While Bai Ya heard the sound, he had already begun to look up at the three masked martial artists in front of him. The martial artist who called him in the center was empty-handed, while the martial artists who were surrounded on both sides were holding swords.

There is no doubt that he encountered a robbery!

Judging from the appearance of these three masked martial artists, they should have also climbed the snow-capped mountains. The grayish-white complexion that was wrinkled in cold weather cannot be faked.

But they might not be lucky and could not find the snow lotus. Or they might not be able to get up very high and could not endure the hard work, so they ran down together to rob other martial artists.

Indeed, compared to the nearly dead death that Bai Ya experienced on the mountain, the robbery of other people's labor results seemed more efficient. Moreover, the martial artist who braved the wind and clouds to find the Snow Lotus two days ago must have a much worse physical condition than the robbers in front of him.

Bai Ya did not stop and was too lazy to talk nonsense to the three people in front of him. While clarifying his thoughts, he stepped up his strength and rushed towards the empty-handed martial artist in the center.

He had just entered the Qi Realm half a year ago, and his physical condition is not at its best now. One-on-three cannot win, and he is unwilling to hand over the snow lotus that he has obtained for a lifetime of death to them.

People in the world say that things that are hard-won are more worth cherishing. After the hardships on the mountain, Baiya regards this snow lotus as more precious than life.

Do you want it? Okay, step past my body first!

Bai Ya's only chance to win now is to take advantage of the martial artists on both sides who have not yet surrounded him and directly repel the martial artist in the center and thus break through. These people should not have chased him all the way, as it would be easy to be discovered by the surveillance's strong men in Qingcheng.

"Hey!" Bai Ya's tongue burst into spring thunder, shouted loudly, and jumped into a thunder like a tiger going down the mountain, and a pair of tiger claws pressed against the breasts of the martial artist in front of him.

However, the martial artist opposite was very strange, as if he was hesitating about something, as if he was not willing to fight against Bai Ya. At the end, he reluctantly raised his hand to block Bai Ya's tiger claws.

"Crack!" As soon as the arms of both sides collided, the martial artist opposite Bai Ya groaned and staggered back. His right arm hung lazily. He was dislocated by Bai Ya when he met.

"It turns out that there should be injuries on him!" Bai Ya was overjoyed, and his right hand pushed away his left hand that was blocking his chest. He stretched out his left hand again, and he had already grabbed the other party's throat.

It’s solved in one round, and it’s even more convenient than catching a chicken with an eagle!

"Don't come over!" As soon as he grabbed the opponent in front of him, Bai Ya pulled him over and threatened the martial artists who rushed over on both sides.

The two martial artists' eyes suddenly changed, they looked at each other, and hesitated and stopped.

"It seems they have known each other for a long time, otherwise they would not have been concerned about this person's life!"

Bai Ya immediately felt relieved. If these three people were just working together temporarily, he would have no choice but to turn around and run away, but now he has an extra choice.

"Hehe!" Bai Ya grinned, and his empty right hand fumbled on the hostage for a while, but he found a mustard bag that looked like a tip.

Baiya pulled open the mustard bag and saw that there were a lot of miscellaneous items inside, including food, books, gold and silver, elixirs, changing clothes, and teleporting crystal beads...

The most important thing is that Baiya saw three snow lotus flowers, one of which was a flower bud. Looking at the green appearance, it seemed to be lower than the one he had seen on the cliff.

Two complete snow lotus flowers, one slightly withered, had already eaten the lotus seeds, but the other one was still gorgeous and full of stamens, and there were obviously snow lotus seeds inside.

Seeing all this, Bai Ya suddenly realized that he was no longer the first target of these three people. They had been waiting here for at least more than a day before they could have gained so much.

The reason why this martial artist was injured just now was probably because he was worried that the flower buds might not be able to get the last one from him so that he could make up for three.

They have robbed three times in a row, no wonder someone was injured. The one among the three snow lotus flowers has lotus seeds, which should be a lucky person who is not too high up the mountain, otherwise it would be difficult to explain that there will be lotus seeds left.

However, it is hard to come by any means. These three people took advantage of the danger and snatched it, and their character is really bad!

"You should have snow lotus on you too, right? Then we don't need our snow lotus!" The scene was silent for a while, and the martial artist holding a long sword shouted in his throat, "The snow lotus seeds inside belong to you, and the people and the remaining flowers are left, and you can leave!"

"No~~" The martial artist who was locked by Bai Ya stomped his feet and shouted, because his throat was pinched, so the sound sounded like a rooster's throat.

Bai Ya and the other two martial artists were stunned, their eyes were a little weird!

No? Damn, do you still have the right to express your opinions now?

"It seems that my hands are a little cold and numb, and I can still make a sound?"

A cold light flashed in Bai Ya's eyes, and he pinched his left hand with force. The martial artist under his hand immediately stopped speaking, and his face began to turn blue and purple.

"Stop! If you kill him, we will report to Qingcheng. Are you not masked now?" The sword-holding martial artist shouted anxiously, "Just let him go and leave a broken flower. All the things in the mustard bag belong to you, and we swear not to pursue it!"

Still swear not to pursue it?

Now, Bai Ya's otakus heart began to burn, and he became even more curious!

The other party only asked to leave a broken flower, so naturally it was not for the two of them, but for the hostage under him.

