Guo Xiang and the others were very surprised, and they were extremely curious, they didn't know who was using martial arts in front of them, and when they stepped into the martial arts, they were finally able to see the fighting scenes of the people in the martial arts! The two of them rode forward with excitement and excitement.

In the green pine forest on the side of the road, the two were fighting.

Zhang Qingyun, the head of the Qingwei Sword Sect, was pale at this time, panting, and sweating, but there was an unyielding force in his heart supporting his slender delicate body, holding the sword in his hand tightly to resist the other party's heavy giant palm.

The person who was the enemy of her was a bald-headed monk with a half-draped red robe and a very deep outline, with a stout figure and huge palms, far more than ordinary people, and his palms intersected with Zhang Qingyun's long sword, making a sound of gold and iron.

This red-robed monk should be middle-aged, in such a cold winter, he is still bare-chested, with a brass complexion, muscles and joints, and his whole body exudes masculinity.

In front of him, the slender Zhang Qingyun was a delicate woman, and the sword was useless, and the two female disciples lying on the ground behind her were originally delicate and handsome jade faces, but they were as red as red dates, unconscious.

Every palm of this monk is a thousand pounds, and every step under his feet is a deep footprint, Zhang Qingyun's clear and elegant sword is completely useless to it, and can only be supported hard.

"Master Zhang, on the Huangquan Road, don't blame the poor monk!" His voice was strange and slow, but it was as bright as a bell, echoing in the mountains and forests.

After that, the originally calm and slow movements suddenly became faster, as fast as lightning, and before Zhang Qingyun could react, a giant palm had already imprinted on his towering chest.

Zhang Qingyun was knocked off the ground like a rag doll and flew into the distance, the moon-white robe fluttering, like a beautiful butterfly dancing.

The monk stepped forward in a staggered step, thumping on the ground like a heavy drum.

At this time, the green shadow flashed, Xiao Yuesheng appeared, with one arm, and copied Zhang Qingyun's delicate body that flew upside down into his arms.

Zhang Qingyun's body was soft and hot, and Xiao Yuesheng knew that she was seriously injured at the touch of it.

"He!" A palm appeared in front of Xiao Yuesheng, and with a hot palm wind, it came straight to Zhang Qingyun on his chest.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, and with a lift of his feet, the sturdy and majestic monk suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

He didn't pay attention to this person anymore, first put Zhang Qingyun down gently, took off his long shirt, and put her on the messy grass, and then gently lay her down to carefully observe her injuries.

Fortunately, it was just that the fire poison entered the body and raged in its meridians, Xiao Yuesheng was not afraid of this kind of injury, and immediately sent a warm internal force to wrap this fire poison in it, so as to isolate its damage and assimilate it.

Putting down Zhang Qingyun, he turned his head to look at the other two women, and took a look, he had seen it before, it was the two disciples who followed Zhang Qingyun when Yanyulou was competing with swords, at this time, his beautiful face was as red as rouge, his wheezing was heavy, and beads of sweat were on his forehead.

Seeing that the posture of the two lying down was extremely awkward, obviously they were directly knocked down, so they fiddled twice, let the two of them lie on their sides, and each hand probed one person's wrist, the injury was the same as their master, but the time was longer, and the fire poison raged in the body for a long time, burning its meridians, although there was no worry about the surname, but it was also very troublesome, and it needed time to recuperate, and it was not in a hurry.

At this time, the stout monk walked slowly, and with each step, the footprints were a little deeper, and when he came to Xiao Yuesheng, he was already as deep as the instep.

"Roar!" he roared, and his exposed arms suddenly became a little thicker, and the sides of his head squirmed like earthworms, gradually reaching his neck.

The big eyes that were sunken in the sockets turned red, and he stared fiercely at Xiao Yuesheng, who was looking up at him, and his two palms slowly parted, and his palms became red as blood, and the heat was scorching.

Xiao Yuesheng knew at a glance that he was practicing a kind of supreme masculine palm skill, but he was still able to get up after being kicked by himself, which made Xiao Yuesheng quite praised, this monk is a sturdy person.

"Monk, you practice this kung fu, but you have to live a short life!" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the middle-aged monk with a sharp face, and said lightly.

