In a moment, Xiao Lin's eyes widened, he lacked the experience of this kind of big war, the sword in front of him was full of swords, the sword qi was horizontal, and his heart was suddenly frightened, and for a while, dense sweat appeared on his forehead, his head was blank, and he was at a loss, completely forgetting how to deal with it.

"It's over, brother-in-law", the scholar's heart sank.

"Amitabha, the Sprinkle family is fighting with you", the monk's heart tightened, he clenched the ring knife and jumped up, and the fierce golden knife thought about the girl's body.

The rain sword, the sword qi is like rain, the rain is like silk, the sword wire breaks through the air, the cold sword qi, Xiao Lin, who has not arrived in the first realm for a short time, can't stop it at all.

The next moment, am I going to die?

Am I going to kill someone again? The woman in white froze in place, and as soon as her sword move came out, there was no possibility of retracting it.

On the line between life and death, there was silence on the field.

At this moment, a sentence suddenly sounded in the bamboo forest: "Crouching Tiger Seven Wounds".

This sentence is in Xiao Lin's ears, like an initiation, what he learned is a set of boxing books given by San Lang, named Shuanghu, the boxing style is domineering, the strength is strong, the attack is the mainstay, and the indomitable momentum is emphasized, but it is only limited to the first realm spiritual root.

But in the second realm of the spirit god, this kind of boxing, the style is reversed, but it is mainly defensive, and this crouching tiger seven wounds is the most effective defensive move in the double tiger fist.

Xiao Lin didn't think about it, his fists crossed towards his chest, and between his fists, the aura gathered, turning out a shining yellow light, which expanded inch by inch, forming an aura shield in front of him, allowing the sword qi to cross, but he didn't take a step back.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Xiao Lin was still shocked by the sword qi and flew out, falling heavily to the ground, but his life was unharmed.

The girl in white was relieved when she saw the tiger-headed teenager turn into a sword qi, but a murderous aura and a violent sword fell from the sky.

The monk showed a sly smile, little girl, look at how you can take my third realm vajra sword!

The girl was stunned, the sword light was dazzling, she had already withdrawn the sword from the rain, and in a moment, it was difficult to gather aura, and she was stunned, and she put the sword horizontally, and said in her heart, even if you stinky monk hurt me today, you will have good fruit to eat later!

Clinker, at this time, another voice sounded in the forest: "Turn the rain into a sword, and the rain into a screen".

She suddenly heard this sentence, and her heart suddenly lit up, yes, the sword style of the rain sword is a word of 'keep', the girl in white did not hesitate, the flying sword in her hand turned, and swung out seven or eight swords again and again.

With the fluttering "aura", the sword rays are intertwined in the air, one horizontal and one vertical, and it becomes a barrier invisibly. "Boom!"

The sword has arrived, and it erupted with an earth-shattering roar, and the little monk was stunned, the first knife he had only practiced in the third realm was easily resolved.

So, the monk was very angry, very angry.

He swept around angrily and shouted: "Which king and eight lambs dare to break the first knife of the Sprinkler family, there is a kind of out, and the Sprinkler family guarantees not to kill you!"

Then, the monk saw a familiar figure, dressed in green clothes, with long hair like a waterfall, and the sword came, with an awe-inspiring expression, and the aura between the jade hands rippled, bursting out with terrifying murderous power!

The monk's heart trembled, and he muttered three words in his mouth: "Mu Wanrong!"

There was a woman in the distance, who looked about nineteen years old, with ice muscles and jade bones, and a beautiful face, but she was very angry, and in an instant, she had a flying sword in her hand, and scolded the monk angrily: "Little bald donkey, the thief's heart is not dead, he actually ambushed my junior sister here, take his life!"

"You said yes, Mu Wanrong?"

The scholar on the side was also surprised, he was well-informed, and naturally knew Mu Wanrong's name, this woman dared to be better than Zhao Yanran back then, and was called Zhao Yanran's second in Shu Mountain, specializing in swordsmanship, and went to the Flame Mountain, killing three handsome men of the demon clan in a row, and the most proud disciple of Shu Mountain Comet Peak Jue Lonely Master at the moment, he broke through the three realms at the age of sixteen, and now he is afraid that he has stepped on the threshold of the fourth realm of the spiritual crown.

In an instant, the scholar felt that the monk was very unkind, Mu Wanrong was here, you fucking still asked me to help, isn't this fucking looking for death?

However, he also admired the monk a little in his heart, and was able to get out of Mu Wanrong's hands, and the scholar had an urge to be rude, of course he didn't do it, because Mu Girl had already killed the monk with an angry expression.

The monk was so frightened that he forgot to run away for a while, put his hands on his waist, and only said: "Hurry, hurry."

In an instant, everyone was stunned, the girl in white turned red, turned her head violently, and scolded repeatedly: "Hooligan, shameless!

