When the people in the scattered cultivation team heard this, no one said much and was dissatisfied, but only slightly mentioned it in their hearts, and they were uneasy.

If they can save their lives by giving money, they should give up their money, fearing that they will not agree.

"Hahaha!"

The leader of the mercenary group raised his head and laughed, his voice was rampant and cold, his laughter suddenly stopped, his cold eyes looked at them, and sneered: "Kill you, the money will also belong to us, in this case, why should we leave you in one more move?" ”

The scattered cultivators' hearts sank, and they couldn't help but clench the weapons in their hands and look at the people of this mercenary group. The mercenary team of more than sixty people, but all of them are good, of which Jin Dan cultivates for nearly half, not to mention that the mercenary leader is a strong man, if it is a battle, with their strength, they are not the opponent of the other party at all.

In the murderous night, the cool night breeze gently blows, and the leaves rustle. It was the cold wind at night, and it was also the fear in my heart, which made the unfree man shiver in the night wind.

Looking at the scattered cultivators with fear in their eyes, the mercenary leader narrowed his eyes and said, "Monks above the Jindan level, as well as women, submit to us, you can spare you from dying, and the rest, kill!" ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The mercenaries behind shouted as they waved their swords in their hands.

The deafening shouts made the scattered cultivators' whole bodies tense, and their eyes looked at Qu Ye who was leading the team in front of them. He's the team leader, what will he choose?

The old man quietly retreated, came to Tang Ning, who was still squatting by the fire stirring sparks and adding branches, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Tang, don't pay attention to this fire, run away when you find an opportunity, you must not fall into the hands of those people, otherwise life is worse than death." ”

When a woman falls into the hands of those people, the fate can be imagined.

Tang Ning, who was stirring the fire and adding branches, heard this, looked up at her grandfather, and saw that he looked at death as if he were at home, ready to fight, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, revealing an inexplicable smile.

She looked at the leader in front of her with smiling eyes, and there seemed to be a light in her eyes.

"The team I brought out of Qu Zhan, how can there be a reason to abandon them alone!" A low, rugged voice came from Qu Zhan's mouth, giving many monks a glimmer of hope.

As long as he doesn't abandon them, everyone joins forces to fight, even if they can't all survive, there will definitely be some people who will survive!

"I, Yang, live and die with Qu Team!" The monk surnamed Yang, who was also a Jindan cultivator, also drank, and the long sword was outside, preparing for battle.

"We are also willing to live and die with the Qu team!" The members of the team also shouted loudly.

"Those who know the times are Junjie, I don't want to die yet, everyone, I'm sorry." A Jindan monk walked out, and after clasping his fists at the group of monks, he walked towards the mercenary team.

Seeing this, the faces of the people of the scattered cultivation team were slightly gloomy, but the people of the mercenary group raised their heads and laughed: "Hahahahaha!" Good! I just like smart people! ”

As soon as the voice fell, his gloomy gaze swept over the people in front of him, and landed on the girl he had seen for the first time since he came over just now.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, dressed in a long blue dress, with a beautiful face and a delicate figure, at this time, as if she did not perceive the crisis, was squatting by the fire and playing with fire.

A hint of amazement appeared on his face, and a glint of the wolf's eyes flashed when it was staring at its prey.

"That beauty, catch alive! Other, kill! ”

(End of chapter)