By this time, it was already ten o'clock in the night, and the night had already fallen.
A group of people from the Feiyun Sect were still having a pleasant exchange and lit up a bonfire. A group of young people also forgot that Ye Qinghuan was talking very happily.
"Well, I'm going to see brother Ye Qinghuan."
Shi Yan stood up, said something, and walked towards Ye Qinghuan.
"snort."
Zhang Xinyu snorted quietly, feeling even more dissatisfied with Shi Yan.
He clearly knew that he was dissatisfied with Ye Qinghuan, but he still wanted to deal with Ye Qinghuan at this time. How could such a stupid man pursue him!
Brother Yang Chen is still awesome. Not only is he amazingly talented, but he also knows how to be charming. He is also suave, handsome and unrestrained.
"Brother Ye Qinghuan, you are a little bored here, why don't we go over and have a chat." Shi Yan came over and said.
"No."
Ye Qinghuan shook his head casually.
How could he have the intention to chat with a group of children? These Feiyun Sect disciples were just like children in Ye Qinghuan's heart.
Shi Yan stopped persuading, and instead sat down with Ye Qinghuan and the others and started talking.
Zhang Xinyu's eyes kept drifting over, with deep dissatisfaction.
"Little junior sister, don't look at it. The senior brother is a good person. You know, he just thinks that there are only two of them and they are a little lonely." A young man persuaded.
"Does that mean he has to take care of everything? He goes over to chat with people when they are lonely. He goes over to help people when they are in danger. Why doesn't he become a saint?"
Zhang Xinyu said coldly.
"Indeed, Senior Brother is too honest and doesn't know who is his. Ye Qinghuan said bad things about Junior Sister Xinyu, but he actually went to help him!"
Huang Ping immediately agreed.
He also likes Zhang Xinyu. After all, she is the most beautiful girl among their disciples. Moreover, she is the daughter of the sect master.
Zhang Xinyu's expression changed. Although she despised and hated Shi Yan, she also knew that Shi Yan took good care of her, so she didn't like others speaking ill of Shi Yan.
What's more, Shi Yan is Huang Ping's senior brother!
Just when Zhang Xinyu was about to scold Huang Ping, there was sudden movement in the woods opposite, and there was a burst of noise.
"what!"
Some disciples immediately stood up and were on alert.
Suddenly, the grass parted, and three figures walked out of the woods.
They are three middle-aged people.
The three of them were all relatively thin, with sunken cheeks and sunken eyes, and their eyes were deeply set in their sockets. They suddenly walked out of the darkness, looking a little scary.
"Who are you?"
One disciple stood up, cupped his fists and said.
"Hey, stop talking nonsense and hand over all the elixirs, money, and weapons you have!" A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows on the left said coldly with a cold look on his face.
The faces of the group of young people suddenly changed, and they immediately understood that these three middle-aged men were not good people and were here to rob.
Moreover, the fact that this person mentioned pills and weapons meant that they must be warriors.
"Who are these people? We are disciples of the Feiyun Sect, I'm afraid—" the disciple said apologetically, hoping that the name of the Feiyun Sect could calm these three middle-aged men.
"I don't care about Feiyun Sect, hand over the east and west, or you will die!" The thick-browed middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, his wrist moved slightly, and a big knife in his hand suddenly glowed with cold light.
The disciple's expression changed, and he suddenly became a little timid. Being able to stand up and speak out was already his greatest courage, but now he didn't know what to do.
"Humph, if you dare to touch us, my father will not let you go!" At this moment, Zhang Xinyu suddenly stood up and said proudly to the three middle-aged men.
The three middle-aged men were stunned for a moment. Zhang Xin thought that these three people were afraid, and immediately raised their swan-like necks proudly.
"Hey, I want this girl, and the rest belongs to you." The middle-aged man in the middle, with a goatee, chuckled, with a lustful light in his eyes.
"No, I want this girl, and the rest is up to you."
Another middle-aged man also said loudly.
The three of them are all warriors, and one of them was hanging out in this generation. After learning about the opening of Jiuxian Valley, he also rushed over.
However, they did not want to obtain the inheritance of Jiuxian Valley, but just wanted to stay here and rob, not only for pills and money, but also for sex.
The three of them are also very smart. They know what a master is and not to mess with them. They are not afraid of a group of young people like this.
Hearing that the three of them were discussing who would get him, Zhang Xinyu was so angry that his body trembled slightly. He was about to speak, but suddenly he saw a figure running out and blocking him.
"Seniors, we are willing to give up all the elixirs and money, so please let us go, okay?" This person was Shi Yan. He cupped his hands and said politely to the three of them.
"Tch, it's really useless. If Brother Yang Chen were here, he would have beaten them down long ago."
Zhang Xinyu whispered softly.
Shi Yan's body trembled, but he still stood in front, staring at the three middle-aged people in front of him.
"Go away, who do you think you are, how dare you bargain with me!" The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows suddenly snorted coldly, and hunted with the cold light of the big knife in his hand, "Hand over the things, and then obediently send all the women out!"
"senior!"
Shi Yan shouted.
"Who is your senior? Get lost!" The thick-browed middle-aged man snorted coldly, and immediately struck Shi Yan with his knife.
The broadsword glowed with a chilling light, making it look terrifying in the dark night.
Shi Yan thought of running away, but Zhang Xinyu was behind him and he couldn't get out of the way.
In desperation, Shi Yan had no choice but to attack first. A pair of iron fists hit the middle-aged man's chest.
"Senior martial arts master!" The middle-aged man took a step back and sneered, "Your cultivation is quite good!"
He is also a high-level martial arts master. Shi Yan is no more than thirty years old, but he is already in his forties. Their talents are very different.
But in battle, no one will look at your talent.
"Leave the rest to me!"
Another short middle-aged man also flew down and attacked the remaining young people. He had no weapons, and just an iron palm was already powerful and irresistible.
Ye Qinghuan and Lu Pengze were still sitting aside. There was an old tree behind Ye Qinghuan. Ye Qinghuan was sitting on the ground, leaning against the old tree, as if he hadn't seen half of the battle not far away. The strength of these disciples was not as good as
Shi Yan was only an intermediate martial arts master at best. He had no ability to resist in front of this high-level martial arts master, and several people were beaten to the ground in a few blows.