Jiuxiao

The faces of Huang Wenjun and the three turned pale instantly.

Previously, the other party was focused on winning the treasure, Huang Wenjun and the others built an enchantment, and the two sides were not close, so they were not noticed for a while.

But Liu Xiaowan's out-of-control shout immediately put them in an extremely dangerous situation.

After thousands of years, the aura on the mainland has become thinner and thinner, so the further a monk advances, the more difficult it will be.If we say that in the era of Zhou Yin 5000 years ago, Nascent Soul was walking all over the place, and the formation of alchemy was not as good as a dog, then now, looking at the entire continent, let alone Huashen, there are only a few dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators. They are only distributed in the major sects. As for the declining third-rate sect like the Jinghai Sword Sect, there are at most only a few monks in the alchemy stage.

Take Ye Jingyun, the head of the outer sect, as an example, it is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Right now, not to mention that there are only four of them, even if there are ten disciples of the Qi refining period standing here, they may not be this person's opponent, not to mention that the opponent has a magic weapon in his hand, he is ruthless, and even his former classmates can kill him, let alone a few of them Qi refining disciple.

It was useless to hide, Zhou Yin simply got up and walked out.

He Yun hated Liu Xiaowan's bad deeds very much, but at this moment, she had no time to argue with her, that person would definitely find that there was more than one person here, and they had no choice but to follow them out.

Lu Hanyuan, who murdered and seized the treasure, was watching them carefully with a lamp. Seeing them appearing, he was not surprised at all, but instead smiled: "I wonder who is hiding and eavesdropping, it turns out to be a few clowns in the Qi refining period!"

When Huang Wenjun saw the other party's obedience, he couldn't help shouting: "You are from the Qinggumen?!"

"The little devil still has some knowledge, so what?"

"We are members of the Jinghai Sword Sect. If you kill us, you will be an enemy of the entire Jinghai Sect!" Huang Wenjun's voice trembled a little when he said this, and his palms were sweating.

The other party's expression seemed to have heard a very funny joke: "I'm afraid that if I kill all of you, your sect leader will not only dare not say anything, but will still bow his knees like a dog when he sees our Qinggu sect, haha! "

Not only Huang Wenjun, but even the two girls, He Yun and Liu Xiaowan, became a little angry when they heard the other party's arrogant words, but this is the fact. The other party doesn't kill them now, just because they think they can't escape from his palm. It doesn't matter.

He Yun bit her lower lip: "If we swear not to tell, can you let us go?"

"If you are willing to follow me," he swung his eyes between Liu Xiaowan and He Yun, looking at the goods. "You can still think about it."

The two girls trembled all over, and He Yun lowered her head slightly, with a complicated expression on her face, as if she was really thinking about it.

Zhou Yin watched with cold eyes, not missing the murderous intent in Lu Hanyuan's eyes, knowing that the other party decided to kill people this time, and there was no room for change. When the other party was speaking, he stood still and looked for a gap.

Lu Hanyuan seemed to be sure that they would not be able to escape, and he was not in a hurry to make a move, but he could not wait to look down at the Zixia Falling Shadow Lamp in his hand, with unconcealable joy on his face.

This lamp is a treasure handed down from Fan Ximu's family. It is a defensive magic weapon. It is said that it can block the fatal blow of the Nascent Soul cultivator, but it needs to be nourished with the blood of the master. The longer the nourishment time, the higher the master's cultivation level. The higher the degree of resistance to attack.

Fan Ximu was guilty of committing crimes with biscuits, and his cultivation level was not high, but he was carrying a treasure, which naturally aroused the covetousness of those in the master's school. This was the scene where Lu Hanyuan's master instructed him to chase and kill Fan Ximu. However, Lu Hanyuan also had his own thoughts. After getting the magic weapon, I don't plan to hand it over, and I don't plan to go back to Qinggumen again.

It's now!

When Lu Hanyuan lowered his head to look at the lamp, and his attention was attracted by the brilliance around the magic weapon, Zhou Yin made a move.

He threw out the femme fatale in his sleeve.

Femme fatale is a common medicinal herb. The pollen can make people dizzy and blind for a short time. Zhou Yin paid special attention to it when he went out to collect herbs.

The other party obviously didn't expect that a small disciple in the Qi refining stage would dare to attack him, and before he could open his defense in time, he felt a burning pain in front of him, and couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

But Zhou Yin didn't let him have a chance to breathe. Almost at the same time, he pinched a formula and shouted: "Screw!"

As if with spiritual help, the wooden sword on his back flew out from behind him and stabbed at Lu Hanyuan.

This is the imperial sword that should have been learned in the middle stage of foundation establishment. At the critical moment, Zhou Yin used it regardless of the backlash caused by using spells by leapfrogging.

Huang Wenjun and others didn't have time to think about why Zhou Yin would use the foundation-building monk's method. They stared blankly at this scene, as if they didn't expect Zhou Yin to act so boldly.

"Don't make a move yet!" Zhou Yin's voice was cold, but his chest was filled with qi and blood.

Huang Wenjun came to his senses, and quickly added a water waterfall technique to the wooden sword. He Yun also recited the mantra silently, and summoned a sky full of ice arrows, stabbing at the enemy.

Although Lu Hanyuan was only at the early stage of foundation establishment, his fight with Fan Ximu just now consumed a lot of his strength, and now that Zhou Yin and the others attacked, he instantly forced him to vomit blood.

But Zhou Yin knew very well that their current attack was just to take advantage of Lu Hanyuan's unpreparedness. Once he reacted, it would be the death of himself and the others.

So he didn't care about fighting, he retreated immediately when he succeeded in a move, turned around and rushed away after yelling "go".

At the juncture of life and death, Huang Wenjun and the others couldn't help but hesitate, almost at the same moment Zhou Yin shouted to go, they also summoned the flying magic weapon to escape.

Facts have proved that people's potential is unlimited, and their usual flying speed may not catch up to one-tenth of the current speed.

Lu Hanyuan was frightened and angry. He never expected that he lost his sight and was plotted against him if he failed to silence him. It would be no problem if he wanted to catch up now, but he had already lost his vitality. If he let them escape back to the sect, see When it came to the teacher, his plot was exposed, and it would be difficult to get out. Although the Jinghai faction fell, but two or three monks at the alchemy stage could still be found, and he must be no match for it.

He looked at the Zixia Luoying Lantern in his hand and snorted coldly.

And let you enjoy some time!

Huang Wenjun and the others mobilized their spiritual energy to run far away, only to be relieved when they found that the other party hadn't caught up.

However, Zhou Yin's complexion was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was only supported by a wooden sword stuck on the ground.

"A Yin, are you okay!" He Yun was full of worry, with tears in her eyes.

Liu Xiaowan screamed, "A Yin, your back is full of blood!"

When they fled just now, Lu Hanyuan swung the Huoyun sword and struck Zhou Yin's back.

It's okay if she doesn't bark, but this barking made Zhou Yin vomit a mouthful of blood and fell to the side.

"Ayin!"