The man, who had never woken up before, turned around and got into the car, spitting hard.
The old woman flicked her sleeves and glared angrily: "Join the battle if you can, you are so disgusting."
"Ugh... you ate shit, the phlegm is so yellow."
Xie Mao Mao turned a deaf ear and sat carelessly in front of Tang Jingyue who was making tea. He spread his hands and said helplessly: "What do you say, do you want to force yourself in or wait?"
"I can hold these two old men down, crazy woman, which one of you will come?"
Situ Ran, the commander-in-chief of the inner sect, said with great fighting spirit: "Leave it to me."
Tang Jingyue stopped her and said, "You can't do it. The old woman is at the eleventh level of martial arts, which is on par with you. The formation she set up can at least trap a master of the twelveth level of martial arts."
"It will take ten minutes for the kitten to break the formation. If you go in, you will narrowly escape death."
Situ Ran took a deep breath and said with a slight embarrassment: "I, I'll try my best to delay it, it won't be a big problem."
Tang Jingyue said sternly: "It's easy to get into the battle but hard to get out of the battle. If you delay, how long can you delay?"
"Those two old men are the remnants of the Demon Sword Palace. They are skillful with their swordsmanship and have a fusion of minds."
"They sense each other and make up for the shortcomings in each other's moves. It can be said to be airtight."
"Coupled with two famous Chinese swords, the strength is close to the thirteenth level of real martial arts."
Xie Mao Mao echoed: "I can't defeat them within half an hour."
"As for the massacre, it will take longer."
Situ Ran said anxiously: "They can delay it, but we can't. Once the Daoist, Buddhist, and Yun Sect men arrive, enemies will be made on all sides. In such a situation, there will be almost no way out."
"In addition, small and medium-sized forces on all sides are ready to take action and want to fish in troubled waters to get a piece of the pie."
"Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, how can you protect yourself?"
Xie Maomao said nothing and looked at Tang Jingyue.
The latter held the tea ceremony: "According to your estimation, how long will it take for the other three parties to gather here?"
Situ Ran solemnly said: "Three days at most."
Xie Mao Mao retorted: "No, I will survive for two days."
"Elder of the Three Meridians, the lowest level of martial arts cultivation is the eleventh level. Xingyue is on the road. Two days is the best."
Tang Jingyue said thoughtfully: "In two days, will he be able to make it?"
Xie Maomao said confusedly: "Who?"
Tang Jingyue said irritably: "You two stay on guard to prevent the bastards from the Demon Sword Palace from raiding. I'll go talk to the spirit girl."
Xie Mao Mao yawned continuously and was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.
Situ Ran Zhiqu expressed his position: "I will guard, Brother Cat, you can rest."
In the cramped bedroom, Lingxi held up her mobile phone, talking softly and smiling brightly.
"Well, we were blocked, Chen Xuanjun's people."
"They are short of manpower and dare not launch an attack for the time being."
"When will you come back?"
"Four days? Oh, okay, okay, just come over and collect the body for me."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the howling of the wind could be heard.
Lingxi said proudly: "Do I want to leave some last words?"
"Yeah, you are cruel to me."
"No matter, I clearly heard what I just heard."
"Smelly Suning, you're done."
"Dudududu."
The call was forcibly interrupted by someone. Lingxi threw away the phone angrily and gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle Xinglan is right, men need to be beaten three times a day."
"But seeing as you traveled all night, huh, I forgive you this time."
