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69. The Master's Secret Art when the Master is not at home

After knowing that someone was following, Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, and then said flatly: "Find a place ahead and deal with them."

He is now carrying this black giant sword on his back and moves as slowly as a turtle crawling. If the person following him reveals his whereabouts, the opponent's large army will soon catch up with him and his group.

Xiao Bu Dian and Zhu Yi looked at each other and nodded slightly. They were both decisive people and could not tolerate people with evil intentions following behind them.

After reaching a tacit understanding, the three brothers stopped communicating and did not deliberately speed up. However, they gradually deviated from the original route and quietly turned into a dense forest on the side of the road.

The two monks from the Yu family who were following them appeared and quickly chased them into the jungle.

Xiao Yan was carrying a huge black sword on his back, and his body was extremely heavy. He walked on the ground step by step, so the two Yu family monks were not afraid of losing him.

One of the tall monks muttered as he walked: "Master Tian, ​​why do you insist on us following these three brats? It's a complete waste of time."

The short monk "shushed" and said in a low voice: "We will do whatever the young master says, don't talk so much nonsense."

Just as he was talking, the footprints in front of him suddenly disappeared. The two monks reacted quickly and immediately knew that something was wrong. They might have been exposed.

Before they could react further, there was a noise from the dense branches and leaves above their heads. The two subconsciously looked up, and heard a "whoosh" in their ears. A huge black sword had already filled their sight.

Xiao Yan grabbed the black iron giant sword and fell from the sky. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he slashed down with the sword with astonishing power.

However, the black iron giant sword was too heavy, and Xiao Yan could not move flexibly. When he struck out with the sword, the power was truly amazing, but both Yu family cultivators had disdainful smiles on their faces.

The two of them jumped backward together and were out of the attack range of the black iron giant sword. The giant sword was too heavy and Xiao Yan could not change its direction and could only watch the two of them avoid the sword's edge.

But Xiao Yan didn't care, and even had time to laugh at the two Yu family cultivators.

His smile made the other two people feel puzzled, but the next moment, their scalps suddenly went numb and their hairs stood on end, as if some disaster was about to befall them.

Carrying a hammer-like white bone hammer, the little boy appeared silently behind the short monk, and with an extremely skillful technique, he hit the short monk on the back of the head with a "dong" sound.

The short monk screamed and felt stars flashing in front of his eyes. He turned around with great effort and forced himself to concentrate not to faint.

But just as he turned around, before he could see anything clearly, a white shadow swayed in front of his eyes, and another hammer hit him squarely on the forehead.

The short monk's eyelids rolled up and he no longer had the strength to struggle. He simply lay down on his back and fainted.

Xiao Budian's two-hit combo really has a knack of being fast, accurate, and ruthless. He has mastered it to the point of perfection. Even Lin Feng here has to sigh that this kid is really good at the promising career of hitting sap.

There is talent.

Zhu Yi and the tall monk who were still fighting next to them also slowed down and looked at the little one at the same time.

It's really too much of a contradiction for this little shota, who has red lips and white teeth, and is extremely cute, to hit the sap with such ferocity, violence and skill.

The boy himself didn't realize it yet. Instead, he was very proud and smiled at Zhu Yi: "Second senior brother, this is our master's secret skill. It is specially used to capture the opponent alive. When the master taught it, you had not yet started, so you didn't learn it."

There’s still time to learn.”

"Later, I will demonstrate it to you again later. If you learn it, you won't have to go to such trouble next time."

Zhu Yi's qi-nurturing Kung Fu that he had studied hard for ten years was finally broken at this moment. The corner of his mouth twitched and he shook his head: "This... I still don't want to learn anymore." Looking at this man who is currently the highest among the brothers, he is willing to call himself his junior brother.

Little guy, Zhu Yi's back actually felt a little cold.

The tall monk's eyes widened when he looked at the little one.

Is this a child less than five years old?

If so, why is there such a high level of cultivation?

More importantly, why are you so thick-skinned?

What kind of secret technique is used specifically to capture opponents alive?

It's basically a sneak attack and a sap, okay?

The short monk is already in a coma. If he wakes up and understands the truth of the matter, he will definitely be like the tall monk at this moment, with billions of ancient tyrannosaurs rushing past in his heart.

Xiao Yan grabbed the black iron giant sword in his hand angrily and said to Zhu Yi: "Second junior brother, don't listen to his nonsense. Master is joking with him. This kid takes it seriously... Or it should be said that he knows that master is joking.

But this trick suits this naughty kid’s appetite so much that he is now flaunting it under the banner of master.”

Xiao Dodian smiled happily on the side, while Zhu Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You can't use this thing when fighting against others in a short period of time." Xiao Yan sighed, let go and dropped the black iron giant sword, raising yellow dust all over the ground.

The next moment, Xiao Yan's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot: "Let's do it together and fight quickly."

The tall monk was stunned when he saw Xiao Yan suddenly appearing in front of him. All the cultivation that had been suppressed by the black iron giant sword burst out and punched him in the face.

He embarrassedly avoided Xiao Yan's punch, and the tall monk felt a chill on his neck. A long sword was already placed on his neck. The sword was in Zhu Yi's hand. The scholar in green shirt had one hand behind his back, with an indifferent expression: "Don't mess around.

It's better to move, we already have a living person, whether you want to keep him or not depends on your own performance."

Speaking of survival, looking at the short monk who was still unconscious and lying on the ground, Zhu Yi's eyebrows twitched a few more times and gave the little boy an annoyed look.

The little one came over with a smile and asked with a smile: "Okay, tell me, why are you following us?"

The tall monk wanted to start talking nonsense, but when he came into contact with the little boy's shining eyes and saw the little boy weighing the bone hammer in his hand, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "I am from the Yu family.

Monks, if you are smart, you'd better let us go, otherwise you will suffer."

The smile on the little boy's face gradually disappeared, he didn't say anything, and just looked at the tall monk quietly.

This person never thought that he would be stared at by a four or five-year-old child.

Xiao Yan and Zhu Yi looked at each other, and Zhu Yi said softly: "Is that Shi Tianyi's grandfather's house?" Xiao Yan nodded solemnly.

Zhu Yi turned back and looked at the tall monk: "Those who help the emperor commit cruelty should be killed directly."

The tall monk felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked at the little expressionless face, his courage suddenly disappeared.

But he was just following orders and didn't know why he was following the little one.

However, the three junior brothers, Xiao Bu Dian, reacted quickly. After knocking the tall monk unconscious, Xiao Yan said in a deep voice: "Could they recognize my junior brother?"

Zhu Yi nodded: "The possibility is very high, maybe it's not certain yet, so I only sent these two people to keep an eye on it, but I must have some suspicions."

The little one lowered his head: "I am the one who is dragging you down."

Xiao Yan waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "What are you talking about? We are all brothers in the same sect. How can this not be a drag?" He looked at the black iron giant sword on the ground and scratched his head in distress:

"When it comes to dragging me down, it's me who drags you down."

"Is there any way to carry this thing away, speed it up, and leave no traces?" Xiao Yan frowned: "All the belongings of the three of us have been smashed on this thing. It would be a pity to throw it away."

When Zhu Yi and the little boy heard this, they both had sad faces.


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