Xiao Yuesheng's left palm gently pressed the back of one of Zhang Qingyun's disciples, slowly rubbed it, and the Taoist robe in the middle palm was printed with a charred black palm print, which showed that this monk's palm skills were fierce.

Under his gentle rubbing, under the charred robe, the original fiery red palm prints slowly faded, revealing snow-white and delicate skin.

"Alas, you monk really don't have the heart to pity the jade!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and glanced at him with a rather regretful expression.

"The poor monk advises the donor to be nosy!" The middle-aged monk jumped out word by word, the expression on his face was very sincere, as if persuading people to be kind, and the blood red in his palm was slowly receding, gradually turning white, which was very different from the surrounding brass skin.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't raise his eyes, turned around to stroke the back of Zhang Qingyun's other female disciple, and said with a faint smile: "I advise the great monk to go back and recite the scriptures!"

"Presumptuous! In this way, don't blame the poor monk's subordinates for being ruthless!" The palms that had changed to shiny palms slammed out, and their bodies were like arrows, rushing towards Xiao Yuesheng.

As Xiao Yuesheng waved his long sleeves lightly, the monk who was rushing forward suddenly walked in the opposite direction, just like last time, rising up and falling backwards.

"Bang!" and he fell to the ground hard, even though it was grass, it was still loud.

Although the middle-aged monk pretended to be calm, his slightly trembling hands and lips revealed that he was in a lot of pain.

He gasped, his veins bulging, and finally staggered to his feet, his eyes no longer had the original peace, replaced by an unyielding and fighting spirit.

Xiao Yuesheng looked up at his stout body covered with grass clippings, and waved his hand, "Go, go!"

The monk was full of anger, since his debut, he has not met an opponent, and the people he met were polite to him, respected as a guest, how could he have encountered such contempt and indifference.

He was about to reprimand angrily, but he found that his body had involuntarily flown up, as if supported by his palms, he slid in the air for more than 20 zhang, and fell heavily to the ground again.

But he clenched his thick lips, and red blood flowed from between his lips, half into his mouth, half to his lower forehead, dripping on the grass.

When he got up again, he was already far away from the other party, and the true qi in his body gradually recovered, flowing slowly, and the pain that he wanted to disperse was also relieved a lot.

"The next time we meet, I hope I'm in a good mood today. Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.

Even if he was more than twenty feet away, the middle-aged monk could still feel that the other party's gaze was full of eyes, penetrating through the bottom of his heart, and a piercing chill involuntarily gave birth to the back of his head.

Although he desperately wanted to get up, muster up all his strength, and strike bravely, but the chill in his body stopped him, his martial arts in front of this person, tantamount to a child, is really vulnerable, he is proud of the golden bell jar, without the support of strong internal force, can no longer protect himself, now the plan, only to stay in the green mountains!

He opened his mouth and wanted to say a few words, but found that the other party had already lowered his head, pressed his hands on Zhang Qingyun's body, and gently stroked him, in a very ambiguous posture.

When the monk turned around and staggered away, Xiao Yuesheng, who lowered his head, smiled slightly, a person's fighting spirit and courage are not endless, when he knows that he has no chance at all, he will choose to retreat, this is a person's surname, it is difficult to overcome.

Xiao Yuesheng gently pressed his hands on Zhang Qingyun's chest, between the two snow-white balls of flesh like jade, the fiery red palm prints had faded, but the thin two-layer robe had exposed the skin, the white bandeau breast, the moon-white robe, and the white jade face, reflecting the blood on the corner of her mouth more and more red.

Xiao Yuesheng glared at the figure staggering away in the distance with hatred, what a ruthless monk!

Although he has no evil thoughts, he occasionally touches the smooth and tender skin, and the curves that rise up still inevitably make his mind move slightly, but when he stood up and looked down at the three delicate jade bodies that were horizontally displayed, he realized that he had done a little Meng Lang. only cares about saving people, and doesn't think about the consequences, it must be a great thing for a woman to be exposed in front of her eyes like this.

A hoarse moan sounded, and Zhang Qingyun's body moved.

When Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes, he was greeted by a gentle smiling face.

