"Master?" Zuo Feng was shocked and shouted in shock.
Xu Xingping did not stop there, and did not pay attention to Ding Yan, who was sent flying. He quickly turned around and attacked Zuo Feng.
Fortunately, when Ding Yan was knocked out, Zuo Feng was already on guard and did not let Xu Xing succeed in his sneak attack.
"Master, what are you doing? We are your protectors and have followed you loyally for more than ten years, and you actually want to kill us." Zuo Feng asked in surprise while resisting Xu Xingping's attack.
"snort!"
Xu Xingping didn't answer, the black energy in his hand became stronger, and he attacked Zuo Feng fiercely.
Zuo Feng felt miserable in his heart. He was just a high-level martial arts sect, but the sect leader Xu Xingping had been the martial king for many years. This time he came to pick the flowers of the Nine Nether Grass in order to challenge the martial emperor in the future!
He is no match for Xu Xingping. He can only support himself through hard work, but if this continues, he will undoubtedly lose sooner or later.
"Ding Yan, if you don't come here to help me quickly, the sect master has gone crazy. If this continues, both of us will be killed by him!" Zuo Feng took Xu Xingping's chapter and stepped back a few steps, with blood boiling in his heart.
, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zuo Feng quickly shouted, if he continues like this, he will definitely die.
Ding Yan was surrounded by black energy, and he had been seriously injured after receiving Xu Xingping's palm.
But there was no time for him to recover, so he slapped his chest with his palm and forcibly dispelled the black energy.
There was a hint of resentment in his eyes. He had worked hard for the Yinhun Sect, but the sect leader actually wanted to kill them at this time. Ding Yan no longer hesitated and immediately attacked Xu Xingping.
The three of them were all members of the Yin Hun Sect, and they practiced the same techniques. Suddenly, black energy lingered on the cliff. Although it was daytime, they could hear the roar of the Yin Hun, which was extremely cold.
Although two people are playing against one, Xu Xingping has been promoted to King of Martial Arts for many years and has extensive experience, making it increasingly difficult for Zuo Feng and Ding Yan to resist.
A trace of joy flashed in Zuo Feng's heart. Fortunately, the sect leader gave his son Xu Xingping the blood gourd he refined with blood essence. Otherwise, with the power of the blood gourd, they would have been killed long ago.
But even so, the two of them are far from Xu Xingping's opponents.
"Master, the two of us are loyal to you. If you want to kill us, give us a reason so that we can die in peace." Zuo Feng shouted.
"Hmph, only a few of us know about the Nine Nether Grass. Could it be that someone picked the Nine Nether Grass in advance by such a coincidence?" Xu Xingping said, his eyes getting colder. "It must be you old guys who covet this Nine Nether Grass."
Youcao, I sent someone to seize the opportunity to pick it!"
"Sect Master, in addition to the two of us, the two elders of the sect know about the Nine Nether Grass, and the young sect master also knows about it!"
Zuo Feng shouted anxiously that if Xu Xingping could not be persuaded, he and Ding Yan would definitely die today.
"Hmph, those two old guys, I will naturally take care of them when they return to the door." Xu Xingping's offensive became more fierce, the black light grew stronger, and the ghost roared.
He didn't believe that his son had leaked the news about the Nine Nether Grass. These old guys all wanted his position as the sect leader. They must have stolen the flowers of the Nine Nether Grass.
"You two old guys, go to hell!" Xu Xingping yelled fiercely.
"Master! We are loyal"
Zuo Feng still wanted to explain, but Ding Yan shouted angrily: "Zuo Feng, why don't you explain to him that this old dog has gone crazy for Jiuyou Grass? It's useless no matter how much you say. This old dog wants to kill
We, we have to make him pay the price!"
When Zuo Feng heard this, he didn't think much more, because he had already seen the determination in the eyes of the sect leader and he would not stop fighting.
The two people's internal strength surged, and they used the method of consuming life force to forcibly increase their internal strength. For a moment, there were many black shadows, and the whistling of ghosts could not be heard.
"court death!"
Xu Xingping spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into nourishing liquid for the soul, and a black curtain suddenly enveloped the two of them.
"Soul-Eating Array!"
In the black curtain, the screams of Ding Yan and Zuo Feng were suddenly heard. After a stick of incense, the black curtain dissipated, and the bodies of Zuo Feng and Ding Yan reappeared, but they had become two mummies.
Xu Xingping immediately collapsed on the ground. He had been injured by the move just now. If he could not find the flowers of the Nine Nether Grass, he would never be able to advance to the Martial Emperor in his life.
After sitting down to rest and recover for a while, Xu Xingping went to search in front of the two mummies, but found nothing.
His heart sank. He was not sure whether the flowers of the Nine Nether Grass were picked by these two people. Now that the flowers were not on these two people, could someone really pick the flowers of the Nine Nether Grass by coincidence?
.
There was no time to think about it. The withered traces of the Nine Nether Grass were still there. If someone else picked the flower, they must not have left Western Sichuan.
Without any hesitation, Xu Xingping steeled himself and ran towards the forest.
He must not let anyone run away with the flowers of the Nine Nether Grass. This is his only hope to advance to the Martial Emperor.
If you catch that person, you will definitely crush him to ashes!
Shortly after Xu Xingping left, Ye Qinghuan appeared on the cliff again. His consciousness had sensed that Xu Xingping had run away.
Of course, Ye Qinghuan is not afraid of him. Not to mention that he is seriously injured now. Even if he is not injured, he is a Martial King, and Ye Qinghuan is not afraid of him at all.
Ye Qinghuan casually glanced at the two people who had turned into mummies. These two people were really unlucky. They did nothing but were killed by their own sect leader.
It was obvious that the Nine Nether Grass they were talking about was the Ghost Grass picked by Ye Qinghuan, and these two people had become scapegoats.
After thinking for a while, Ye Qinghuan decided to go find the woman he met before to see what the Red Flame Stone they were looking for was.
Muzixi was originally going to travel with a tour group, but there were several men in the group who kept courting her, and one man even pursued her directly.
Muzixi took the trouble and had no choice but to travel alone.
Now she not only doesn't want to deal with those suitors, she doesn't even like to come into contact with other people. She just wants to relax quietly, so she wants to relax in an off-the-beaten-path place.
She made her own strategy, prepared various items, and headed towards western Sichuan.
On the way, Muzixi got on a bus that went deep into western Sichuan. Although he had not yet reached the real western Sichuan, the road was sparsely populated, surrounded by unique ancient scenery, Cangshan pines and bamboos, and the gentle breeze, which made Muzixi feel calm.
Come down.
Maybe he really should forget Ye Qinghuan and start his life again.
He is a capable man and should live a good life. If you insist on looking for him, you may disrupt his life.
She owes him so much. He must hate himself and not want to see him.
Only let time heal all this.
Muzixi imagined that maybe one day, on a street at dusk, she and Ye Qinghuan could meet again.
At that time, I must have been alone, and Ye Qinghuan at that time must have held hands with his beautiful and kind-hearted wife. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and Ye Qinghuan would have resented him.
I may envy his wife, but I won't feel jealous. I will only silently wish them happiness in my heart.
Thinking of this, a faint smile suddenly formed on the corner of Muzixi's mouth. She was looking forward to meeting Ye Qinghuan again.
At that time, maybe both of them had entered old age and felt relieved. They met by chance on the road, smiled with relief, and said: "Long time no see."
Muzixi smiled, which stunned the other men on the bus. This classic woman, who was like a lady from a Jiangnan water town, smiled for the first time in such a day.
This shallow smile seemed to eclipse the beautiful scenery on the roadside.