"Second aunt, I see that Yajiao is only one step away from Chengjiao, and he is full of treasures. The white fat man hugged Ning Chen's arm and spoke.

"The gall of Yajiao is no less than Baodan in the condensation period. Erhong said to Ning Chen.

"I know that his snow-white snake skin, even if it is not refined, if it is sewn and mended, it can be called a treasure garment, and it is white, I like it. Ning Chen responded.

Speaking of this, the three people who were moving all the way stopped and looked at each other silently.

"It's too cheap to leave Yajiao to them. Er Hong pouted and said to Ning Chen, his apricot eyes were filled with greed.

"Yes, if you want me to see, that Yajiao is full of treasures, and its value is no less than that of a peerless magic weapon, even if it is Yajiao's flesh and blood, it can strengthen the muscles and bones and make the flesh stronger. The white fat man said.

"Kind of makes sense. Ning Chen pinched his chin and nodded slightly.

Then he looked at the insatiable Ning Chen, Erhong, and Bai Fat, turned around directly, and began to walk back sneakily, ready to take a sneak peek, how is Wang Lung and Yajiao, see if there is a chance, if it is not slipping away, if there is, then ......

After a full hour, looking at the entrance of the snow-scale cave, there was already a river of blood, and the corpses of more than 400 monks were scattered across the clearing.

Under the siege of nearly 500 monks, Naya Jiao finally lost his physical strength and was shot in the head by Wang Long, killing him on the spot.

On the other hand, Wang Long was not much better, one arm was already bloody and fleshy, and he lost consciousness under the extreme cold. His body was also scarred. Apparently the injury was not light. Blood was dripping from the corners of the mouth.

The remaining fifty or so monks were not much better, they were all embarrassed, and the losses were not ordinarily heavy.

Fortunately, this ferocious Yajiao was finally killed, and he didn't kill the second aunt, and he captured a priceless Yajiao, which can be regarded as a trace of comfort in all misfortune.

As for the Wuxian Dao people in Nanyue City, although their faces were extremely ugly. But looking at the precious and abnormal Yajiao, I felt better in my heart, the value of this Yajiao was no less than a peerless magic weapon, even if they suffered heavy losses.

"Senior Brother Wang Long, what a skill, I didn't expect such a strong Yajiao to be killed by you, amazing, amazing. ”

Just when Wang Lung and the Traceless Dao people looked at Yajiao and felt a little relieved after all kinds of misfortunes. Suddenly a very cheap voice came from the woods.

Immediately after, look at the white fat man's hippie smiling face and twisting his fat body. Little by little, it squeezed out of the dense bushes, and it was as cheap as it was.

At the same time, Ning Chen and Erhong also stood on top of the branches, their expressions looking very calm.

Seeing that the second aunt, who hated them to the bone and kept chasing and killing, once again reappeared in front of them, whether it was Wang Lung or the Traceless Daoist, their faces changed drastically, and their eyes were about to fall out.

That's right, they really wanted to run into the second aunt and crush her to pieces, but now that the second aunt really appeared again, it made them terrified.

Because after fighting with Yajiao, they were left with only the remnants of the defeated army, Wang Lung was seriously injured, and the rest of the disciples were no better, how could they deal with it.

The timing of this second aunt's appearance is too terrible!

The Wuxian Dao people in Nanyue City have also gone completely crazy.

"Second aunt, you, you ......" Wang Long's eyes were shocked, his eyes were full of incredulity, and the silver spear in his hand was directly across his chest.

"Don't be so nervous, we can talk about it well, why dance and get guns?" Ning Chen squatted on the branches, his expression was calm, and he said slowly: "I have a clear view with you, and I can be regarded as having no grievances in the past and no enmity in the near future, and I really don't want to hurt your lives, God has the virtue of a good life, leave Yajiao and the storage bag on your body, you can go." ”

Hearing Ning Chen's words, whether it was Wang Lung or the Traceless Daoist, he almost fainted in anger, this little cub killed 2,000 disciples of Shangqingguan and robbed countless financial reports of Shangqingguan, what is no resentment, what is no hatred?

Obviously, Shangqingguan is the master of suffering!

This little cub has made a pit in Shangqingguan, and now he is still putting on a magnanimous appearance, and his face is thick enough.

And leaving behind the Yajiao they worked so hard to kill, this is clearly a robbery.

"Second aunt, you said it lightly, we don't share the sky with you in Shangqingguan!" Wang Lung was about to explode, and the tip of the gun was pointed at Ning Chen.

"Since you say that, then there is no need to talk about it?" Ning Chen slowly stood up, took out a large wooden stick from the storage ring little by little, and said in a slightly high voice.

As this terrifying and infamous big wooden stick was revealed, looking at Wang Lung and the remaining fifty scarred Shangqing Guan monks, their expressions changed drastically, and their eyes couldn't help but reveal a touch of fear.

How many people were killed by this big wooden stick before, they had seen it before, and it could be called brutal.

What's more, Wang Lung was seriously injured, his strength was greatly reduced, and the other monks were not much better, and these fifty or so monks might not be able to beat Ning Chen.

Looking left and right, looking at a monk of Shangqing Guan who was constantly retreating, Wang Lung, who was extremely angry, was crying in his heart.

Obviously, they are the pursuers, they are the hunters, how did they become prey in an instant, Wang Long, who was holding a silver spear, trembled with anger.

"Second aunt, Lao Tzu fought with you today!"

After that, Wang Lung didn't care about it, holding the silver spear in one hand, his eyes were blood-red, and he went straight towards Ning Chen to kill him.

Bang!

Almost just when Wang Lung, who was covered in injuries, just jumped up and killed in front of Ning Chen, he saw that Ning Chen did not dodge or dodge, and the big wooden stick in his hand was as fast as lightning, and smashed it on Wang Lung's skull alive.

"Ugh!"

Poof.

Suddenly, Wang Lung only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the whole person fell directly into the bushes, and his life and death were unknown.

The white fat man standing under the branches, without doing anything, smiled and took Wang Lung's silver gun in his hand, and then Wang Lung's storage bag and the treasure clothes on his body.

"Who else?" Ning Chen shook off the blood stains on the big wooden stick, looked at the fifty or so monks in front of him, and said lightly.

On the other hand, the fifty Shangqingguan monks who came to chase Ning Chen watched Wang Long's stick being knocked to the ground, and they all tried hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva, only to feel cold behind them.

Without Wang Long, they were each injured, how could they be the opponents of the second aunt? Thinking of this, all the Shangqing Guan monks gritted their teeth at Ning Chen, and their hearts were also full of fear.

"Second aunt, count you ruthlessly, let's go. One of the Shangqingguan monks pointed at Ning Chen angrily and said, unwilling, he was ready to leave with the Shangqingguan monks, this was called a hatred in his heart, but full of grievances.

"Wait a minute. ”

Just as the fifty Shangqing Guan monks were full of anger and turned around to leave, Ning Chen suddenly let out a low groan. (To be continued.) )