"Master Zhang, are you awake?" a clear and pleasant greeting came from Xiao Yuesheng's mouth.

Zhang Qingyun frowned slightly, his jade face was still cold and cold, and he asked in a hoarse voice with slight hesitation: "Master Xiaozhuang?"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded.

Zhang Qingyun's eyes always had the aura of Qinghua, swept Xiao Yuesheng's body, and asked with a little doubt and uneasiness: "How can Master Xiao Zhuang be here?"

Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly pressed her fragrant shoulders with both hands, "Don't move, your injury is not suitable for movement." ”

Zhang Qingyun felt that his chest was stuffy and painful, and knew that he was indeed seriously injured, so he had to lie down according to his words, frowned lightly, and said on his back: "Thank you Master Xiao for coming to the rescue!"

When Xiao Yuesheng sat down, she realized that she was only wearing a moon-white short coat, and the outer shirt was already under Zhang Qingyun's body, no wonder she looked at herself again and again.

He sat cross-legged beside Zhang Qingyun, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Zhang's boss is serious! It's just a coincidence, it happened that Xiao was passing by here, but he couldn't arrive in time, and he was so tired that Zhang's head was injured, but he was too late!"

Although Xiao Yuesheng was his life-saving benefactor, sitting next to him so close still made Zhang Qingyun feel quite uncomfortable, and his eyebrows, which were already melancholy, frowned lightly.

Xiao Yuesheng turned a blind eye to her frowning, but asked to himself: "I don't know who that great monk is, he is quite successful in practicing kung fu!"

Although he was quite uncomfortable with the manly aura on his body, Zhang Qingyun replied in a slightly hoarse voice: "He is a member of the Nanshan Gang,...... Alas, it's all because Poor Dao underestimated the Nanshan Gang, and he didn't want to be able to invite such a master, and the sword was hard to hurt, alas...... , how are my disciples?"

"They're fine, they just need to recuperate. Xiao Yuesheng turned his head to look at the two girls who were still unconscious, their faces had changed back to white and tender, but their breathing was still short.

"Huh-" Zhang Qingyun closed his eyes slightly, took a long breath, opened his eyes again, and showed a smile to Xiao Yuesheng for the first time: "I'm relieved-!"

Suddenly, she found that there was a slight chill in her chest, as if her clothes were breathable, and the cold wind was looking through the gap, and she slowly looked down, and two red clouds suddenly rose on her face carved from white jade, and her eyes, which were originally smiling, suddenly changed color, and she stared at Xiao Yuesheng fiercely in shame.

Xiao Yuesheng shrugged his shoulders slightly, and explained with a wry smile: "That monk's palm power is powerful, and it can't be done below, and the coat is under you, there is really nothing to hide, Zhang Zhangjiao forgive me!"

Zhang Qingyun's cheeks were red, he looked down, and found that the rest of his clothes were still neat, so he sighed secretly, turned his eyes away, didn't look at him, and said coldly: "Put the coat on me!"

She was embarrassed in her heart, and her body suddenly exuded a dignified majesty, which was the momentum that the superior had unconsciously cultivated, with a commanding condescending tone.

"No!" Xiao Yuesheng categorically vetoed, the momentum was like a spring breeze blowing over a rock for him, and it had no effect, "You have injuries on your body, you can't move!"

Zhang Qingyun's momentum made Xiao Yuesheng's gentle and easy-going temperament suddenly disappear, and the majesty of the vast world suddenly appeared, pressing Zhang Qingyun's chest and chilling all over.

Only then did she wake up to the unfathomable martial arts of this Xiao Zhuang master.

Zhang Qingyun was ashamed and angry, and as soon as his cold and arrogant surname moved, he was about to get up.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes were quick, and when her arms were just stretched out and she hadn't gotten up, she was a little empty.

Zhang Qingyun suddenly felt that her body was numb, she fell heavily, the back of her head hit the ground, and she made a splash, so that her eyes were full of stars, dizzy, and her eyes couldn't see clearly, so she could only stare in the direction of Xiao Yuesheng with hatred, and the moist breath in her body suddenly stopped, which made the pain in her chest worsen.

Xiao Yuesheng regretted it a lot, he shouldn't have been so rude, but he couldn't stand the tone of other people's orders.

