Pawn Crossing the River

The night is getting darker and the rain is still falling.

Qi Xuansu and Zhang Yuelu woke up at the same time.

Both of them had very good ears, and they could only hear a very slight rustling of footsteps, and in the blink of an eye they were outside the ancient temple.

Qi Xuansu's heart trembled: "The person who came here is evil. Could it be that the people from the Lingshan Witch Cult came to take revenge?"

Zhang Yuelu put his voice into a line and said: "Tianyuan, don't say anything for now."

Qi Xuansu nodded.

The two stood up slowly. Zhang Yuelu had already taken out the "photo paper", while Qi Xuansu held down the "Qing Yuan" on his waist.

After a while, an old voice was heard calling outside the door: "Is Deputy Hall Master Zhang of Tiangang Hall in the temple? We have something to ask, and I would like to ask Deputy Hall Master Zhang to show up."

Zhang Yuelu's face changed slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Qi Xuansu said first, "Which friend is visiting me on the night of midnight?"

The next moment, the door of the ancient temple collapsed, revealing the scene outside. Seven people were seen lined up outside the temple, holding kerosene lamps from the Western Continent in their hands, fearless of the wind and rain.

After this group of people pushed down the palace door, they simultaneously used the kerosene lamps in their hands to shine a light on Qi Xuansu's face, which was inevitably dazzling.

It's extremely unreasonable, but they are hidden in the darkness behind the light, making it difficult to see their faces. Just by looking at them, they already appear to be full of hostility.

The leader's voice was old: "Master Zhang, please come out."

The others also spoke one after another: "Master Zhang, please come forward."

The voices of these people spread far away from the wilderness, causing the dust on the beams of the ruined temple to fall rustlingly, and even the tiles rattled slightly. It was obvious that everyone was of high cultivation.

Zhang Yuelu slowly took a step forward and asked directly: "Who are you and what do you want from me?"

Zhang Yuelu's voice was not loud. Among the seven people's voices, no one could not hear her clearly. She spoke in an understatement, which was no different from her usual conversation. Compared with the seven people who deliberately spoke loudly, she seemed far more distant. Naturally, it can be seen that Zhang Yuelu's cultivation level is even better.

At this moment, someone else shined a kerosene lamp on Zhang Yuelu's face, took out a portrait for comparison, and said loudly: "Yes, it's Zhang Yuelu."

Zhang Yuelu immediately understood that these people were coming for him, and he had many enemies. However, he used to stay in Yujing, the ancestral palace, and occasionally left Yujing, either with a large number of people accompanying him, or with other experts, or directly by flying boat. , these people had no idea what to do. This time they decided to go home by land, which gave them an opportunity.

Zhang Yuelu also knew that he was careless. It would be fine if he was alone. The key is that he also dragged Qi Xuansu down.

Zhang Yuelu felt very guilty and said to Qi Xuansu via voice transmission: "Tianyuan, leave these people to me. You can find an opportunity to leave this place."

She was afraid that Qi Xuansu would not leave because of her face, so she added specifically: "Just get away, don't worry about me, I have my own way to save my life and escape."

Hearing this, Qi Xuansu felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

He seemed to have seen this scene before.

Soon, he remembered that this was not the first time he had experienced such a scene.

The last time was when he and his master returned to Yujing.

In the same siege, the master also asked him to run first.

To this day, Master's thunderous roar still seems to be echoing in his ears.

That time, he was so frightened that he subconsciously obeyed his master's words and ran away. But in the end, he still didn't escape someone else's butcher knife, and was stabbed to the core.

Will he escape this time? Do you want to leave Zhang Yuelu alone?

Qi Xuansu only felt a tightness in his chest, as if a breath was pressing there, and his heart began to ache again.

For no reason, he wanted to roar loudly and vent the anger in his chest and heart.

However, Qi Niang taught Qi Xuansu that the more thunder in your chest, the more your face will be as flat as a lake.

So Qi Xuansu suppressed his impulse and just shook his head firmly.

Zhang Yuelu was angry, but he didn't expect that Qi Xuansu, who was usually very obedient, would act foolishly at a critical moment. But faintly, she felt a bit of unspeakable joy. In any case, Qi Xuansu did not abandon her. We shared hardships, life and death together. This could be considered close friends, right?

The seven people threw the kerosene lamps in their hands in different directions, landed on the ground, and hung on the beams, just enough to completely illuminate the ruined temple.

At this time, we can also clearly see the costumes of the seven people. Their faces are all covered with masks. They are not facial scarves or eye masks, but they directly wear a black cloth cover, and then dig out two holes, revealing only a pair of eyes and the rest of the ears. , nose, and mouth are not exposed at all. This is the way to dress up in the world. You can either change your face like Xie Qiuniang or cover it all up. As for the blindfold and veil, it makes people feel that covering up the appearance is secondary. The key is that the temptation is more important. a bit more.

The leader said deliberately: "What a pair of fateful mandarin ducks, but they can fly separately even if no disaster strikes."

Another person added: "It's okay, I have a companion on the road to hell, so I won't be alone."

The third person laughed strangely and said: "It's touching, but it's a pity."

