Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

In this small group of forces, the leading cavalry saw his subordinates being instantly beheaded by a flying sword, but his expression sank slightly, but he never fled in panic.

On the contrary, after calming down, he held the spear in his hand, pointed at the sky, and showed a cruel smile:

"Boys, this is also a man who likes to play magic, let him experience the iron hooves of our horses!"

In an instant, this small group of iron cavalry rushed towards Xun Wenhong and Wei Canglan, with a mighty momentum and a turbulent tide.

The old man next to him backed away in fright, and instinctively wanted to run away, but when a person was in a state of extreme fear, he couldn't move, and his limbs would become extremely stiff.

The old man accidentally fell to the ground, looked at the figures of an old man and a young man in front of him, and then at the galloping Masi cavalry, heaved a heavy sigh.

Wei Canglan, on the other hand, looked straight ahead with calm eyes.

Having experienced too much life and death, he encountered this battle at this moment. Although he was a little scared in his heart, he was not too scared.

At this moment, he is even more interested in the language of the Mas Empire.

He really didn't expect that he could understand their words.

It seems that the Masi Empire and the Dayu Dynasty belong to the same language.

It's just that Masi's words, like a certain dialect, have a strange pronunciation.

However, Wei Canglan could still understand and understand the meaning.

Just as he was thinking about this in his heart, Xun Wenhong beside him stepped forward and stood in front of him and said:

"Canglan, you step back."

"These barbarians are all dealt with by the uncle!"

Wei Canglan nodded slightly, and silently stepped aside.

He now understands Xun Wenhong's mood very well.

My favorite disciple, Su Wudao, is now alive or dead. The culprit is Masi Barbarian, and this group of guys is right in front of him. How could Xun Wenhong, who is burning with anger, let him go?

"A mere old Taoist priest is ridiculous."

On the tall horse, the red-haired Mas man with a figure like a high wall gathered the spear in his hand to his waist and snorted coldly. His eyes, like the spearhead, were all fixedly aimed at Xun Wenhong not far away.

Xun Wenhong, who was dressed in a gray Taoist robe and unpretentious, was really an old Taoist priest that can be seen everywhere in some Taoist temples.

However, the moment the iron cavalry charged in front of him, Xun Wenhong's eyes suddenly burst into awe-inspiring light.

"A mere barbarian, dare to do something wrong to me, Dayu?"

"Can you be convicted of a crime?"

Although such a question was spoken, it was very online, and Xun Wenhong didn't give the other party a chance to answer at all.

The mahogany sword was out of its sheath in his hand, simple and old, it seemed impossible to cut anything at all.

But it was such a broken wooden sword that swung out and brought a gust of wind.

No.

That's not a squall.

Wei Canglan, who was quietly watching the battle, squinted his eyes, feeling the unusual aura in the strong wind, and involuntarily deduced in his heart:
"That's sword intent!"

"I didn't expect Xun Wenhong to be not only a dan cultivator, but also a sword cultivator."

"Xun Wenhong, you hide very deeply."

"Oh sorry, I didn't ask you either."

puff-

There was a strange noise.

Wei Canglan looked up.

I saw the dozen or so cavalry standing upright in front of Xun Wenhong as if they were controlled by some divine power. Everyone looked stupid as if their soul had been taken away.

And their leader, the tall man who rushed to the front just now, has half of the mahogany sword in his chest at this moment, and the tip of the sword stabs out from his back.

Xun Wenhong usually seems to be strict with his disciples, and he is also very strict in teaching. I didn't expect this guy to kill people without blinking an eye.

"Okay, I, Wei, like this!" Wei Canglan silently approved in his heart.

Then, the next scene made Wei Canglan gasp involuntarily.

The mahogany sword piercing into the red-haired leader suddenly flew out from his chest, without even needing Xun Wenhong's guidance, it pierced straight into the chests of those cavalrymen who seemed to be frozen.

puff!

puff!

puff-

More than a dozen cavalrymen had bloody holes cut into their chests by mahogany swords.

Seeing this, Xun Wenhong's expression was neither happy nor sad. Seeing that they were all pierced, he snorted coldly and waved his big sleeves in front of him.

call!
The spell that seemed to hold the body was lifted instantly.

The eyes of the cavalrymen who had lost their fixation regained some color, but they could only face death in shock and inconceivable emotions.

Looking at the wounds on their chests, they rolled over straight from their horses and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

The old man witnessed the whole process, came here in a panic, knelt down with a "plop", and begged with snot and tears:

"Immortals, you are immortals!"

"I beg the two immortals, drive those barbarians out of Dayu!"

"My son...my son is the defender of Black Wind City, he doesn't know how to live or die...it's all because of these people who suffered thousands of knives..."

Wei Canglan helped the old man up, gave him a smile back, then came to Xun Wenhong's side, and said:

"Uncle, Canglan has considered it."

"It's better to take the initiative to attack than to sit and wait. Although Black Wind City is now occupied by Masi, there are many dangers, but this is not a reason for us to waste time here."

"The villages around Black Wind City have been ransacked, the people have suffered, and everyone who can leave has left. I guess Su Wudao is not in the village."

"With his personality, as long as there is no restriction on his actions, then he is probably still..."

When Xun Wenhong heard this, his eyes flickered, and his tone was a bit brisk:
"Canglan, you mean, that kid Su Wudao is probably still in Black Wind City."

Wei Canglan felt a little embarrassed, he actually wanted to say something, otherwise it would be a bit scary to see Xun Wenhong's murderous appearance and see that everyone is an enemy, so he thought about it and reasoned according to Su Wudao's character Look, and finally come to such a conclusion.

Of course, this is not 100% correct.

"Uncle, Cang Lan can't guarantee it, but you have been with Su Wudao for so long, and you should also understand his temperament. If he is defeated, he will never die for his country. On the contrary, he will lie dormant and wait for the opportunity."

"Makes sense!"

Xun Wenhong agreed with his nephew, put the mahogany sword back into the wooden scabbard, took a deep breath and continued:
"Well, Canglan, in your opinion, we will set off for Black Wind City now."

Wei Canglan nodded, summoned Xiao Hua, and came out from the sky.

Before leaving, he glanced at the old man and said with concern:
"Old man, the world is not peaceful, you should leave this place as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, listen to the fairy!"

The old man said goodbye to the two with a smile, walked into the yard, and started to pack things.

He didn't want to leave before, thinking that at such an old age, death is death.

However, when he saw Xun Wenhong's supernatural powers and thought that the two were immortals, he didn't want to die anymore.

To be able to meet immortals in old age is because God let him live.

Thinking of this, the old man packed up, carried a simple package on his back, and left.