The miserable howl like a slaughtering pig once again attracted the attention of the surrounding monks.
When Hou San fell down with a pale face, his legs were already twisted together, his head was dripping with sweat, and it looked like he was seriously injured.
Wang Jia, known as one of the Little Seven Evils, did not pay attention to Hou San, but stared at the young man who made the move with great interest, his eyes filled with coldness.
The woman named Han Rong smiled, swayed her waist and walked closer, kicked Hou San with her feet, then looked at Bai Yi and said, "This little brother is really cruel.
With this kick of yours, Hou San will be beaten."
Third, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut off my descendants, haha.”
The woman's charming smile made the low-level casual cultivators around her become obsessed with her.
Coupled with Han Rong's inherent beauty, many people suddenly felt a trace of evil fire rising in their hearts.
"I bought this coir raincoat."
Bai Yi raised his hand to catch the green bamboo coir raincoat that fell from Hou San, and threw the one hundred and twenty spiritual stones to the boy in Du Sanniang's arms, his expression always calm.
Extremely.
"You bought it."
Wang Jia snorted coldly and said, "If you dare to hurt my Qi Sha disciple, you must be impatient."
"S-Senior Brother, avenge me, take revenge for me."
Hou San was shaking all over in pain and forced himself to say this.
Except for his burly companion, no one paid attention to him at all.
How could a disciple in the Qi refining stage be worthy of Xiao Qisha's revenge for them, but now that they have met, this situation must be recovered, especially the extremely conceited Wang Jia.
Although he looks feminine, he is ruthless.
It's so spicy that few people who offend him will survive.
"Leave the raincoat and cut off your arms, then you can get out."
Wang Jia raised his chin.
He said to Bai Yi like he was issuing an order.
Ma Tie and Du Sanniang had already recognized Bai Yi by this time, and they were just about to speak.
Suddenly, a burst of spiritual power came and blocked their mouths.
In shock and doubt.
Ma Tie and Du Sanniang looked at each other, then looked at Bai Yi gratefully, and gradually retreated into the crowd with their child in their arms.
This casual cultivator couple is not low-minded.
After sensing the spiritual power activated by Bai Yi, they knew that Bai Yi did not want them to be involved in this incident.
If they recognized each other at this time, maybe Bai Yi would be fine, but their family of three would not be affected.
If you have no one to rely on, you will definitely be targeted by the Qishamen.
I don’t know if I can survive until tomorrow.
Sensing that Ma Tie and his wife had blended into the crowd, Bai Yi smiled lightly and said, "If you want my hands, you can get them yourself."
After hearing Bai Yi's words, Wang Jia smiled coldly.
The Qi Sha disciples following him stopped and shouted angrily.
"Arrogant boy, you dare to talk to our little Qisha Sect like this, you are really impatient for life."
"Let you cut off your arms.
Senior Brother Wang wants to spare your life.
He is really ignorant."
"What's more important, two hands or a life, you kid can't settle accounts, can you?"
"You think you are a prince of Nanzhao Kingdom or a direct descendant of the Five Sacred Cultivation Family.
Don't be shameless here."
Facing the abuse from many Qisha disciples.
Bai Yi smiled casually.
It was just a bunch of ants' slander, and he didn't take it to heart.
Bai Yi's calmness.
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Finally, Han Rong's curiosity was aroused.
The only woman among the Xiao Qisha was Yan Shimei Xing.
When he came to Bai Yi, he spit out fragrant orchid.
He said in a sweet and delicate voice: "Little brother, I admire young heroes like you who fight against injustice.
I am waiting for you tonight.
I wonder if I can give you a favor."
As she spoke, Han Rong's silky body had already leaned closer.
Between her chuckles, there seemed to be the fragrance of flowers swirling around her.
Not to mention smelling it, even hearing this woman's seductive words, I'm afraid not many young people could.
I can resist it.
In the eyes of the casual cultivators around her, Han Rong is indeed very charming.
