"Let go of that child" When Zhao Le was still thinking about what to do with this guy in front of him, he heard a cry, and the little guy was caught by Wu Yan's men, and there was a woman lying on the ground next to him, obviously trying to stop it but without success.

"You throw away the sword in your hand first" Wu Yan said to Zhao Le, Zhao Le threw the sword in his hand to the ground, Wu Yan saw Zhao Le obediently throw the sword to the ground and smiled proudly.

"Let the child go, don't hurt the child. Old Zhao Tou was very anxious when he saw Wu Yan arresting the children in the village, and almost said in a pleading tone.

"Shut up," Wu Yan yelled at Old Zhao viciously. Turning his head and saying to Zhao Le, "Aren't you very powerful, don't you still have to listen to me?" I really didn't expect that you kid really has two brushes, and even Sun Huyuan is not your opponent. But you still have to listen to me. Haha, hand over your gold, and then abolish your right hand yourself" said here Wu Yan admired his wit very much.

The villagers of Zhaojia Village were very angry when they saw Wu Yan threatening people with a small child, but no one dared to step forward, Wu Yan put the knife on the child's neck, the child was a child at this time was really frightened, kept crying, and Wu Yan who was crying was a little upset.

"Don't cry" Wu Yan shouted at the child, but it didn't work, but he cried even more. Wu Yan was a little crazy, maybe his hand was slipping, maybe he was deliberately trying to scare the child and not let the child cry again, the knife in Wu Yan's hand slashed lightly, and there was a blood mark.

"What are you going to do?" the villagers were anxious, and Lao Zhao also shouted anxiously.

A white light appeared in front of everyone's eyes without warning, and when Wu Yan saw the white light clearly, the same pain came from his right shoulder, and Wu Yan watched his right arm detach from his body, which was almost the same as Sun Huyuan just now.

"I'll take care of this matter," an hour after Wu Yan escaped, or Zhao Le deliberately let go, Zhao Le inquired about where Wu Yan lived, and he decided to go there and meet the immortal master in the villager's mouth.

"Uh...... Immortal Master. "Old Zhao Tou is not as calm as he was an hour ago when facing Zhao Le, just because of that sword, the flying sword!

"You...... You must be careful. "Old Zhao Tou doesn't know what to say now.

"I will"

"How can this be" In the Wu family's compound, Wu Meng saw that his son was carried back, and his right arm was missing, like a mad lion, and everyone was silent when they saw it, so as not to suffer an unwarranted disaster.

Telling a good person to take care of his son, Wu Meng hurriedly came to his backyard, where the trees are lush and green, and it feels like a paradise, there is a cultivator here!

After listening to the description of the subordinate who went to Zhaojia Village with Wu Yan, Wu Meng was sure that he was also a cultivator.

"Crane Immortal Master. Wu Meng stood at the door and saluted respectfully, and then called, this person who called himself the Crane Immortal Master was rescued by Wu Meng, a six-year-old senior, at that time Wu Meng thought that he was just saving an ordinary person, and later found out that this person knew immortal arts, and he stayed after trying every means to retain this Crane Immortal Master.

"My son was injured by a cultivator. ”

"Cultivator, are you sure?" said that the qi in his voice was a little lacking, as if he was still injured.

"Yes, he's using a flying sword. ”

"Flying sword, how old is it?"

"It's a young man"

"Okay, you go, he's coming, you drag him, I'll come in a moment. ”

"Who's coming?" Wu Meng was a little confused!

"The cultivator you're talking about. Let's go."

When Wu Meng came out of the backyard, the servants came to report that there was a young man in the front hall.

"You're the one who hurt my son?" Wu Meng's tone was cold.

"Yes" Zhao Le replied without any expression.

"What are you doing here? Is it like doing whatever you want by relying on your immortal arts?"

"I'm here to tell you about your son. ”

"What is there to say, he is already deposed!" said his son Wu Meng, very annoyed.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"Don't think that if you're a cultivator, I'm afraid of you. ”

"Is it just because you have to have a cultivator in your family?"

"You...... How do you know?" Wu Meng was surprised

"Many people know it, and everyone in Zhaojia Village knows it."

"Hehe, is it?, this fellow Daoist, where did you learn from?" a knife voice came from behind Zhao Le.

Zhao Le turned his head.

"As a cultivator, how can you stay in an ordinary person's house?" Zhao Le was puzzled.

"Six years ago, I was injured in a fight, and it was Mr. Wu Meng who saved me, and then he begged me to stay at his house, so I agreed. ”

"So hurting ordinary people for so many years and sucking people's essence is what Wu Meng asked you to do?"

Wu Meng heard it in a fog.

"You know it all. "This one called the Crane Immortal Master is still calm.

"The people from Zhaojia Village told me about the bizarre deaths around me in the past few years, and then said that there is an immortal master in the Wu family, I guessed you. Zhao Le looked at the monk in front of him with sharp eyes.

"You can call me Brother Crane. The Crane Monk remained calm.

"I am a casual cultivator, unlike you people who come out of the sect, you have good resources and a safe cultivation environment, and we are afraid every day, of course, when I see someone weaker than me, I will do whatever it takes to steal his everything, why should I secretly harm people and suck their essence? I was injured, I was hunted down and killed by a person in the foundation building period six years ago, and I escaped only after some unpopular people, I have not made any progress in the past six years, and I am here to hide. I ......"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Zhao Le interrupted him not wanting to listen to this guy's chatter.

"The young man was really impatient. Why should I be afraid of you? You are the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, and so am I. You, a chick from a great sect, I can kill it when I practice qi at the sixth layer, let alone now?"

"Really?" Zhao Le smiled at the corner of his mouth, pointing at the flying sword and flying towards the crane immortal master.

"The young man is really impatient. Brother Crane said slowly, but the movement of his hand was not slow, and a red flag appeared on Brother Crane's hand, and a bloody breath came to his face.

"Evil cultivator ?!!" Zhao Le shouted loudly and attacked with all his might.

With a ding, the banner seemed to be made of cloth, but it made a metallic sound when it collided with the flying sword.

"What about evil cultivation, what about the righteous path? Aren't they all the same? Can you do anything immoral for your own cultivation?" said Monk Crane as he waved his blood banner towards Zhao Lejuan.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Le recalled the flying sword, held the flying sword and slashed towards the blood flag, the sword was bounced away as soon as it touched the flag, and Zhao Le's brain was buzzing.

"Say you're a chick, you still don't believe it, my blood banner is not an ordinary weapon, although I can't use it all in my hands, it's enough to deal with you," said Brother Crane again.

This time Zhao Le could only dodge, and at this time, Zhao Le's mind seemed to be screaming as if there were countless ghosts, which made him very irritable and unable to fight at all. Zhao Le was able to dodge, shook his head, only to see the man dancing with blood flags rushing again, and Zhao Le avoided it dangerously.

"See how long you can hide" was dodged by Zhao Le twice in a row, and the crane monk shouted with a gloomy face, bullying Zhao Le again.