But it was originally a soft heart, but when he saw Zhang Qingyun's cold gaze, he hardened a little and looked at her calmly.

"Don't mess around...... Xiao Mou is the womanizer in your eyes?!" After staring at Zhang Qingyun for a long time, Xiao Yuesheng's face sank like water, staring at her eyes, and said slowly.

Zhang Qingyun only felt that his chest was sore terribly, and the man opposite had the power to make him succumb, so that he couldn't breathe, but the cold and arrogant surname supported him and stared at the other party coldly.

As soon as Xiao Yuesheng's momentum was retracted, he sensed the pain in her body, so he didn't care about himself, turned his head away, and ignored her no more.

In a few words, the originally gentle and harmonious atmosphere between the two disappeared, and the rapid change was amazing.

Zhang Qingyun's two disciples are lying on their sides on the ground, slightly curled up, their arms slightly pressed together in front of their chests, their posture is graceful, with Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, it can be seen at a glance that the jade bodies wrapped in the wide road robe are exquisite, at this time the two of them have been breathing steadily, their faces are quiet, as if they are sleeping.

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly felt that it was still a little inappropriate for him to sit here like this, in the eyes of outsiders, there were three living beauties lying beside him, which might be quite fragrant, but the fly in the ointment was that the three of them were all dressed in Taoist robes, which looked a little indecent.

He wanted to get up to avoid suspicion, so as not to let his sister-in-law and brother-in-law, who were getting closer and closer, look at him, but when he turned his head and saw Zhang Qingyun's still embarrassed gaze, his original annoyance that his dog bit Lu Dongbin suddenly faded, and he had a little fun of teasing.

Xiao Yuesheng's index finger slashed at the cuffs of the short shirt, like a knife, a piece of sleeve fluttered down, and was copied by Xiao Yuesheng with one hand.

"Master Zhang, this person eats soft and not hard, and he can't see the person who criticizes himself, but for the sake of having a one-sided relationship, he has to reluctantly make it difficult, and use it to cover it up for you for the time being. ”

Xiao Yuesheng waved the white cloth in his hand and said casually with a calm face.

Regardless of her expression, she pressed towards Zhang Qingyun's towering chest.

"Stop!" Zhang Qingyun hurriedly shouted.

Xiao Yuesheng stopped in the air with one hand and looked at her a little coldly.

Then he stretched out his palm again, closer to her chest.

"Please wait. Zhang Qingyun was in a hurry, with a little crying in his slightly hoarse voice, which made Xiao Yuesheng feel guilty, and he was a little in danger.

He stopped his hand, a slight smile in the corner of his eye.

"I ...... I'll do it myself. Although Zhang Qingyun was ashamed, he could only say softly, he was afraid of angering him again, so that he didn't care about it, he was now like meat on a board, and he was powerless to resist.

Xiao Yuesheng was originally bluffing, scaring her, but seeing that her arrogance had been suppressed, her eyes were slightly red, and she was no longer forced to force each other, otherwise it was really too much.

With a flick of his void, Zhang Qingyun's acupoint was suddenly unraveled, and the warm internal breath flowed in his body again, and the place where he passed was extremely comfortable.

She glanced at the long sword next to her arm, the sword light flashed in the afterglow of the sunset, and then glanced at Xiao Yuesheng who was sitting beside her, and there was an urge to grab the sword and stab him in her heart, but she just met his smiling eyes, so she could only sigh helplessly, took the armcloth in his hand, and covered the seductive Chunguang exposed in front of him.

"Zhang's head is a monk, why should he be too stubborn, he is in a hurry to follow the power, how can he take care of so much in the future! Zhang's mind is not open enough!"

Xiao Yuesheng still didn't move, he was very close to Zhang Qingyun, and said words that made Zhang Qingyun even more annoyed.

Zhang Qingyun covered his chest, his heart was settled, and he was experiencing the warm inner breath in his body, at this time, when he heard Xiao Yuesheng's words, he smelled a strong manly breath on his body between his mouth and nose, and a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart, so he was furious, and angrily grabbed the long sword beside him and stabbed at the man.

"Hehe......" Xiao Yuesheng let out a long laugh, floated up cross-legged, and flashed Zhang Qingyun's soft sword.

