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"After I return to Beijing, I will check it for you."

Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly, his eyes twinkling under the bronze mask. Four masters had appeared on the other side. He was not afraid at first, but the other side came from the Hehuan Sect. He didn't know if there were still people hiding in the dark. He had to be careful. He could only deal with it first.

two.

The saint girl of Hehuan Sect held her beautiful face and said angrily:

"Young Master is very funny, but I have to rush to Putuo Temple. Time is tight, so I have to wrong you first..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the vast martial arts cultivation of the four masters spread out and locked onto the four Zhao Wujiang.

Jia Ersan drew out the sword from his waist, and his expression under the mask was extremely serious.

Jia Nineteen dismantled the silk wrapping the spear and held the spear in one hand, his eyes burning with fighting intent.

"Do it." The saintess of the Hehuan Sect covered her mouth and chuckled: "Young master, you must protect the beauty in your arms."

The four grandmasters fought against Jia Er and San. They were a little surprised that the bronze masked man actually had two grandmasters to protect him.

In their initial view, the bronze mask of the man in front of them was very unfamiliar. He should not be from a large sect, and the guards should not be overbearing. However, the aura emitted by the two gray-robed guards was stronger than everyone present, which made them uncomfortable.

Don't be alarmed.

The four masters of the Hehuan Sect fought in a melee with two people, Jia, Er and San, and for a moment they were unable to do anything to each other.

The charming smile on the cheeks of the Hehuan Sect Saint finally faded away a lot, and she said with a slight smile:

"It seems that the slave family has no choice but to do it themselves..."

She slapped the horse's back, jumped up, nodded the horse's head with her bare feet, her white skirt fluttered towards Zhao Wujiang, and slapped Gu Nanyuan in Zhao Wujiang's arms with her palm.

Gu Nanyuan was seriously injured and was running around continuously. He was weak and weak. Zhao Wujiang also flew up and stood up. Dots of golden light appeared in his eyes and he greeted him with a palm.

"boom!"

The two of them exchanged palms, and invisible ripples spread out.

Zhao Wujiang landed in front of Gu Nanyuan, and the saint of the Hehuan Sect also stepped lightly on the mud with her bare feet.

"Young master is so brave and brave, and my family is so happy." The saint of Hehuan Sect bit her red lips and pulled off the red fan ribbon tied on her black silk stockings. The green silk hair flowed smoothly in front of her body and behind her head, and a flower slowly appeared between her eyebrows.

Indigo lotus.

The next moment, Zhao Wujiang felt an extremely powerful aura emanating from the body of the saint of the Hehuan Sect. This aura was so strong that he had never felt it in any fourth-grade strong man. Only when he glimpsed the threshold of the Grandmaster

Qi Lin can be compared.

Zhao Wujiang gently stroked the horse's head and said to Gu Nanyuan on the horse:

"You go back to Putuo Temple first, and I will look for you."

The Saint of the Hehuan Sect was in some danger at the moment. He was worried that the Saint of the Hehuan Sect would attack Gu Nanyuan directly. The two of them, A, 2 and 3, were also fighting with the elders of the Hehuan Sect. He had no choice but to let Gu Nanyuan return to Putuo Temple first.

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"No..." Gu Nanyuan bit her red lips tightly and complained. She felt how powerful the Saint of Hehuan Sect was at this moment, and she felt extremely worried.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently:

"obedient."

He patted the horse's head lightly, and the horse neighed, moved its hooves, and carried Gu Nanyuan away. No one from the Hehuan Sect stopped him.

"What a loving husband and concubine, all the slaves are in tears." The saintly girl of the Hehuan Sect gently wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes with her jade hands. Suddenly she waved her hands and shot out two pink and white ribbons from her sleeves.

He wrapped his arms around Zhao Wujiang and chuckled:

"Sir, be careful."

The ribbon was very strange, taking away the strength from Zhao Wujiang's arms and pulling his body at the same time.

The saintess of the Hehuan Sect touched the mud with her jade feet lightly, not dusty, and flew towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows. It was suspected that the saint of the Hehuan Sect had used some secret method to increase her cultivation so much that he could not defeat her with his fourth-level cultivation.

But he knew that the secret method had a time limit after all, and it would be fine if the time limit passed.

The silver needle appeared in Zhao Wujiang's hand, and the Taiyi Xuan Needle instantly pierced the ribbon wrapped around his arms. He exerted force on his arm, and the ribbon broke in an instant, and his body moved diagonally backwards.

The ribbons kept coming, and the Hehuan Sect saint looked at Zhao Wujiang who kept dodging, with playful eyes, like a cat catching a mouse.

The two chased each other and soon came to a mountain range. Just as Zhao Wujiang was about to fly into the forest to hide, two ribbons wrapped around him again, wrapping around his upper body, making it difficult to move for a while.

"Sir, why did you bring the slave family here? Could it be that you saw how sparsely populated this place is, and you want to do something wrong to me!" The saintly girl of the Hehuan Sect covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of spring, and she pulled the ribbon and flew over.

Zhao Wujiang exerted all his strength and was panting. His arms and body were tightly bound, making it difficult for him to use the Taiyi Xuan Needle.

"I'm not going to play anymore. I'm giving up. Aren't you just going to suck my Yang Qi? I won't move, come on." He rolled his eyes and sat down directly on the ground with a look of confusion on his face.

The Saint of Hehuan Sect was three steps away from Zhao Wujiang. Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and she walked towards Zhao Wujiang with a lot of steps, looking like she couldn't bear it:

"The slave family also wants the young master to be the servant of the slave family, but if you kill the holy son of our sect, the slave family must feel sad and give an explanation to the sect..."
Chapter completed!