Who would raise a villain as a wife?

The woman in red raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, "Miao Jiang is good at Gu Shu and poison, but his close combat skills are sluggish."

The red-dressed woman's eyes turned cold as she spoke, "The leader has ordered that they be captured alive!"

Several men responded in unison and all rushed towards Qianqiao.

Qian Qiao secretly thought that this was not good. Close combat was his weakness and he was no match for these people.

He wanted to escape, but someone was faster than him and blocked his way, forcing him to take action.

His attempt to use Gu was interrupted, so he could only dodge passively and use the poisonous powder and poisonous insects on his body to delay time.

Now he just hoped that He Yunjing would come over quickly, otherwise he would really die.

Of course He Yunjing also knew Qian Qiao's current situation. He wanted to get rid of Zhong Ziyou's entanglement. However, Zhong Ziyou had seen through their plans last time. How could he let He Yunjing leave? He wanted to catch Qian Qiao when she was alone!

"I advise you not to waste your efforts. His martial arts are so poor that he has probably fallen into my hands long ago. It would be a waste of time for you to go. It would be better for you to surrender obediently. I can even accept you into the Demon Sect. With your martial arts skills, you will definitely achieve great things in my Demon Sect!"

He Yunjing sneered, "That's unfortunate. I'm used to freedom and don't like to be inferior to others."

He changed the movements of his two swords rapidly. Although he was anxious, he could not rush. He could only knock Zhong Ziyou down first.

Sensing He Yunjing's intention, Zhong Ziyou remained calm. He avoided He Yunjing's edge and did not attack him head-on. His only goal was to trip up He Yunjing.

The two men fought for more than ten moves, and He Yunjing burst out with his internal strength and slashed forward with a knife.

The knife was so powerful that even Zhong Ziyou didn't dare to take it head-on. He could only retreat to avoid its edge. It was at this time that He Yunjing threw away the knife and turned around and ran, quickly chasing after Qian Qiao.

There was already some distance between the two of them, and He Yunjing used all his strength to perform Qinggong, instantly widening the distance. It was too late for Zhong Ziyou to catch up and stop him.

Zhong Ziyou frowned. He really couldn't understand why there was such a person around Qianxiu. Not only was he a martial arts master, but he also had strong thinking and reaction skills. He could always make the best judgment at the most critical moment.

If He Yunjing had run away at the beginning, he would have been on guard, but He Yunjing went all out several times, making him think that He Yunjing wanted to kill him.

But time had dragged on for so long, he felt that Qian Qiao should have been captured, so he was not so anxious.

He Yunjing had been listening to the system's broadcast, and rushed there as quickly as possible. At the critical moment, he swung out his long sword and forced back the man approaching Qianxiu.

At this moment, Qianxiu had only suffered minor injuries and was not in serious condition. He immediately fell to Qianxiu's side and raised his hand to protect him behind him.

"How about it?"

He Yunjing asked, somewhat worried about Qianxiu's current situation.

Qian Qiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "I'm not going to die yet. These bastards are holding on to my weaknesses. If you hadn't taught me how to delay before, I would have been caught by now."

He Yunjing hummed, raised his eyes to look at the people opposite him, and said coldly, "Follow me closely."

"Ok!"

Qian Qiao agreed obediently. He held the bone flute in one hand and the bone whistle in the other. He followed He Yunjing closely and blew the bone whistle. He finally had the chance to summon poisonous insects.

He Yunjing led the way, pushed away those who blocked their way, and ran quickly down the mountain.

When Zhong Ziyou arrived, he saw the backs of the two men running away. Zhong Ziyou narrowed his eyes, flicked his sleeves and threw the men next to him out, "Waste!"

He delayed for such a long time, and these people still failed to capture Qianqiao. Wouldn't he be angry?

The man was so scared that he dared not speak. Zhong Ziyou didn't bother to care and immediately flew after him.

He Yunjing dealt with those people quickly. All of his moves were killing moves. Even those who were lucky enough not to die could not stand up.

Feeling someone chasing him, He Yunjing flew and landed on a tree branch, letting Qianqiu go first, and he and Zhong Ziyu exchanged a fierce palm strike.

This time it was a test of internal strength. Although He Yunjing had practiced for such a long time, he still felt a little overwhelmed when facing Zhong Ziyu's profound internal strength.

He was forced to retreat more than ten meters and fell into Qianqiu's arms.

Qian Qiao supported him from behind and asked worriedly, "How are you?"

"It's okay, you go first!"

Qian Qiao was worried, but he was indeed a burden now, and staying would only become a trouble for He Yunjing.

He made up his mind, told him to be careful, and left quickly using his lightness skills.

Watching Qian Qiao walk away, Zhong Ziyou's eyes became colder and colder, and he wanted to keep He Yunjing even more.

He continued to fight with He Yunjing, his tone mocking, "He just abandoned you like this. Does he really not care about your life or death at all?"

"Sowing discord? You're targeting the wrong target." He Yunjing didn't care. Qian Qiao was a smart man. Even though there was a huge difference in their internal strength, He Yunjing had enough means to escape unscathed.

What he had to do was to buy time for Qianqiao. If Qianqiao stayed, he would be passive, so he would not be fooled by Zhong Ziyu's words.

Zhong Ziyou laughed coldly, "Then how can you be sure that there is no one arranged by me in front? You don't have a chance to save him this time!"

"If this is really possible, what would you say? Wouldn't you hide it from me and make me anxious so that you can take the opportunity to hurt me badly?"

This time it was He Yunjing's turn to slowly stop Zhong Ziyou's steps. The front was safe, so he naturally didn't have to worry. He was just afraid that if they started fighting, Zhong Ziyou would use some shady tricks to hurt Qian Qiao.

Listening to He Yunjing's unhurried words, Zhong Ziyou was furious and did not hold back. Every move he made was filled with strong internal force. "In that case, then you can stay!"

In terms of martial arts skills, He Yunjing is not inferior to anyone, but when it comes to internal strength, he is a little disappointing.

He Yunjing fought and retreated at the same time, and was shaken away by the internal force several times. Seeing that Qianqiu was about to escape from the predicament, he wanted to withdraw but Zhong Ziyou did not give him the chance.

The two men exchanged palm strikes again, and He Yunjing's chest was shaken so much that his body flew out uncontrollably.

Zhong Ziyou also took advantage of this time to pursue and attack, intending to defeat him with one palm.

He Yunjing wanted to stop. Only by stopping would he have enough strength to take the palm strike and then escape with the force of the palm strike.

But before he could stop, Zhong Ziyou's palm wind arrived in front of him, followed by a force from his back, and a hand stretched out from behind him, holding something in the hand.

When the two palms collided, He Yunjing saw countless powders scattered. Zhong Ziyu's eyes darkened and he quickly stepped back. A purple mark instantly appeared on the palm of his right hand.

At the same time, he was dragged backwards by a force. After taking several steps back, he finally stabilized himself, turned around, put his arms around Qianqiao's waist, and left quickly with him.

Looking at Qianxiu who was staggering in his arms, his face had turned completely pale and even his lips had lost their color.

"Ah-Xu!"

He Yunjing called out softly, his tone revealing his worry.

Zhong Ziyou's palm strike was obviously intended to kill him. Qianqiao's internal strength was weak, so this palm strike must have seriously injured him.

Qianxiu didn't say anything, biting her lip and enduring it until they were completely out of danger and stopped. Qianxiu finally opened her mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, then fell limply into He Yunjing's arms.