"What people, get out of here!" shouted Kitayama Haruka, angrily.

The surroundings were still silent, as quiet as an empty valley.

"Turtle Sun, you can come out for me!" Beishan Haruka shot to a corner like lightning, and with a smack, he pulled out an object, and couldn't help but be stunned, stunned.

Under the light of the moon, Kitayama Haruka pulled out a hand holding a strong crossbow, as well as an arm.

The arm was cut off from the elbow, and the blood splattered and steamed, like freshly baked annatto lotus root.

It is not known whether this bright and terrifying masterpiece was made by the owner of the arm himself, or if someone else helped to cook it.

"Good boy, that's ruthless...... He is worthy of being a man who guards the prison......"

Kitayama Harukage shook his head and muttered, looking at the bloodied arm in his hand and the extremely delicate crossbow that flashed with blue light, a little dazed and at a loss.

The arm was clenched by a very delicate hand crossbow. This kind of hand crossbow is powerful and extremely fast, and when you hear the sound of breaking through the air, you have already hit the target.

Otherwise, with the Taoism of the Beishan Spring Shadow Immortal, how could people kill people under their noses.

Although that prison was already more than ten steps away from Kitayama Haruke, if it was an ordinary bow and arrow shooting, she still had the ability to save this prison.

This kind of delicate and powerful crossbow is only equipped with the Royal Guards of the Wuji Empire and the Pixiu Army.

Under the moonlight, the bold Ling Yun was dumbfounded.

Bai Yu Qingyun smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again. He had already expected that the dignified prison was definitely not something that could be offended lightly. But I still didn't expect this to be the case.

It can be seen from this how well-trained the guards of the prison are.

"Ho ho ho ......" A pouring sound sounded like thunder in the silent night sky. This is the prison, spitting out the remnants of true qi in his body.

Those who practice martial arts pay attention to the external training of muscles and bones, and the internal refining of a breath.

Those who practice martial arts who have a glimpse of the martial arts path will form a true qi in their bodies.

People with this true qi are much stronger than ordinary people.

If you are an ordinary person, you will already be killed by this delicate and powerful crossbow arrow.

But this prison, because of the cultivation of this true qi, has not been cut off for a while.

Kitayama Haruki threw away the arm and the crossbow, and as soon as his body moved, the shadow was still in place, and the person had already arrived at this prison.

Covering the top of his head with one hand, he shouted: "Tell me where the old military master is in the early morning, I can save your life!"

A powerful breath of life was channeled into the body of this prison. The prisoner's eyes slowly widened.

"Please, please, please, or give me a palm......," the prison begged intermittently.

"Why is that?" "Kitayama Harukage was puzzled: "Ants are still greedy for life......"

"Please, please, give me a palm, it is to save me......" The prisoner begged bitterly.

"This ......" Kitayama Haruka was sluggish.

"Hey!" a heavy sigh came from the corner of a house.

A somewhat hoarse voice came: "Forget it, just follow him, give him a palm! If you save his life, it will be tantamount to harming the lives of his entire family." ”

"Who?" asked Harukage Kitayama.

"Early in the morning. Isn't this senior looking for it?" a strong bow-like body, with a powerful aura, slowly came out of the darkness.

As he walked, he said unhurriedly: "I heard a scream, and I heard as if someone was looking for me, so I came." Where are the seniors, why do you want to find them?"

"This ...... You're not locked up in a dungeon...... You're not handcuffed and shackled......" Kitayama Harukage didn't know how to ask.

"Grandpa, my master and I are here to save you......" Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, and shouted and pounced on Ling Chen.

"Yun'er ......" Ling Chen screamed, hugged Ling Yun, his heart was agitated, and a splash flashed in the tiger's eyes.

"Grandpa, come with us!" Ling Yun exclaimed in a low voice.

"Hmm......" Ling Chen woke up from the surprise episode, held Ling Yun's face, and looked at it with an extremely complicated expression.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, he pushed Ling Yun away, and slapped him in the face, knocking him away.

"Hey, you little grandson, how dare you beat my apprentice?" Beishan Chunying flew up to catch Ling Yun and shouted angrily.

Originally, she and Bai Yu Qingyun were stunned by the sudden appearance in the early morning.

No one thought that in the early morning, as a prisoner, he would walk out by himself. They all thought that he was being locked up in a dungeon or a water prison.

"The Ling family is either a loyal and righteous son, or a filial son and a virtuous grandson. I've never been a loser like you!"

Ling Chen yelled: "You are not my Ling family! I officially announced in the early morning that from now on, the Ling family will not have you as a loser!"

"Fart! such a good child, you don't want it, I want it!" Kitayama Harukei was furious, holding Ling Yun with his left hand and covering his head with his right hand, giving him qi to heal his wounds.

Stared at Ling Chen and scolded angrily: "If it weren't for the fact that you raised such a good apprentice for me, I would have slapped you ...... little grandson!

"Haha, since the predecessor is not afraid of being killed by this loser, he belongs to you!"

Ling Chen laughed and said: "From now on, this loser has nothing to do with me!"

"Hmph, if you want to have something to do with it, you can't do it!" Bai Yuqingyun on the side stepped forward, snorted coldly, and said loudly: "Uncle Ling is the senior disciple of my Taihua Mountain, the ancestor of Beishan, and the pillar of my Taihua Mountain in the future. No one can hurt him casually!"

"In this way, it is reckless. A flash of joy flashed in the tiger's eyes in the early morning.

Then he raised his hands and said: "Since it is the immortal of Taihua Mountain, please go to the snail house to sit down, and order the tea under the top to make amends!"

"Hmph, dare to beat my disciple of Taihua Mountain, don't drink this tea......"

"Ancestor, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. Bai Yu Qingyun interrupted Beishan Chunying's anger, and he was about to say his refusal, and said with a smile: "No matter how you say it, he is also the grandfather of the little uncle." Let's give him this chance to make amends. ”

"Hmph, lead the way!" said Kitayama Haruka, snorting coldly.

A servant lit a huge bronze oil lamp, and the room suddenly lit up.

Kitayama Harukage and the others were all surprised.

This is a large and luxurious living room.

In the hall, there are high-end tables, several cases, cabinets, chairs, stools, drums, etc. Calligraphy and paintings of celebrities hang on the walls, and flowers and plants on the flower table in the corner of the wall are vibrant......

The whole hall is no different from the meeting room of the dignitaries.

The servants open the bronze incense in the shape of a crane and light it with incense.

It also made Kitayama Harukei and others not know where they were.

"Hey, this little grandson, is he a guest or in a prison......" Kitayama Haruka muttered involuntarily.