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www.xSHUOTXT.Com I don't know how long it took, the sky finally brightened, and the rain gradually stopped, but none of the four people in front of the cliff took the lead.

Suddenly, an old and kind voice came from the hillside behind them, and the four of them couldn't help but look back.

"Three masters, this son is a bloodthirsty demon boy, don't let him escape. Huang Yan stood at the bottom of the hillside with a man and a woman holding a girl about ten years old, looking at the four of them in different places.

Before the three monks could speak, three groups of people rushed towards this place, and in a blink of an eye, they had reached the side of the four people in Huangyan.

One of them is three veterans, a wave of elegantly dressed martial arts knights, and a wave of uniformly dressed characters in the rivers and lakes, who are the masters of the Daoxu faction, the Xiaoyao faction and the Lianyue faction.

Qiu Yeyu's heart only sank, and he couldn't explain it clearly at this time. He was even a little confused, how these things happened, as if a nightmare came one after another inexplicably.

When he saw Long Qiao'er appear in the crowd safe and sound, his heart was a little relieved. At this time, he didn't know how to deal with so many martial arts masters, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"Master, let's kill the demon boy together and avenge our disciples. One of them, a thin middle-aged man, walked out of the crowd and came to the side of the three old monks, and said angrily.

"Kill the Demon Boy!"

"Kill!"

The gray-faced old monk's brows drooped slightly, and he realized that there was nothing else wrong, and suddenly his eyes turned to stare at Qiu Yeyu on the edge of the cliff, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huang Yan rushed up, passed through the four people and came to within two feet of Qiu Yeyu, and said loudly: "Hand over the treasure jade that was stolen from the old mansion!"

Now Qiu Yeyu seems to have realized something, and his heart seems to have become calm in an instant. He replied lightly: "Baoyu!"

"We Mingren don't say code words, as long as you hand it over, the old man promises to turn around and leave immediately, and he will no longer be embarrassed with you. Huang Yan's face slowly softened, as if he really meant to leave immediately.

"Senior Huang, you ......" The thin middle-aged man looked at Huang Yan puzzled, as if he had something to say.

"Master Lu, this time the old decay aims to take away the Huang family's things first, and this son will be handed over to you to avenge the revenge of the people, and the old decay is not easy to intervene. As for the little girl's revenge, it was originally done by a few old monsters in the valley, and then we will directly find a few old monsters. Huang Yan looked back at the thin middle-aged man and said sincerely.

"I don't know what you are talking about Baoyu, it will make Senior Huang value it so much, Lu wants to open his eyes. The thin middle-aged man said noncommittally.

Huang Yan nodded secretly, stared at Qiu Yeyu again, and said sincerely: "How is it, are you willing to hand it over?"

Qiu Yeyu suddenly realized something, looked at Huang Yan with a change of expression, and said, "Mr. Huang, can I ask you something first?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say it, as long as the old man can answer everything. Huang Yan touched his chin and said with a smile.

"Old Madam Huang, is Granny Bai Rou okay now?" Qiu Yeyu asked with anticipation in her voice, full of thoughts.

Huang Yan's eyes flashed slightly, but he said with a slight sadness: "Neiko passed away a month ago!"

"What? dead!" Qiu Yeyu was shocked physically and mentally, took a few steps back and asked urgently, "How did she die?"

"It's over!" Huang Yan replied patiently, although he was a little displeased.

Qiu Yeyu seemed to remember something, and said with a slight cry: "Mr. Huang, forgive me for taking the liberty of saying something." When he first entered Mrs. Huang's residence, Xiao Ke faintly smelled a very faint smell of sandalwood in the room, and Xiao Ke didn't feel strange at first. Now that I think about it, Xiao Ke can be sure that there must be something strange in sandalwood. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, those sandalwood incense were arranged by Daddy himself, where is the problem? Xiao Yan was already wondering how her mother died suddenly, most of it was your hands and feet, right?" Huang Xiaoyan took a few steps forward and scolded in a coquettish voice.

"What did I do?" Qiu Yeyu felt sad in his heart, he didn't think that even Huang Xiaoyan had such a misunderstanding about him, and said in a daze: "In this way, no matter what Xiao Ke says, you have already identified Xiao Ke as a demon who kills people without blinking?"

