When Xiaoyuan went out, Li Muchan was gone, and he hurriedly called: "Zhan Ran, wait for me!"

The gray shadow flashed, Li Muchan appeared, frowned, and said, "Xiaoyuan, what are you making a fuss about!"

"Miss don't worry, take me there!" Madoka said busily.

Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Okay!"

He stretched out his sleeve: "Pulled!"

Xiao Yuan smiled and stretched out his little hand, grabbed the corner of his sleeve, and said, "Actually, I can keep up!"

Li Muchan squinted at her, laughed unintentionally at this time, and said in a deep voice: "Hold on!"

After saying that, the figure turned into a gray shadow and shot out, Xiao Yuan's hand tightened, only to feel a strong force coming, and his body flew up involuntarily, like a kite.

The sight of the object rapidly retreating, the strong wind hitting her face and blowing her hair, it was a thrilling feeling that she had never experienced before, and she couldn't help but giggle.

Li Muchan glared back, and she hurriedly stopped laughing: "I'm sorry,...... I'm not talking!"

Li Muchan gave up at this time, turned his head and concentrated on hurrying, like light and shadow passing by.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them left Jinyang City, went east, and entered a forest.

The woods are mostly pine trees, sandwiched with poplars and locust trees, lush, overgrown with grass on the ground, and green vines are intertwined vertically and horizontally, intertwined, and unable to move forward.

Li Muchansuo jumped up and walked on the treetops, his monk's robe fluttering.

"Zhan Ran, I'll do it myself!" Xiao Yuan let go of the corners of his sleeves, and tapped the treetops with his toes, light and elegant, very agile, and followed him closely.

Li Muchan swept the treetops, like a goshawk, and Xiaoyuan also swept the treetops, but like a milk swallow, a little more beautiful and moving.

Soon at the end, there was a large river in front of me, the river was gentle, flowing slowly, and a sandy beach rushed out on both sides.

Xiao Yuan's robe fluttered, and he raised his voice: "Zhan Ran, how far is it?"

Between the trees and the river is a flat slope, and at this time, there is a person lying at the water's edge, submerged in the water from the waist down, and the upper body is in a climbing position.

He was back-up, dressed in royal blue.

"Look, look!" Madoka shouted, pointing to that side.

Li Muchan nodded: "Go over!"

He could see at a glance that this was the second senior brother He Nanshan.

The two of them folded in the air and fell diagonally in that direction.

"Huh-!" A little cold light suddenly appeared, like a fishnet covering the two of them.

Li Muchan stretched his arms, hugged Xiaoyuan into his arms, and a silver match crossed his waist, and the sword light hung upside down like a waterfall.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" A series of crisp sounds, bursting out a little spark.

As the long sword waved, his body sank, and he fell diagonally to the river, and he hurried under his feet, ignoring the hidden weapon, and rushed straight towards He Nanshan.

The hidden weapons were endless, clanging and clanging, and Xiaoyuan was lying in his arms, his cheeks were red, and his starry eyes were hazy, as if he was drunk.

rushed forward a few zhang again, and stopped three zhang away from He Nanshan, not daring to get too close, for fear that the hidden weapon would be injured by mistake.

He let go of Xiaoyuan and said in a low voice, "Go see my second senior brother,...... Be careful!"

Xiaoyuan woke up suddenly, and hurriedly took out an emerald green bamboo tube from his arms, with a long palm, a thick thumb, and a line on one side.

Xiaoyuan pointed the bamboo pipe to the sky, pulled the thread, and a sharp whistle sounded, followed by a ball of fire rising into the sky, and exploded in the air with a "bang".

"Bang!" exploded into a black fog that curled like a dark cloud.

"Bang!" followed by another sound, and the black fog became thicker, condensing but not dissipating, like holding up a black umbrella.

Suddenly there was a low shout from the woods: "Ouch, it's your own people!"

Immediately, three people rushed over, dressed in black shirts, and their bodies were extremely fast, and they came close in the blink of an eye.

Li Muchan swept away, the first old man, with a clear appearance, a ruddy complexion, and three strands of clear hair under his chin, like a fairy among the people, and the view was amiable.

Behind him are two middle-aged people, with ordinary appearance, not attracting attention in the crowd, the eyes of the two are faint, the temples are high, and they are both masters.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them arrived in front of Li Muchan.