Mu Wanrong stopped her figure abruptly and turned around.

Because、The monk's pants fell down with a 'bang', and only a pair of bright red pants swayed in the wind。

The scholar admired this move from the bottom of his heart, and praised: "High! This move is really high!"

"Stinky monk, shameless! If you don't wear pants again, I'll break you into ten thousand pieces!" Mu Wanrong turned around and gritted her teeth with hatred.

Hearing this, the monk hurriedly pulled up his pants, turned around and ran, and said as he ran: "Amitabha, Mu Shi, this is bad, take off your pants and, human nature, how shameless, let me go find a place first."

Thinking that the monk was really in a hurry, the speed of running was called a fast, and it only took a few breaths to bypass the scholar and rush to the little girl in the distance.

The monk had already walked around, but suddenly turned back, and shouted 'not good' in his heart, and the little girl who had been standing at the bottom of the slope had been holding her bow motionless, and now she let go.

The feather arrow broke through the air, and the feather arrow pointed directly at the center of the girl's eyebrows.

This is the best time to do it.

The moment the woman in Tsing Yi turned around, she was suddenly startled and shouted: "Senior sister, be careful!"

"No, Xiao Qi", the scholar's fan slipped from his hand, and he shouted at the figure down the slope.

Xiao Lin stayed in place, dumbfounded, his sister's arrow was not missing, and she took a hundred steps through Yang, and it was too late.

Everything happened so fast that there was no time to think, even though it was just a feathered arrow, but it was too close.

The girl in white looked at the flying feather arrow in a daze, and followed her to see a person, so far, so close, his feet were like the wind, the pace was extremely fast, between the calcium carbide sparks, he grabbed the flying feather arrow, held it tightly in his hand, and the feather arrow dragged him towards him.

Step by step, he was brought in front of him.

The feather arrow was no more than three inches from the center of her eyebrows.

She could almost feel his familiar rapid breathing, he had grown so tall, even taller than himself, although he was wearing old clothes, his face was still so delicate, and then she said, "Is it you?"

Jing Ye's hand was bleeding, but he didn't realize it at all, he looked at her, close in front of him, no longer coarse clothes and messy hair, no longer unkempt and dirty, that little girl, has grown up, looks so beautiful, beautiful and strange to him.

Jing Ye looked at her blankly and said, "It's me."

When we met after a long absence, it shouldn't have been this sentence, she thought.

At the beginning, the news that the Yin and Yang Ancestor appeared in Motu spread to Shushan, and the master ordered the senior sister to go down the mountain to check, and she begged the senior sister to take her with her, saying that she was going to practice, but she was thinking in her heart how to see the little villain again, so she thought that she was dressed up beautifully and followed the senior sister down the mountain.

He kissed her secretly, while she was pretending to be asleep.

She is so small that she has secretly hidden this little villain in her heart for many years, and this revenge must be avenged.

She's here for revenge, she thought.

But he was right in front of her, and she didn't have the slightest urge to beat him.

"Little fish?" she said, and suddenly smiled, like the day when they sat barefoot by the spring, and she said that she liked fish the most, and that fish had a very short memory, so they had no troubles, and swam happily in the water.

He said that he actually had a secret, and his name was Xiao Yu'er.

Then she smiled, like a bright spring breeze, blowing through his heart, as before.

"Well, little fish," Jing Ye said, the corners of her mouth curled.

"Senior sister, who is he?" Mu Wanrong looked at the two of them in confusion.

The monk stood in the distance with a wicked smile on his face, looked at the scholar beside him, and blurted out with a flash of inspiration: "Of course he is her little father-in-law, what, Mu Shi, you don't know, your junior sister came down the mountain to find her good friend, how is it like you!"

Hearing this, Mu Wanrong looked at the monk coldly, the long sword in her hand was shining, and the killing was everywhere.

"Senior sister, he's a friend of mine," the girl in white said, her bright eyes looking at Jing Ye motionlessly.

"Xiao Yezi, where the hell did you get so much shit luck", the scholar finally spoke violently, and when he spoke, he suddenly stepped back in front of Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi's gaze was blocked, she lowered her head and whispered, "Brother Jing Ye."

"Little leaf?" said the girl in white in surprise.

Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "I am actually called Ye Ziyu, so they call me Xiao Yezi, and you call me Xiao Yuer."

Then Jing Ye remembered that there seemed to be a lot of people around him, and turned around and said, "This is Miss Zhao Xue, who saved me here in the early years."

"Zhao Xue?" This time Mu Wanrong was even more confused, when did my junior sister have this name, she obviously didn't call ......

At this moment, the long eyelashes of the woman in white blinked at Mu Wanrong, as if to hint at something.

Hearing Jing Ye's words, the monk was immediately happy, and laughed: "Amitabha, I'll just say, everyone is a relative, so you don't have to see outside, go up the mountain and talk about it, and sprinkle the family for a treat."

