Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

"What's wrong with you, Wen Zhuliu, you can't even take down a woman?" Wen Chao scolded, frowning.

Wen Zhuliu didn't answer, he straightened up, stared at Xiao Longnu condescendingly, his arms dropped naturally, and the illusory cold flames in both palms flourished.

bass--

As soon as Wen Zhuliu stepped on the ground, he shot out like an arrow piercing the clouds, grabbing at Xiaolongnv's dantian.

Xiao Longnv's gaze was as calm as water, her dantian qi surged towards her palms, and the prototype of a long sword appeared in her palms, and she immediately went up to meet them.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Wen Chao pointed at the wooden house behind Xiao Longnv, and said with a smirk: "Those over there, go to the house behind this bastard."

Several Wen's monks looked at each other left and right, then clasped their hands and replied, "Yes, my lord."

As soon as the voice fell, he held the sword and walked towards the wooden house where Cheng Ying and others were hiding.

Cheng Ying in the house has been paying attention to the situation outside.

She wanted to help Xiao Longnv, but after hearing Wen Chao's words, she could only bear with it, watching Xiao Longnv fight Wen Zhuliu worriedly.

At this time, there was no way not to make a move.

Cheng Yingyin entered the door frame, thinking of defeating a Wen's monk with one move.

After waiting for a while, Cheng Ying didn't see anyone breaking in, but heard the sound of swords clashing outside getting louder.

Looking sideways at the outside through the window, her delicate body was stunned suddenly, her eyes showed shock, and she couldn't help whispering: "Sister Long..."

In the valley outside.

At this moment, Xiao Longnv's complexion turned pale, and her breath became a bit heavy. Single and double swords, she was facing a dozen or so Wen family monks including Wen Zhuliu.

"It seems that my guess is correct. The group of little mice are indeed behind this bitch. You all come over to me and surround this bitch. I want to play slowly."

After Wen Chao finished speaking, he turned his head, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, playful:

"Warmth, you hide fugitives privately. It seems that you have forgotten your father's kindness, or do you have any selfish intentions?"

Warm eyes narrowed slightly, pursed lips, and said slowly: "I have been in Dafan Mountain all the time, and I don't know if there is a fugitive or not. At this time, even if you make trouble with the Patriarch, I am not afraid of warmth."

"Oh, I hope, but... now you don't let your clansmen do anything, why are you standing here? My Wen family doesn't support idlers."

"Wen Chao, I haven't received the Patriarch's order, so don't pretend to be a tiger here!"

Wen Chao smiled and said nothing, turned his head, and looked at the two little dragon girls who were besieged with great interest.

"Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect there to be a beauty. I didn't believe it before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

At this time outside the wooden house.

There are nearly 50 Wen monks headed by Wen Zhuliu, and there are still people coming from all directions in the valley from time to time.

Is the little dragon girl already in a hurry to deal with it?

"Sister Long, leave us alone and go find Big Brother Yang." Cheng Ying sobbed with blood on the corner of her mouth, clutching her abdomen.

Xiao Longnv's sword at this time is still as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a dragon swimming, and extremely agile, but there is a faint tiredness entwined between her brows?
In the end, she was no match for four hands with two fists, let alone with so many enemies, she couldn't help but feel powerless.

Looking into the depths of the valley, Xiao Longnv looked worried, "Guoer, what's the matter with you, why does Auntie... feel uneasy?" '

Xiao Longnv's mind was in a mess, and there was a mistake in her moves. Wen Zhuliu saw his eyes turn cold, and stretched out his palm like lightning, and slapped Xiao Longnv's back.

"Sister Long, be careful!" Cheng Ying said in surprise.

"Um--"

But Xiao Longnv had no chance to resist, she was slapped on the back by Wen Zhuliu, she couldn't help but grunt, her face turned pale, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Xiao Longnv didn't care about the pain, she carried the sword in one hand, and slashed at Wen Zhuliu's unresolved and withdrawn hands.

when--

Wen Zhuliu's eyes were cold, he didn't dodge too much, but expended a lot of mana, squeezed the protruding long sword in his hand, crushed it into pieces of stellar energy, and returned it to the little dragon girl's dantian Yinhua.

Then he stretched out another palm and slapped Xiao Longnv's back, but this time she jumped lightly and narrowly dodged it.

Wen Zhuliu was about to continue chasing him, but Wen Chao held him by the shoulder.

"Little beauty, how does it taste?"

Xiao Longnu didn't answer, her palms naturally hung down, the tip of her sword rested in the soil, and she stood in front of everyone, her jade face was pale, her dress was stained with blood, with the flow of Gang Qi, a long sword of Gang Qi re-condensed in her hand, looking directly at Looking at Wen Chao and the others, he said coldly, "Let's make a move."

Seeing the demeanor of the little dragon girl, Wen Chao was even more excited.

"Have a temper, I like it, I will let you call me brother at night, you go on, be careful not to hurt this little beauty's life, my son has to be good at night... ah..."

The smug smile in Wen Chao's heart didn't last long before he felt a pain in his mouth and tongue, and his face was full of pain.

Wen Zhuliu was startled, he protected Wen Chao behind him, stood tall and straight, and watched the white-haired youth who suddenly appeared vigilantly.

"Auntie, does it still hurt?" Yang Guo asked with tears in his eyes that were as red as blood, he blamed himself and felt distressed.

"Don't cry, the pain is long gone."

Seeing Yang Guo appearing in front of her completely, Xiao Longnv's heart finally fell, and she took out a white handkerchief from her bosom to wipe Yang Guo's tears.

"It's all bleeding, how can it not hurt, aunt lied, she should be punished."

"Then how are we going to punish my aunt?" Xiao Longnv asked with a smile as she stopped her movements and frowned.

Yang Guo acted like he was in deep thought, stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, "Don't say anything again, I've lied to you, otherwise I'd hit my aunt on the forehead."

Xiaolongnv supported her forehead, imitating Yang Guo's previous appearance, and replied pitifully, "Gu Gu won't do it next time."

With tears in his eyes, Yang Guo smiled brightly.

"My aunt knew she was wrong, why did she cry again later?"

"Guo'er is a crybaby."

……

Seeing Yang and Long's affectionate appearance, all the Wen's monks looked at me, I looked at him, and he looked at you, all of them didn't know what to do next, and then they focused their eyes on Wen Chao.

Blood flowed from Wen Chao's mouth, and with pain in his brows, he glared at Yang and Long.

"My lord, half of your tongue is broken." Wen Zhuliu checked briefly and replied.

"Uh... um... ah... you... um... kill..."

Wen Chao mumbled about killing Yang and Long, but Wen Zhuliu didn't understand a single word.

"Miss warmth, the doctor is benevolent, please treat our young master." Wen Zhuliu clasped his fists and said.

Looking at everyone tenderly, he hesitated for a moment, nodded and said coldly, "leave it to me."

"There's no need to save it. I'm going to die soon anyway. You can help my aunt first."

Yang Guo tapped acupuncture points to stop the bleeding for Xiao Longnv and Cheng Ying, then sent them back to the wooden house.

"I don't know what your honorable name is?" Wen Zhuliu stood firm, looked directly at Yang Guo, and asked loudly.

"What's the use of a bunch of dead people knowing my name?"

Yang Guo's expression was indifferent, step by step, he walked towards the group of Wen's monks without hurrying.