Zhang Yuelu's face was expressionless, purple energy flashed in his eyes, identifying the inheritance of the seven people, and at the same time informed Qi Xuansu through sound transmission.

Qi Xuansu silently considered the pros and cons between the enemy and ourselves.

The inheritance of Confucianism rarely spreads outside the world, and the inheritance of Jianghu people mostly comes from Taoism and Buddhism, with Taoism being the main source.

Among the seven people in front of him, there was an alchemist. Although his true appearance could not be seen clearly, his hands exposed outside his robe were as white as the hands of a dead man. His exposed eyes had vaguely sunken eye sockets, and his eyes were deep and dark, looking eerie and terrifying. In terms of appearance, this is a state of excessive Yin Qi. From this, it can be concluded that this person should be proficient in various heretical techniques. He can often surprise people and make them difficult to guard against. If he uses the talisman weapon again, the threat may not be the greatest, but it can be done when he is unable to get close. The physical condition is usually difficult to deal with.

The leader is a Qi Refiner. According to common sense, the Exalted Immortal is known as the first lineage of the Taoist sect, and the Qi Refiner is the second lineage. If the strength of the Wu Zhu's combat power is closely related to the amount of incense and wish, then the combat strength of the Qi Refiner is closely related to the amount of peace money. If a Qi Refiner in the innate stage has a flying sword of excellent quality, he can display extremely terrifying killing power.

However, most of the flying swords in excellent condition are expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary people. Unless there is another chance, many martial arts practitioners have no hope of owning a top-quality flying sword in this life.

The remaining five people are warriors, monks, and San people respectively. There are no shamans and monks.

These seven people also seemed to know that Zhang Yuelu was not easy to mess with. Seeing that Zhang Yuelu was unmoved by their words, after looking at each other, another person said: "Brother, I saw that Master Zhang was going to kill him directly." Isn’t it a pity? Let’s have some fun first to avoid wasting it.”

Then he said to Qi Xuansu: "You haven't seen Master Zhang's body yet, have you? Thanks to us, we will open your eyes today!"

Another person said: "This is a good idea. I think these two little mandarin ducks are still fledglings. They have never experienced human affairs. I just want my brothers to teach them."

These people were determined to make Zhang Yuelu angry. If Zhang Yuelu lost his composure, their chances of winning would increase by 10%.

Qi Xuansu clearly sensed that Zhang Yuelu showed a rare killing intent in an instant.

Zhang Yuelu turned his eyes to the two people who spoke, and said slowly: "I probably won't be able to escape today, but it's not difficult to leave a few people to accompany me on the road. Since you two like to talk and sing together, then I decided... You two, save me the boring journey to hell."

The faces of the two people under the masks fell down, and they were very ugly.

If Zhang Yuelu really had the idea of ​​​​death together from the beginning and made up his mind to take away a few people, then it is really impossible for the seven of him to escape unscathed.

Qi Xuansu's eyes quickly swept over the two people.

A warrior, a monk.

The bhikkhu was a tall man eight feet tall. He wore black armor and had an extremely burly figure, as if he were a high wall. And through the gaps in the black armor, you can vaguely see a faint golden color on his skin. He must have specially practiced Buddhist techniques. I wonder if he is a disciple of Buddhism.

I just don't know what kind of black armor this monk is wearing, but it is unlikely to be a treasure. It is lucky for an ordinary innate person to have a spiritual object. Treasures are rare after all.

The warrior is a thin man, with no appearance and no leaks. This is also the norm for warriors. They spend their peacetime money on various food and medicinal materials, and they don't care much about the things outside themselves. In other words, their body is the best weapon. .

At this moment, the leader of the Qi Refiners shouted: "Take care of that pretty boy first."

The monk gritted his teeth and rushed towards Qi Xuansu first.

This bhikkhu was already very burly, and after putting on the armor, he became even more majestic. At this moment, he was striding forward, and he was as unstoppable as a hill pressing down on him.

Wu Fu followed closely behind.

When Qi Xuansu faced the monk, he had no intention of avoiding him and took the initiative to meet him.

The monk's punch fell heavily, and when it met Qi Xuansu's palm, there was no sound of bones breaking, but the sound of metal and stone colliding.

The monk was startled.

Could this person be a martial artist in the stage of returning to his true form?

At the moment when the monk lost his mind, Qi Xuansu had already pulled out the "Dragon Hand Gun" and fired it directly.

At such a close distance, the fire gun was extremely powerful. The armor on the bhikkhu's body shattered directly, and he staggered back. The blood was flowing from his chest and he had lost his fighting power.

The martial artist who was following the monk rushed in front of Qi Xuansu and punched like the wind. Each punch was aimed at Qi Xuansu's rescue point. At the same time, he kept changing his position and was dazzled. In just a moment, he had already punched more than a hundred times.

However, Qi Xuansu had already expected it. He swept back and not only avoided Wu Fu's fist, but also stretched out his hand to touch his waist and raised his hand.

A cold light flashed.

The martial artist felt a chill on his face, and then a burning pain in his neck.

The martial artist stretched out his hand and wiped his neck, and his eyes were filled with blood.

It was actually a flying knife.