Mu Wanrong was stunned for a moment, and reprimanded: "Who is with you at first sight, who is your relative?

As he spoke, the sword in his hand suddenly increased by an inch.

Seeing the flying sword with cold light, the monk wiped his bald head, and flashed behind Jing Ye in two steps, seeing this situation, Zhao Xue smiled slightly, walked to Mu Wanrong's side, and whispered beside Mu Wanrong.

Hearing Zhao Xue's words, Mu Wanrong's face was cloudy, and in the end, although her face was gloomy, she seemed to have finally stopped Zhao Xue's words, pointed to the monk and said: "Little bald donkey, you dare to do evil on the mountain again, bully those disaster victims, you look good."

After saying this, Mu Wanrong walked towards the mountain angrily.

When the monk saw Mu Wanrong go first, he smiled and said, "Go this way, I have a lot of things hidden in the temple."

The scholar rolled his eyes and said, "Three third-grade spirit stones under the three parties, none of them can be missing."

When the group arrived at the mountain, there was a young man distributing rice and grain to the homeless people under the bamboo shed in front of the temple, and the homeless people saw the monk coming up the mountain, and they immediately panicked, and they were about to flee to the bottom of the mountain in a commotion.

Mu Wanrong hurriedly stepped forward and talked for a long time before she stabilized the hearts of the people, and the monk didn't look at it, so she took three steps and two steps into the temple and rummaged through the cabinets.

The young man was dressed in green clothes, which was somewhat similar to Mu Wanrong's clothes, and he first walked over to Mu Wanrong and saluted, looking at Jing Ye and the others suspiciously, but Mu Wanrong turned a blind eye and said, "Senior Brother Li, do you have a letter to send?"

The young man had bright eyes and bright teeth, his appearance was very delicate, and he was much taller than Jing Ye, but his expression was a little shy, and he hesitated: "Senior brother met the team of the hundred ghosts at the foot of Mingnan Mountain last night, so he followed all the way, saying that he found the nest of the Yin Yang Ancestor and came to inform the senior sister."

"How dare he go deep alone?" Mu Wanrong said with a worried face, and suddenly turned to Zhao Xue and said: "Senior sister, you and the little junior brother are here first, I will go to Mingnan Mountain, and I will come to meet tonight."

As he was talking, the monk's roar came from the temple: "Amitabha, where is the dog meat hidden by the Sprinkler family, why is there only three altars left in my bamboo leaves, oops, the satin of Jinxiuzhuang that I only sold last month is gone."

When Mu Wanrong heard the monk's words, she turned around and reprimanded: "You monk eats meat and drinks wine, where do you have the appearance of a monk, I have given all your sundries to the people, what, I want to return them to you?"

The monk said with a big grin, just stepped out of the threshold, heard Mu Wanrong's words, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Where, where, you have to be happy, all when I give gifts to Brother Ye and Miss Zhao."

"What are you talking about?" Mu Wanrong was suddenly furious, and drank: "Little thief bald, if you say something indiscriminate, I cut off the root of your tongue, I have something important now, my junior sister will be placed here first, you dare to be presumptuous, the sword in my aunt's hand is not vegetarian."

When the monk heard that Mu Wanrong was leaving, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled very brightly: "Miss Mu, just go, Miss Zhao, my Brother Ye will definitely take care of it, Brother Ye Zi, don't you say?"

The monk said to Jing Ye with a sly smile, but Jing Ye had a complicated expression, this sentence was really a little difficult to answer, and he hesitated: "Miss Mu just go, Miss Zhao is here, we must take care of it."

"You kid is not a good thing", Mu Wanrong glanced at Jing Ye, turned to Zhao Xue and whispered for a while, and then said to the young man in Tsing Yi: "Little junior brother, you and your sister are all careful, if something happens, I will take the fireworks as a letter, and then you must go to Shushan to inform the master as soon as possible."

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded in a low voice, and Zhao Xue said with a worried face: "Senior sister, you have to be careful, I heard that the Yin Yang Ancestor is the guardian hall master of the demon clan, and he is very good at practicing corpse spells, you must not fight with him in close combat."

After speaking, Mu Wanrong flew the sword out of the sheath behind her back, and she crossed the tip of the sword with both feet.

Mu Wanrong said goodbye to a black hairpin, with long hair in green clothes, a beautiful face, and a sword, like a fairy, the people below were dumbfounded, and they knelt on the ground and shouted fairies.

Even Jing Ye and a few people were also dumbfounded, and their hearts were amazed, this sword flying technique, but it can only be used in the third realm elixir, which is very extraordinary, and now they are a few of them, and the monk seems to have just set foot in the third realm, and the scholar is a little light, as if he doesn't care.

At this moment, Jing Ye was very fascinated, but there was still a lot of work to do at the moment.