Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing were both tied up with five flowers and their hands and feet tied up.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at his hands that were tightly tied with hemp rope. He always felt that he could easily take his hands out.
He didn't know why, but Ouyang Rong's intuition told him this.
So he moved.
As if his hands were boneless, he could easily pull them out of the tight ropes around his wrists.
So are the ropes elsewhere on the body.
No matter how tight the binding was, his bones would easily fall out.
To put it lightly, it was as ordinary as drinking water and eating. All of this happened in a flash of lightning. Even two slaves in Tsing Yi who were afraid of watching the strange scene of fighting on the top of the mountain did not react immediately after noticing Ouyang Rong's movements with their peripheral vision.
The first reaction was to look stunned.
Ouyang Rong, who was sitting on the ground, picked up the sharp waist knife at the foot of a slave in Tsing Yi before he could bend down and reach out.
Then a silent counterattack began.
And it ended completely within ten breaths.
Ah Qing pursed her lips and looked in a daze the whole time. She even closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, wondering if she was hallucinating.
A frail scholar-like master, can he hit eight people at once?
Even if there were elements of surprise, sudden attack, and two stealth fighters escaping at the same time, it was still a one versus eight!
I saw the two Tsing Yi slaves fleeing into the forest.
Ouyang Rong didn't waste time chasing after him.
At this moment, he first stood up from the runaway slave who fell farthest away from the cliff, and used the green clothes on the corpse to wipe the blood on the knife.
Then he turned around and walked back to the edge of the cliff, came to Ah Qing's side, and stabbed the three slaves in Tsing Yi who were still holding their ankles and wailing for mercy on the lawn one after another.
Surrounding Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing were the corpses of five Tsing-clad slaves.
There were injuries of severed hamstrings at the ankles of the corpse.
Ouyang Rong also forgot where he learned this trick. Anyway, he had seen a lot of inappropriate things about staying up late in his previous life.
Ouyang Rong neatly dealt with the Tsing Yi slave, walked silently, squatted down, and helped the stunned and delicate girl cut the rope and loosen it.
This is not the first time Ouyang Rong kills someone.
When it comes to killing people, there are two kinds of things, and it seems that even though he saved Ah Qing, the person he killed is not a good person. The clear sound of wooden fish can be heard in his ears, and he has gained merit, which is a burden.
During the ribbon-cutting ceremony before, Ouyang Rong also experienced the moment of life and death, and he also found strangely that during the life-and-death fight, he could still remain surprisingly calm and had a particularly big heart.
Later, he told his junior sister about this one time, and the latter said that not everyone was like this, that he had a talent for killing and had a naturally strong psychological quality.
Ouyang Rong was embarrassed because he felt that this was not a serious talent.
But today, this unorthodox talent saved him.
"The most important thing is that this weird ninth level I was promoted to can actually control the muscles and bones of the whole body to a certain extent in detail.
"In addition to being able to shrink and deform bones, the control of the body's balance seems to have improved to a higher level. It can even function as a sophisticated killing machine with proper control..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and murmured imperceptibly, with a look of thought on his face:
"I heard from my junior sister that the first time the Jade Fairy was able to escape from her hands, it was because of the magic of shrinking bones. Could it be that I really..."
Ouyang Rong was speechless, shook his head, and didn't want to think about it for the time being.
Now, Ouyang Rong finally untied A Qing, and Ouyang Rong was about to pull her up.
But at this moment.
"What are you doing?"
A cold male voice came from the woods behind the two of them.
Ouyang Rong turned his head sharply with a horrified look on his face.
It was Liu Zilin who left and came back again!
Ouyang Rong pulled Ah Qing over and blocked her in front of her. He stared at Liu Zilin in front of him and didn't reply for a while.
At the same time, he quietly looked sideways and observed the forest road behind Liu Zilin. Fortunately, he found nothing strange.
Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Fu and others were nowhere to be seen. It seemed that only Liu Zilin was back, and I don't know why.
"Hey, where is your master?"
Ouyang Rong moved quietly, holding his hands behind his back to give Ah Qing an escape gesture.
But what he didn't expect was that Liu Zilin, who had always seemed hesitant about his mother-in-law before, had a cold expression on his face this time, looked at him, and suddenly pulled out the moonlight sword from his waist and rushed straight towards him.
Ouyang Rong didn't have time to think and quickly drew his knife to deal with it.
He dragged his seriously injured body and mobilized all his muscles to face the enemy.
But after several dazzling moonlight sword lights flashed across the field, Ouyang Rong discovered that... he seemed to have overestimated himself.
After a brief exchange of blows, the two separated and stood facing each other.
Ouyang Rong felt the numbness in his arms and suddenly said:
"When did you reach the ninth level? Who taught you the Qi Refining Technique, Liu Fu? Or the Wei family? So you were just pretending before, right? You can hide it better than your second brother..."
Liu Zilin snorted coldly and glanced at the sky above the mountain top. The fight between gods and gods taking place there was dizzying, and it was hundreds of times better than the fight between little fish and shrimp like them.
"Ouyang Lianghan, you talk a lot of nonsense." His voice was cold.
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat.
The Mirage Mask was destroyed previously, causing too much backlash and internal damage to him.
