Youwei Taoist stretched out his hand to push Monk Xunxin, but unexpectedly, Monk Xunxin was broad and fat, and because he secretly used his skills to shape his body, Youwei Taoist was pushed back a few steps.

The well-known Taoist became even more angry, raised his sword and shouted: "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being rude!"

Monk Xinxin was displeased when he heard this and replied: "This is my Buddhist nunnery. You are so arrogant here. I want her to accompany me today. If you stop me, I will beat you to death with my Zen staff!"

As he spoke, he raised the Zen staff, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and the ring on it kept ringing.

Qingru stared at the sidelines, laughing in her heart and thinking: "If this is the case, then there is a way out!"

Qingru laughed to herself in her heart, but her face was still frightened and worried. She concentrated hard, secretly flicked her finger, and immediately saw several small silver needles shooting away in the air, pointing directly at Youwei.

The long sword in the Taoist's hand.

A Taoist priest vaguely felt a gust of wind coming, but he only knew that the target was himself, so he had no choice but to wave his sword to resist.

It was originally dark night, and even though there were lights around me, the extremely tiny silver needle was still difficult to spot.

Qingru herself was very good at throwing darts and firing hidden weapons. She took advantage of the darkness of the night, not to mention that Taoist Youwei made a wrong judgment at this time.

It's okay if he doesn't swing the sword, the target is only the sword surface and will never hurt the skin.

A Taoist priest hurriedly swung his sword, and when the door opened, the silver needle penetrated deeply into his waist muscles.

Monk Xin Xin also waved his Zen staff at this time, because the Taoist priest had just swung his sword, and he would inevitably stab Xin Xin in the body.

"You are such an old Taoist, how dare you stab your grandfather monk with a sword?" Xin Xin shouted loudly.

The wise Taoist did not care about the severe pain in his waist, and had to dance his sword wildly to prevent being hit by the Zen staff weighing hundreds of kilograms.

A well-known Taoist said with a trembling voice: "Stop, that woman is trying to hurt me!"

"What a bear to hurt your grandma!" Monk Xinxin concentrated his efforts, and the Zen staff pressed down like a hill. He gritted his back molars and said in a deep voice, "See what you are doing, and give it to me!"

Following his instructions, the four figures just rushed into the battle group with weapons in hand.

Among the four, the yellow-robed monk is a disciple of monk Xingxin, and the gray-robed Taoist is a disciple of a promising Taoist. They each went to help their masters fight. As for the remaining two, they are friends with Miaotong, the abbot of the Buddhist nunnery.

The Jianghu guest just smiled and said nothing, staring at the changing actions in the field.

Qingru saw that there were only two Jianghu people left, and she felt greatly relaxed. Qingru's eyes rolled around and she saw that they were watching the fight between Xin Xin and others. If they didn't leave now, when would they wait?

Qingru stared with her eyes and saw that there was a small bamboo forest not far ahead, with a moon door behind it. Qingru took a step forward and jumped over.

"Brother, that woman wants to escape!" One of the Jianghu guests was holding a Tang sword with a fierce look on his face.

"Stop her!" The other person used a plum blossom fork. This kind of weapon is mostly used by women. It is strange to see a grown man using a fork.

Qingru sensed that they were approaching, and her pace quickened. However, the figure with a plum blossom crossed her body and jumped in front of Qingru.

The man held the fork across his chest and sneered, "Where are you going, girl?" While he was talking, another knife wielder came over.

"Get out of the way!" Qingru glanced at the two figures with her eyes and shouted coldly, "If you stop me again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Girl, you are also beautiful. I advise you to leave here as soon as possible!" There was a hint of care in her words, which made Qingru confused.

"Brother!" the sword wielding man whispered, "I see this girl has a lot of stuff!"

Shicha's eyes swept over Qingru's full head of hair, and her eyes flashed unexpectedly: "Girl, this is Zhang Yi! This is my brother Zhang Er! If you don't want us to embarrass you, just

Hand over all the money you have!"

Qingru was relieved. It turned out that they were greedy for her own property! But Qingru was aloof and arrogant, how could she take advantage of them like this?

"I don't have anything precious with me. I think you just fell in love with my hairpin!" He took the hairpin off his head and chuckled, "It's just that this hairpin is extremely precious. You

I’m afraid I won’t be able to enjoy it!”

"Since the girl doesn't know how to express herself, don't blame me for being rude!" As she spoke, the plum blossom fork stabbed her chest with unparalleled speed.

Qingru couldn't help being surprised. This plum blossom fork has always been famous for its lightness and flexibility. She didn't expect that this casual blow in his hand would be so powerful! She didn't dare to be careless. The double thorns came out like a dragon and snake, and she followed the thorns away.

, turned lightly and avoided the plum blossom fork.

Qingru used her double stabs and climbed up the rock along the plum blossom fork. Then she hooked with her backhand and was about to succeed.

Suddenly the one wielding the Tang Sword came in, and an extremely strong blade flashed out of the way, forcing Qingru to retreat.

Qingru was immediately besieged by the two men, and the shadows of the blades were circling back and forth, just like layers of fishing nets coming over her. Fortunately, Qingru had gradually mastered the pair of thorns, protecting her body's vital points to avoid disaster and defeat.

Over there, the monk Xunxin was still fighting with the Taoist Youwei. Qingru glanced out of the corner of her eye and thought in her mind: "I am no match for them. I can't let them go on like this. If the old Taoist comes over later, it will be even harder for me to escape."

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Having made up his mind, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, raised his arms sharply, and said in a clear voice: "The hairpin is going to break!" He threw the hairpin into the air, and the silver light flickered and disappeared into the darkness.

These two brothers really only had money in their sights. As soon as they saw the hairpin flying in the sky, they immediately went to look for it.

As soon as Qingru got away, she turned around and started running away.

Zhang Yi suddenly realized something, and his body that had risen from the ground fell down again: "You go get the hairpin, and I'll collect her!"

The Plum Blossom Fork struck again, and Qingru felt the strong wind behind her, so she had no choice but to use the "Iron Banquet" move, following which she fell backwards.

The plum-blossom fork was stabbed against the front of her clothes. Qingru's Emei thorns hurriedly waved the plum-blossom fork away.

"Damn it!" Qingru's clothes had just been torn, and his clothes were about to open. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and she wished she could use Emei thorns to scratch his body full of cracks.

At this moment, a cloud of sand suddenly flashed through the air, and Qingru felt someone pulling her away into the distance.

The hand is soft and looks like a woman.

After a few breaths, Qingru opened her eyes and saw that the woman in front of her was a nun who was about twenty years old and extremely beautiful.

"Who are you?" Qingru saw that she was dressed as a nun, and she didn't know whether she was an enemy or a friend.

"Don't be afraid, my name is Qiu Yun!" Her voice was soft, with a hint of panic in it.
Chapter completed!