However, this illusion of charm often makes people forget her title of peach-faced snake-hearted and indulge in the gentle land full of death.
When Han Rong approached, Bai Yi had a sneer on his lips.
In his perception, Han Rong sprayed a special aroma from his mouth while speaking.
This aroma was emitted by the highly poisonous spiritual grass.
If it comes out, if a mortal smells it, he will die instantly.
Even if a monk is contaminated, his life will not be saved.
The most terrifying thing about Han Rong, who has a sweet face and a snake heart, is the poisonous fragrance in her mouth.
Almost a hundred cultivators died under this poisonous fragrance.
When Wang Jia saw Han Rong take action, he snorted.
In his eyes, Inside, the slightly thin boy was already dead.
"My fair lady, if you are a good gentleman, of course I will reward you."
Bai Yi suddenly said unexpectedly: "As long as you prepare a thin coffin, I don't mind sending you back to the west tonight."
As soon as the last word "西" was spoken, countless thin black air suddenly rose up from behind Bai Yi, completely covering him.
As soon as Han Rong's poisonous fragrance touched the black air, it was like ice thrown into the furnace.
Devoured to nothing call When Han Rong noticed the black energy appearing on the boy opposite him, she knew something was wrong and immediately backed away.
However, she could no longer take back the poisonous fragrance she sprayed out.
"What a cruel boy" Han Rong's poisonous fragrance was swallowed up, and she immediately screamed like a demon: "I must prepare a thin coffin, your life will be decided by me."
Han Rong, who suffered a secret loss, was like an angry wild cat, but she did not dare to approach Bai Yi.
Regarding Han Rong's little trick, Bai Yi really didn't want to put in more effort.
He just used a little bit of the poisonous mosquito poison in the wisteria sword behind his back, and the poisonous fragrance was enough to deal with Han Rong.
The poisonous power of the sixth-level monsters is not something that a foundation-building monk can withstand.
In terms of playing poison, a hundred Han Rong combined can't keep up with half of Bai Yi.
Snap, snap, snap.
Wang Jia, who had been watching the excitement, suddenly clapped his hands and praised: "You are indeed a young hero.
Even Han Rong is willing to be defeated in front of you.
It's amazing, it's amazing.
Looking at your Taoist robe, you should be from the Cangyun Sect."
"Whose true disciple are you?
Leave your name behind so that I can take your life when the battle for spiritual veins comes."
Just after he finished speaking, Wang Jia suddenly continued: "No, no, no, you won't live for a few days anyway, so it doesn't matter what you call it.
I'll just tell you to die.
Don't worry, there will be two and three after you." , until hundreds die and thousands die, none of you disciples of Cangyun Sect will come out alive.
As for you, you will die."
As Wang Jia spoke, he seemed a little embarrassed.
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After thinking for a while, he made up his mind and said, "I'd better give you a special treatment, so that you won't have to worry for three days.
Just prepare to die tonight."
Wang Jia's words aroused laughter and compliments from all the Qi Sha disciples, but unexpectedly the young man opposite also started laughing.
When the people in Qishamen were wondering why the other party was so happy after knowing the date of his death, Bai Yi suddenly said: "Don't bother, I think it's better for you to die now."
Clang The sound of flying swords coming out of the body suddenly exploded on the street.
Some experienced passers-by started to retreat as soon as they heard the sound.
Cultivators from all over the town gathered, and it was inevitable for enemies to meet, and there were many people who would do it in the street.
While Wang Jia was stunned by the other party's laughter, he suddenly saw a black light coming towards him.
His plan to get rid of the other party tonight was already arrogant enough.
He never thought in his dreams that the young man who looked thin and frail would He actually took action as soon as he said so.
With a cry of surprise, Wang Jia tried his best to move a pale dagger, which knocked Bai Yi's flying sword away from his throat.
This sudden murderous intention made him sweat all over his body. s: Thank you to the host of ove Yanyan for the reward.
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