirk appeared on Bai Ya's paralyzed face, and he nodded at the two of them with one hand.

"How can we have mustard seed bags on us, that thing is only available to the eldest prince!" the two martial disciples glanced at each other and replied angrily.

"Oh, take off your coat, let me see!" made a fuss, and Bai Ya was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Come to think of it, it is true that his mustard seed bag originally belonged to Wang Peng, the knife washer. This thing is a rare thing, and Lu Yuan and the others don't have it. There will be hostages under him, probably because he is the only son of the prince.

The two warriors took off their coats as they were told, and sure enough, there was only a small burden on their bodies, and there was no sign of a mustard seed bag.

"Throw your baggage and sword at my feet, and be careful not to hurt your 'eldest son'. White Cliff blinked.

The two did as they were told, and Bai Ya kicked the sword far away, and grabbed two small burdens with his free right hand.

"Now you can let go of the eldest prince, right?" the warrior who was originally holding the sword shouted in a deep voice with a dark face.

"Death crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped!"

Bai Ya's eyes flashed, and he flew up like lightning and kicked the side of the knee of the only son of Prince Yu. Only a "click" was heard, and the eldest prince's right leg was bent at an abnormal angle.

Because he couldn't scream because he was held by Bai Ya's throat, the eldest prince's handsome face was distorted instantly, his eyes bulged, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

"SB is not guilty, but it's your fault to come out and be scared! Don't practice martial arts, you're not suitable!"

Bai Ya laughed loudly, threw the hostage in his hand with one hand, and his body shot in the other direction.

However, he was too worried. The two warriors didn't chase after them, but just flew to catch the only son of Prince Yu who had fainted in pain, and froze in place.

......

Far away from the three of them, Bai Ya became more and more cautious after running into the jungle, and specially chose a route with lush bushes.

As he walked, he began to inspect the two small burdens and the mustard seed bag of Prince Yu.

Among the two small burdens, there was nothing but a little broken silver and wound medicine. But the mustard seed bag of Prince Yu's only son contained a lot of good things, including a pile of gold leaves and a large number of teleportation beads, as well as a brocade box containing six night pearls the size of pigeon's eggs.

The other precious ones are pills, and what makes Bai Ya most happy is that the kid seems to also practice boxing, and there is a copy of "Tianluo Hand" in the mustard seed bag, but I don't know if there is a general outline of exercises in it.

"Sure enough, it's a murder and arson gold belt!"

Bai Ya sighed, he had spent a lot of money this year.

Although Feng Yang did not accept his gift in the Feng Martial Arts Hall, Lu Yuan and the others had a share of the house, and they bought a lot of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures with a lot of money, and the gold and silver obtained by Shiyangji were almost spent.

As a result, he just killed a gentleman, and his purse swelled again.

After discarding the clutter, White Cliff picked up his pace. It's just that he was too careful in the jungle to take the main road, so he couldn't get out until dark. I had to find a big tree and make do with it all night.

When he woke up in the morning, Bai Ya didn't dare to delay any longer, today was the last day of the second level test, and he had to drive down the mountain.

Maybe there was no movement on the way, so that at noon, he finally saw the clearing when he went up the mountain.

The clearing was already lined up with returning warriors, and the expressions of these people were either happy or depressed, the only thing they had in common was that they were all tired.

Bai Ya thought about it, and he estimated that it was about the same now.

At this time, in addition to the martial apprentices in the open space, there were nearly a hundred Qingcheng martial artists in front of the team to check everyone's harvest. Regardless of whether or not the snow lotus was picked, the warriors who had been inspected would be teleported away immediately, and only one or two thousand people remained on the ground.

Soon, a horse-faced warrior in front of him checked on the White Cliff.

"Four?" The horse-faced Qingcheng warrior looked at the three remnant flowers and one flower bone in his hand, and raised his brows slightly.

However, he did not hesitate, took out a small notebook from his arms and began to look at it, which made Bai Ya feel apprehensive for a while.

"I'll see...... Hey, you actually climbed that mushroom wall......? Eight thousand two hundred and thirty-one meters?!"