The hostage obviously has a bit of a reputation. Judging from his words and deeds, the two people in front of him are not so companions but rather subordinates. Otherwise, he would be willing to give up his future and just fight for a broken flower for this miserable companion.

Unfortunately, the hostage caught by Bai Ya is a brainless person or a heavenly person!

Judging from his words and deeds, among these more than 8,000 martial artists, he can be regarded as a rare playboy. The previous experience of being able to pass the mental and mental barrier is probably also a reminder from these two subordinates.

"Hmph, just defend yourself, what can I do if I kill him?" Bai Ya's face showed a hint of ferociousness, and he was about to cut off the hostage's neck.

"Slowly, he is the only son of Prince Yu, you have to think clearly!" The sword-holding martial artist shouted anxiously and desperately.

The prince's only son?

Bai Ya was surprised and reached out and pulled off the masked cloth of the hostage, revealing a young man with a purple face, but looking at the handsome face.

The young man couldn't speak, but just stared at Bai Ya viciously.

"...What else do you want? Tell me!" The sword-holding martial artist calmed down, and saw that Bai Ya was just pretending to behave and deliberately scared them, "If I have anything on both of you, I can give it to you!"

"Unlock your mustard bag and put the sword inside and throw it over!" Bai Ya's smirk showed a foolish smile on his face, and he pointed at the two of them with one hand.

"How come we have mustard seed bags on our bodies? Only the eldest son has that thing!" The two martial artists looked at each other and replied angrily.

"Oh, I took off that coat, let me see!" After making a mistake, Bai Ya suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Thinking about it, his mustard bag originally belonged to Wang Peng, the knife washing man. This thing is a rare thing, and Lu Yuan and others don’t have it. There are hostages under his command, maybe because he is the prince’s only son.

The two martial artists took off their coats as they said, and they did not show any mustard bags on their bodies.

"Take the bag and sword at my feet, be careful not to hurt your 'big young master'." Bai Yazhi blinked narrowly.

The two of them did as they said, Bai Ya kicked the sword away, and grabbed two small bags with his empty right hand.

"You can let go of the eldest son now, right?" The martial artist who was originally holding the sword shouted in a dark face.

"The death penalty is avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped!"

Bai Ya's eyes flashed with lightning, and he kicked hard on the side of the knee of Prince Yu's only son. With a "click", the eldest son's right leg bent at an abnormal angle.

Because Bai Ya was caught by the throat and could not be called out, the handsome face of the eldest son instantly twisted, his eyes burst, and a giggle sound came from his throat.

"SB is not guilty, but it is your fault to come out and scare people! Don't practice martial arts anymore, you are not suitable!"

Bai Ya laughed loudly, threw the hostage in his hand with one hand, and shot his body in another direction.

However, he was too worried. The two martial artists did not chase after him, but flew over to catch Prince Yu's only son who fainted from pain and stood there in a daze.

...

After getting rid of the three people from afar, Bai Ya became more cautious after rushing into the jungle, and specially picked the route of lush shrubs.

As he walked, he began to check the two small bags and Prince Yu's mustard bags.

Among the two small bags, there was nothing but a little bit of broken silver and wound medicine. But the only son of Prince Yu had a lot of good things in the mustard bag, including a pile of gold leaves and a large number of teleportation crystal beads, and a brocade box containing six pigeon egg-sized night pearls.

The other precious ones are elixirs. What made Bai Ya most happy was the boxing technique that the boy seemed to have also practiced. There was a copy of "Tianluo Hand" in the mustard bag, but I didn't know if there was a general outline of the martial arts in it.

"It's indeed a gold belt that kills and sets fire!"

Bai Ya sighed, he spent a lot of money this year.

Although Feng Yang did not accept his tribute to Shufu in Feng's martial arts hall, he had a copy of Lu Yuan and others' houses, and he bought a lot of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures for a lot of money. The gold and silver obtained from the Shiyang Collection were almost spent.

As a result, just killing a playboy, his purse bulged up again.

After discarding the debris, Bai Ya accelerated his pace. But he was too careful in the jungle and did not dare to walk the main road, so he couldn't walk out until dark. He had to find a big tree and spend the night.

When Tianming woke up, Bai Ya did not dare to delay any more. Today was the last day of the second level test, and he had to rush down the mountain.

Perhaps it was a great opportunity, and there was no movement along the way, so that he finally saw the open space when he was going up the mountain at noon.

The open space was lined up with returning martial artists. These people looked either happy or depressed, but the only thing that was the same was that they all looked tired.

Bai Ya thought about it, he probably was almost the same now.

At this time, in addition to the martial artists, there were nearly a hundred Qingcheng martial artists in front of the team to check the harvest of everyone. Regardless of whether they were picked or not, the inspected martial artists would be teleported away immediately, and only one or two thousand people were retained on the site.

Soon, a horse-faced warrior in front of him checked Bai Ya.

"Four flowers?" The horse-faced Qingcheng warrior looked at the three remaining flowers and a flower bud in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

However, he did not hesitate and took out a small notebook from his arms and started to look it up, which made Bai Ya feel uneasy.

"Let me see... there is, Zhenwu Dojo, Baiya! Hey, you actually climbed up the mushroom wall? The final height is...8,231 meters?!"
Chapter completed!