"Hehe...... the old man stroked his hair and smiled, looking kind, and said, "Which courtyard is the little brother from?"

Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, returned his long sword to the sheath, and titheed with both hands: "Tianshu Zhanran, I don't know which hall the seniors belong to?"

Xiao Yuan's eyes widened and exclaimed, "Zhan Ran, they are not ......"

Before the words fell, a cold light flashed around Li Muchan's waist, like a white rainbow running through the chest of a middle-aged man.

"Uh......" the middle-aged man looked at him in dismay.

Li Muchan's powerful blow broke the earth.

"Huh-!" Li Muchan drew his sword and retreated, and a bloody arrow shot at him, but he couldn't catch up with him.

The middle-aged man spurted blood from his chest, slowly fell backwards, and fell heavily on the beach with a "bang".

"What a bald donkey!" Another middle-aged man shouted angrily, the sword light was like electricity, and he slashed straight over, Li Muchan swung his sword to meet it, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", splashing sparks.

The old man's face was gloomy, his hand stroking his beard flickered, and when he reached in front of Xiao Yuan, he slapped his palm, and fell like catkins.

Xiao Yuanjiao snorted, and her little hand met it.

"Po!" There was a soft sound, the two palms intersected, and the small round clothes fluttered, flying out, and the pink back hit a pine tree.

"Bang" pine needles fell, and the small circle slid down softly, as if the bones had been removed.

She lay under the tree, her face pale, her horns bloody, and her expression painful.

Li Muchan's sword light rose, and he quickly retreated to Xiao Yuan's body, turning his back to her: "Does it matter?"

"Dead ...... I can't die!" Madoka snorted hard.

Li Muchan squatted down on his knees and said lightly: "Come up!"

He sighed secretly in his heart, people will eventually be exhausted, without Xiaoyuan, he has now rescued the second senior brother, and now, he has fallen into passivity!

Xiaoyuan gritted her teeth, climbed up his back with difficulty, put her hands around his neck, panting, her pretty face became more and more pale, and there was no blood at all.

Li Muchan was as steady as Mount Tai, letting her climb up, the long sword did not tremble at all, and looked at the old man and the middle-aged man lightly.

The two of them took a long time, looked at him coldly, and let Xiaoyuan climb behind him, without making a move, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his mocking attitude was revealed.

The middle-aged man sneered: "You two mandarin ducks with the same fate, let's go on the road together!"

He turned his head and said, "Elder Qingshi, let's go up together,...... Reinforcements will come soon, this bald donkey is not small, and he can't take it for a while!"

The old man shook his head, looked at Li Muchan with a smile, and pointed to He Nanshan by the river beach: "One life is worth one life, and it is enough to leave this person,...... Little Master, you can go!"

Li Muchan was calm and calm, and said lightly: "You are Bai Qingshi, right?"

"It's the old man. The old man stroked his hair and smiled, and he was in his chest.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Hehe, Elder Qingshi is smart, I killed that kid first!"

He flew towards He Nanshan, in the air, his long sword was raised high, and he stabbed straight down, and he was about to split He Nanshan into two pieces.

The gray shadow flashed, Li Muchan rushed and shouted: "Stop!"

"Hehe, the old man will learn how to move!" The old man's figure shook, blocking his way, and his right palm was slapped on the head.

Li Muchan's figure sped up, avoiding his chest, and his left shoulder met his palm.

"Bang!" the left shoulder was firmly slapped with a palm.

His face remained unchanged, and with the help of this palm power, his body technique was a few points faster, and he turned into a gust of wind and appeared behind the middle-aged man, and the sword light was like a rainbow, straight away.

The middle-aged man landed at the ground, saw the sword light coming, screamed strangely, and threw himself into the air, teasing Li Muchan's wrist, forcing him to change his moves.

Behind Li Muchan, Bai Qingshi chased after him with a sneer.

With his own palm, he will open the stele and crack the stone, and if he receives this palm, he will shed his skin if he does not die, he dares to carry it hard, so desperate San Lang, he must be removed as soon as possible!

Xiaoyuan hugged Li Muchan, opened his eyes wide, and glared at the old man viciously.

