It stands to reason that he should stay outside the cave at this time to let off steam, but after observing outside the cave for a while, there is no trace of him.

Out of curiosity, Ling Yan had the courage to go to the woods in front of the cave, but still didn't see Nalan.

Could it be that he went down the mountain again in search of food?

Ling Yan thought like this in his heart, and his footsteps involuntarily walked into the mountain.

Just as she was about to enter the cave, she suddenly heard a slight sound at the foot of the mountain.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that a hint of metal was heard, accompanied by a few muffled grunts.

Odd!

Ling Yan looked at the location at the foot of the mountain in confusion, and muttered curiously: "The mountains here are steep, and the surroundings are deserted, how can there be the sound of fighting?"

"Isn't it true that Nalan has encountered a strong enemy?"

As soon as he thought of this, Ling Yan hurriedly turned into a trance, turning into a cloud of green smoke and drifting towards the foot of the mountain.

At this time, although Ling Yan had not yet recovered all his strength, he had at least recovered about eighty percent.

As for the injuries on his body, because the injuries were not particularly serious, they had already healed on the third day.

At this time, he floated down the mountain with all his strength, and it was as fast as a green cloud, and it only took a blink of an eye to reach the source of the sound.

After stopping and calming down, there were indeed three people at the foot of the mountain engaged in a fierce fight.

One of them, a man dressed in a golden robe, armed with a cyan sword, was helpless to deal with two young men dressed in white.

The two young men in white are quite good, and their strength is not bad, each holding a silver long sword, you come and go with each other, the swordsmanship can be said to be smooth, and it can be said that the cooperation between one rise and one retreat is seamless.

Hey, how can these two white-clothed men be dressed so similarly to Feng Zijin?

Could it be that they are also disciples of the Dao Monarch?

I can't imagine that this lawless Dao Jun is really pervasive, and he actually chased him into this barren mountain, which is really hateful!

Looking at the man in gold clothes again, it was Nalan of His Royal Highness the Demon Clan.

Although Nalan's overall strength was stronger than that of these two white-clothed disciples, the white-clothed people had no choice but to cooperate with each other to attack, and the overall strength was suddenly more than twice as strong.

After Ling Yan observed from the side for a while, he saw that the two men in white were already approaching step by step, and knew that if he didn't step forward to help Nalan, it was estimated that he would be in danger.

After thinking about it, Ling Yan quickly condensed all the remaining cultivation in his body into his palm, and then floated silently to the back of the fight scene, and without saying a word, he slammed out a palm towards the white-clothed disciple closest to him.

The golden qi with a slight chill attacked the white-clothed disciple at a lightning speed, and Shang Mo touched the opponent's body and already blew his broad-robed Bo belt in all directions.

Uh-huh!

With a terrible scream, the white-clothed disciple closest to Ling Yan was beaten forward and fell to the ground, and the powerful palm force ruthlessly broke through his protective body, beating his back to pieces, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that his companion was wounded to the ground, another white-clothed disciple hurriedly abandoned the attack on Nalan and quickly ran to the injured disciple's side and helped him up.

"Third Senior Brother, how are you?"

"I ......"

The injured white-clothed disciple spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth with difficulty, and responded weakly: "Fourth senior brother, I'...... I was hurt by the cold breath of the other party...... Right now...... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on......"

"Stop talking!"

The white-clothed man, known as the fourth senior brother, hurriedly stopped the injured disciple, and then neatly took out a black pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into the third senior brother's mouth without saying a word.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Nalan hurriedly shouted, and at the same time, he stood in place and pushed out his palm, and the powerful demon spirit qi diffused out with his palm, turning into a cloud of green smoke that seemed to be nothing, and struck towards the position of the fourth junior brother.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, the fourth senior brother who originally wanted to treat the third senior brother's injuries could only temporarily stop the movements in his hand, and at the moment when the demonic qi invaded the surroundings of his body, he quickly picked up the third senior brother and jumped backwards like a shock, which was able to avoid the other party's killing blow.

After his body stood firmly on the ground, he hurriedly put the seriously injured third senior brother on the ground again, but he did not try to feed him medicine again.

"Fourth junior brother...... You...... You leave me alone, come back and tell the master that it matters......"

"No way!"

The third junior brother shook his head without hesitation and vetoed: "You and I are called senior brothers, but in fact they are like flesh and blood, now at the moment of life and death, how can I abandon you?"

After that, the fourth senior brother did not entangle with the third senior brother again, and then cast his eyes on Ling Yan's body, carefully looking at this person who suddenly attacked him.

When he saw Ling Yan's beautiful face and arrogant and indifferent momentum, his heart suddenly became suspicious.

Who is this woman in Tsing Yi?

Why is it so beautiful?

Why did she sneak up on herself?

Several questions rose to his heart, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you sacred, why did you suddenly do this to my senior brother?"

"You don't know me?"

Ling Yan glanced at the fourth junior disciple with some surprise, and asked in surprise, "If I guessed correctly, you two should be disciples of the Unable Dao Monarch, right?"

"It's just a little strange, how can the two of you, as disciples of the Unable Dao Monarch, not know me?"

"That's right!"

The fourth junior disciple with a rather honest face nodded and responded: "Unable Dao Jun is indeed our master, since you know the name of our master, then it must be the demon girl Ling Yan who is named by the master to arrest, right?"

"You still have a little eyesight!"

Ling Yan frowned in displeasure, and continued to look at the fourth brother, feeling a little sneering in his heart.

Unexpectedly, these two people really couldn't be sent by the Dao Monarch to hunt down their disciples, judging from the strength and cultivation of the two of them, they were almost not under Feng Zijin, if it weren't for Nalan's help today, it was estimated that they would have died for life.

"Are you really Ling Yan?"

The fourth junior brother still looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with some puzzlement, and recalled what the teacher said before leaving.

When I was in Unbounded City before, I had heard the teacher emphasize more than once that the demon girl Ling Yan was a woman with a high level of cultivation and a ruthless heart.

But at first glance, except for the other party's sneak attack, there is no breath of a demon girl.

Even the aura she exudes as a whole gives people a kind of nobility of a goddess, how can she be the demon girl that the master said?