With a "snap", her slender jade fingers could no longer grasp the long sword, and fell to the ground, followed by two heavy coughs, the white jade face turned red, and her eyes were still glaring at Xiao Yuesheng with hatred.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't know why, when he saw her angry and angry look, he couldn't help but want to tease her, but when he saw her coughing, he felt distressed, and hurriedly stopped laughing, wearing a moon-white short shirt, floating back to his body, and sitting under his hips.

Immediately, his palm was like electricity, and he gently patted Zhang Qingyun's jade shoulder.

Zhang Qingyun only felt that a warm breath like in his body spread from his shoulders to his body, and quickly rushed to his chest and abdomen, soothing the stuffy pain in his chest, which was extremely comfortable.

"Alas, the words are contrary to the ear, just don't say it, why should Zhang Zhangmen be so angry?" Xiao Yuesheng suddenly felt that he had the potential of Tang Seng, and these words could be said casually.

"Shut up!" Zhang Qingyun suddenly shouted, his jade face was flushed, and his melancholy eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire.

"Hehe-" Xiao Yuesheng let out a long laugh, finally stopped teasing her, arched his hand, and said: "Don't blame Zhang, it's just a joke and a faux pas, please forgive me!"

Zhang Qingyun glared at him fiercely, snorted, turned his head away, and ignored him again. She is not a joker, and she didn't expect that the chic and elegant master in her original eyes was such a virtuous surname, and she couldn't help but sigh that she had no eyes.

Xiao Yuesheng touched his nose, a little sneering, and felt that he had gone too far just now, and he had completely offended Zhang Qingyun.

"Look at the monk's trick just now, it seems to be a golden bell jar, but I don't know what kind of palm it is, it is very powerful!" Xiao Yuesheng sat there, muttering to himself, holding a weed in his hand, looking at it non-stop, it was really rare to be able to grow such green grass in winter, he looked over and over again, and he couldn't identify what kind of grass it was.

Zhang Qingyun sulked to himself, turned his head, ignored him, and just stared at the pine forest at sunset.

"Huh-" Xiao Yuesheng suddenly heard two moans on the other side.

"You're awake?...... Don't move! The injury is too serious now, and it will aggravate the injury if you move!" Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly turned around and gently pressed the two people who were lying on their opposite sides, and it was quite a coincidence that they could wake up at the same time.

"Are you...... Master Xiao?" asked the older woman, a little confused and surprised.

For the owner of Xiao Zhuang, they were deeply impressed, and they could recognize it at a glance.

"Master Xiao,...... Where's my master?" asked the other female disciple with a slightly round face, her beautiful eyes filled with a little fear.

"Your master is fine, she is lying next to you, but she is also injured and can't move. Xiao Yuesheng was as gentle as an elder, and said with a soft smile.

"Ziyan, Siying, it's okay for the teacher, how are you?" Zhang Qingyun's slightly excited voice sounded, but there was still no lack of majesty.

"Master!" the two women cried out, overjoyed and as if they wanted to cry.

Xiao Yuesheng stood up lightly and looked down at the three of them: "You are injured, don't be too excited, and don't move!

Although he said that it was serious, in fact, the injuries of the three of them had been controlled by his true qi, as long as he didn't use internal force anymore, it didn't matter, but people who practiced martial arts, how could they not use internal force in every move, so they didn't let them move.

"Thank you Lord Xiao Zhuang for saving your life!" Duan Ziyan is a big disciple, he is extremely intelligent, and when he saw that his master was also injured, he knew that it was Master Xiao Zhuang who came to the rescue, otherwise he would have returned to the netherworld now.

Xiao Yuesheng swept her crystal eyes, glanced at Zhang Qingyun who turned her head again, and shook her head with a smile, "You're welcome, I have such a friendship with your master, and it is natural to help." ”

Zhang Qingyun frowned secretly, he just needed to maintain his majesty as a master, but it was inconvenient to face him sharply, and he was too out of shape, so he quickly glanced at him, pretended not to hear, and stopped looking at him.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was bursting, and they gradually approached the pine forest, and it was Guo Xiang and Guo Po who arrived.

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