Li Muchan's sword momentum remained unchanged, straight through the hearts of middle-aged people, and the jade was burned.

The middle-aged man smiled and scolded secretly: If this little bald donkey doesn't move, his wrist will be cut off, and he will see how to stab himself.

Li Muchan's face was calm, and he let the long sword slash his arm, splashing blood.

The sword in the arm, the long sword fell out of the hand.

The middle-aged man sneered, this little monk didn't dodge or dodge, and sent it to the door, obviously he was slapped by Elder Qingshi, and his internal injuries were too serious, and his hands and feet didn't obey the call.

The long sword fell, and a hand suddenly appeared in mid-air, grabbed the long sword, and gently sent it forward.

"Uh......" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, holding the long sword in his heart, and stared at Li Muchan in disbelief.

His mouth was ho-and-go, trying to speak, and blood gushed up, gagging his mouth.

Li Muchan drew his sword in his left hand, Huo turned around, and looked at Bai Qingshi quietly.

When his right hand was injured, he practiced his left hand hard, which came in handy at this time, for the safety of the second senior brother, this person had to be killed no matter what.

Madoka came back to her senses, hurriedly let go of her hand and went to the ground, tearing open a white sleeve with her teeth, to help him wrap his wound.

Li Muchan shook his head and said lightly: "Let's take a look at the second senior brother first!"

Xiao Yuan glanced at him, nodded helplessly, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out one or two pills, swallowed one, and handed the other to him.

Li Muchan took it with his right hand and threw it into his mouth.

Madoka went to He Nanshan and squatted down and turned him over.

The white bluestone fluttered to the ground, silently.

He frowned, stared at Li Muchan, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a character like you in Meifu...... , Tianshu Zhanran, good!

Li Muchan held the sword in his left hand, put on a starting pose, and said lightly: "Please advise!"

Bai Qingshi glanced at the woods and said lightly: "Spare your life today!"

With that, he turned around and picked up the bodies of the two men, jumped into the woods, and disappeared.

Li Muchan's figure shook, and he was busy holding his sword on the ground, his face pale.

"Zhan Ran!" A dark green figure appeared, blinking in front of Li Muchan, carrying a gust of wind, stirring his gray monk's robe.

Li Muchan smiled: "The third prince ......"

Mei Ruohai stepped forward to support him and said, "That was the white blue stone just now!"

"Yes. Li Muchan nodded, turned around and walked towards Madoka.

Mei Ruohai helped him on his right arm, hit him twice, stopped the bleeding, and walked together.

"Hey, it's really a white bluestone?!" Mei Ruohai raised his head violently, laughed, and slapped him on the shoulder: "Okay-...... It can make the white bluestone deflated and happy,...... Tianshu is clear, and it really lives up to its name!"

Li Muchan grinned, Mei Ruohai patted his left shoulder, and this time the pain was to the bone.

Xiao Yuan hurriedly shouted: "Third son, Zhan Ran is injured!"

"Yes, I see it. Mei Ruohai nodded and said with a smile: "It seems to be a flesh injury, if it doesn't matter, take care of it for a while!"

Xiao Yuanbai glanced at him and said hurriedly: "He was also hit by a white bluestone palm in his left shoulder!"

Mei Ruohai hurriedly withdrew his palm, and said busily: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... It doesn't matter, Zhan Ran, right?"

He saw that Li Muchan's left shoulder was stained with blood, but when he saw that the sword was steady and powerful, he thought it was someone else's blood.

"Nothing,...... Xiaoyuan, what's wrong with the second senior brother?" Li Muchan shook his head, he had practiced the King Kong Divine Skill, and this little pain was nothing.

King Kong is not bad, the magic is really extraordinary, the left arm was hit by a palm, but the muscles were torn, but the bones were unhindered, so he could be killed with a sword.

The internal force of the white bluestone is strong, and the palm power surging in, but Li Muchan's internal strength is also deep, not inferior to the other party, and it can be blocked, and the five internal organs are not bad and tempered, strong and abnormal, and there is no big problem.

He walked over and crouched down to inspect He Nanshan.

Madoka had turned him over, his clothes were soaked, and he was lying on his back facing the sky, unconscious, his face was white with a blue tinge, and there was a faint layer of gray.