Huang Yan's face suddenly appeared, and he pushed out a palm to the place where Qiu Yeyu was standing, and the invisible palm force had attacked Qiu Yeyu's door in a blink of an eye.

Immediately after, Huang Yan's left hand moved slightly, and a sword came out in response. The whole body of the sword flashed with ink blue, deep and terrifying, as if it was coated with poison.

Qiu Yeyu's side of his body dodged the attack of palm power, but the long sword also stabbed at this time, and he was about to kill him with a sword.

"Blue Poison Sword!" The gray-faced old monk blurted out in shock, his face was already full of color, and he shook his head and said: "Old Master Huang is really prepared this time, and even the poisonous sword like the Blue Poison Sword has been refined. ”

"Blue Poison Sword, is it the unheirloom treasure of Huangjiabao? I haven't seen it before, Senior Brother is not mistaken, right?" asked the bitter-faced old monk in disbelief.

"There will be no mistake, this sword is extremely poisonous, but it is extremely sharp, and ordinary swords can't resist it. It can be said to be a forbidden sword. This sword has disappeared in the martial arts for hundreds of years, and I thought it could only be seen in the classics. The gray-faced old monk rolled his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"I see!" the thin middle-aged man on the side nodded secretly, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Yeyu and Huang Yan have dismantled dozens of moves. The two of you come and go, most of them are Huang Yan who takes the initiative to make moves, but Qiu Yeyu has no time to fight back and blindly dodge. If it weren't for the occasional one or two times to force Huangyan back, it would be enough to make people think that as long as Huangyan was willing to revenge the night rain, he would definitely die.

However, people didn't know that Qiu Yeyu was secretly crying out at this time, and his body seemed to be about to collapse at any time, and the five new breaths were like wild horses raging in his body, and he felt that his hands and feet were stiffening little by little.

"Senior Huang, Lu is here to help you. The thin middle-aged man pursed his lips strangely, and leaped up to join the battle group.

Under the siege of the two masters, Qiu Yeyu was even more helpless. I saw that his figure was erratic but chic, as if he was anointed with oil, and walked through the siege of the two.

The three old monks looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes, and said in unison: "Flying in the sky." ”

The three monks nodded slightly, and jumped into the battle group together, and suddenly formed a five-on-one situation.

Qiu Yeyu suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and suddenly realized that even if he practiced the Flying Leisurely Tour, it would be difficult to dodge so many attacks with so many punches and feet. In a hurry, the flying getaway ran extremely high, turned over and flew up.

Inadvertently, a white object slipped down from Qiu Yeyu's sleeve. Huang Yan rolled up his lichen robe without thinking, and looked up again, as if nothing had happened.

Qiu Yeyu, who was high in the sky, looked down at the few people below, and said gloomily: "You are pushing people too much......"

I saw Qiu Yeyu's body turning strangely, and his hands kept turning. Dozens of clusters of five-sè light emerged and quickly surrounded Qiu Yeyu.

"Sword rain whirlwind! How can a person practice so many martial arts at the same time, and the internal strength alone is enough to make people's meridians confused?" The angry old monk raised his eyebrows, incredulous.

"Well, the alien true qi is indeed something that we ordinary people can't bear, maybe the Seven Scattered Immortals in the Valley have made something else, right?" The gray-faced old monk took advantage of this moment of leisure and hurriedly explained: "Don't be distracted, it's coming!"

After speaking, the five sè light clusters surrounding Qiu Yeyu's body turned into more than a hundred five sè small swords, and the momentum was really not weak.

The five people below were all shocked, but after all, they were all experienced martial arts masters, and in an instant, the five of them reached a tacit understanding and scattered, but they all looked like they were facing a great enemy.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist fell from the sky, and Qiu Yeyu flew away like a kite with a broken string to the edge of the cliff. Then he staggered and fell, raised his eyes and looked at the few people in front of him, and the sorrow in his heart could be imagined.

Huang Yan was the closest person to Qiu Yeyu and was the first to react from inexplicability, only to see him look stupid, and quickly waved his palm again, hitting Qiu Yeyu's heart.