Although he was promoted to the ninth level, he was in a sluggish state. Facing Liu Zilin, who had been hiding until now and had full blood of the ninth level, he was helpless and gradually fell behind.
But thanks to the control of muscles and bones by this weird ninth level, his ability to save his life and escape is particularly tenacious.
For a while, Liu Zilin was unable to do anything to Ouyang Rong, at least he couldn't catch him.
The two got into a stalemate.
At this moment, Ah Qing seemed to have spotted the opportunity and ran hastily towards the woods nearby.
Ouyang Rong suddenly jumped up and rushed forward, attacking Liu Zilin who was about to pursue him without thinking about his own safety, and held him back.
On the lawn, the two got into a fight.
After a while, Ah Qing's figure disappeared into the woods.
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately broke away from the fight. He covered the sword wound on his arm and backed away while panting.
He was already in a weak position, but this time he took the initiative to entangle, which caused a lot of injuries on his body.
But it's worth it.
Liu Zilin looked at Ouyang Rong coldly.
Now that he had no worries anymore, Ouyang Rong was ready to get into the forest and run away.
at this time.
"master……"
A familiar cry came from the forest not far away.
Turning around, he saw a dozen slaves in green clothes walking out of the woods. Ah Qing was escorted out with his hands cut behind his back.
Among the dozen or so slaves in green clothes who suddenly appeared, there were two familiar faces. They had escaped before, and they had obviously called for help.
Ouyang Rong fell into silence.
"Capture her without mercy, or kill her."
Liu Zilin said lightly.
Ouyang Rong nodded and opened his hands to indicate giving up.
Liu Zilin tilted his head, and two servants in green clothes walked over to disarm Ouyang Rong.
The next moment.
There were two more corpses on the ground with their throats covered.
Ouyang Rong squatted down, grabbed the corpse's green clothes, and wiped the blade.
Liu Zilin narrowed his eyes: "Ouyang Lianghan, what do you mean?"
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said:
"If you dare to touch A Qing's hair, you will die. My people are at the bottom of the mountain, and my junior sister is also there. I can go down the mountain to find them at any time."
"If you dare to find reinforcements, I will kill her now."
"If you dare to kill her, I will go find her right away. None of you will survive. It's best to pray that my junior sister's seventh-level cultivation cannot catch up with you."
Liu Zilin looked gloomily and stared at Ouyang Rong for a long time.
In an instant, he drew his sword and rushed out.
Ouyang Rong saw every move.
The two got into a fight.
At this time, the dozen or so slaves in green clothes exchanged glances, stepped forward with a tacit understanding, and gradually surrounded Ouyang Rong.
But Ouyang Rong used his body's flexibility and exchanged moves to throw Liu Zilin away, ran into the woods, and escaped from the encirclement.
"Don't play tricks."
Ouyang Rong said with a chuckle.
Liu Zilin's facial muscles twitched. Looking at the young county magistrate who was as cunning and difficult to catch as a loach, a tangled look flashed in his eyes.
In fact, even if Ouyang Rong surrendered, he would not let Ah Qing go.
But I didn't expect that this person would not fall into the trap.
"Humph, madman."
Liu Zilin ignored Ouyang Rong.
He turned his head and glanced at Ah Qing who was tied up, then suddenly turned around.
"Don't pay too much attention to this madman, be careful and follow me."
Liu Zilin led a group of domestic slaves, left the lawn and walked somewhere.
Ouyang Rong's smile slowly disappeared and he followed far behind.
Liu Zilin came to the ruins of the Jiazi sword furnace room.
While he was alert to Ouyang Rong, he directed his slaves to carry the broken pieces.
His expression was serious, as if he was rummaging through the ruins for something.
A few moments.
When Ouyang Rong saw it, Liu Zilin suddenly looked happy and pulled out a broken corpse from the ruins with a sword hilt inserted into the chest.
Liu Zilin quickly squatted down, casually pulled out several obstructive swords from the corpse's chest, and silently stretched his right hand into the dead Liu Zian's arms.
Not long after, he took out a blood-stained Buddhist scripture with three daggers inserted into it.
Ouyang Rong frowned.
Liu Zilin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Buddhist scriptures, and then a smile appeared on his lips.
He glanced at Liu Zian with an unblinking look, smiled, and put the Buddhist scripture, which he had deliberately stabbed with three swords to cover its position, into his arms.
Then he squatted down again and casually touched Liu Zi'an's body. He suddenly stopped and took out a brand new bronze mask from the sleeve of the corpse. Liu Zilin curled his lips in disgust, but lowered his eyes for a moment and put it into his sleeve.
Liu Zilin stood in the ruins of the A-shaped sword furnace room, clapped his hands, turned around with satisfaction, and returned to the edge of the cliff.
Walked up to Ah Qing.
"Hand over the things."
Liu Zilin suddenly spread his palms and narrowed his eyes to beg.
"What to hand over?" From a distance, Ouyang Rong replied coldly: "Your brother's third urn?"
Liu Zilin ignored him.
Ouyang Rong frowned more and more.
Liu Zilin stared straight at a certain delicate girl with a pale face: "I want to ask you a question."
Ah Qing shook his head in confusion.
Liu Zilin sneered at the corner of his mouth and ordered:
"Where is the gift that the old gentleman asked someone to give you earlier? Hand it over!"