Ling Fuchen's hearts sank, "Second Sect Master, to be honest, we are going to make a decision for this person today."

Zhong Fushan also understands that Ling Fuchen and others are here to grab someone from him today, "The Hua Sect is a well-known and upright sect. We will catch this person first, and hope that the monks will not lose their demeanor."

"Second Sovereign, you are not a three-year-old child anymore. You should understand that walking the rivers and lakes, such a thing is unreasonable by virtue, it is all based on wrist and ability." Ling Fuchen said.

When Jin Busan and Ma Luyao heard it, their expressions were extremely ugly: "Frankie Whisk, we treat you with courtesy, how did you give us back? The upbringing of the Hua Sect is really eye-opening!"

After that, Zhong Fushan and Maluyao looked at each other.

Duanmu Yawang keenly felt the danger immediately, and the two of them had made up their minds to kill her now!

Ling Fuchen felt it too. Before Zhong Fushan and Ma Luyao could do their hands, they flicked the dust in their hands and flew towards the two of them quickly. With a clanging sound, the swords they had placed on Duanmu Yawang's neck were thrown away. open!

Maluyao and Zhong Fushan held swords together and took two steps back!

The female monk on one side saw that one leaped over, grabbing Duanmu Yawang's shoulders, and taking her away.

Duanmu Yawang sneered, and the silver needle whizzed out of her sleeve. The female monk didn't notice, her face was pierced by the flying silver needle, and she was forced to retreat again and again!

Zhong Pushan Maluyao, Brother Fuchen and two other monks joined the battle.

They didn’t want to do anything to each other. They just wanted to grab Duanmu Yawang, with one end Mu Yawang as the center. Both sides worked very hard. To prevent being caught, Duanmu Yawang waited for opportunities according to the situation and sometimes even moved. Help Zhong Fushan and Maluyao deal with the four monks.

For a time, the situation was chaotic.

Anyone may be killed at any time!

Almost everyone has color on their bodies.

The most serious of them is the female monk. She has been cut several times and is annoyed: "Boy, if you don't want to die, come over to us now!"

"Sister, don't be funny, is it good to go with you?"

The female monk's face sank: "We figured out a way to prevent you from dying."

"Why do you want to control my life?" Duan Muya raised her chin slightly, disdainfully said: "Who do you think you are?"

The female monk was angry: "Smelly boy, you don't want to be shameless, we are helping you now! Also, you are just a blue-eyed trash, but you have more luck than others, and you are so arrogant! I don’t know the so-called! Here, everyone, if you want to kill you, is as simple as pinching an ant!"

In fact, it wasn't just her, even Ling Fuchen and the other two monks were annoyed by Duanmu Yawang's actions. They decided that they didn't bother to care about his life, death, and injury, so let's catch her first!

Ever since, six people turned to attack her at the same time!

"careful!"

When the two children looked in the medical system, they were all taken aback.

Little Bailu complained: "Master, you are so good, why are you deliberately annoying that is a monk, they can let you worry about your life temporarily!"

"Do you think that if they join hands, I must be worried about my life?"

When Duanmu Yawang said that, the six weapons of the six people were all about to be cut on her body. Her eyes were chilled, and her palms turned, she was about to sprinkle her newly developed poisonous powder.

However, before she could move, a very clear and powerful spiritual pressure slammed from one side, and the six people who brought this weapon to her and killed them suddenly stopped all their movements!

Can't move anymore!

The most important thing is that the spiritual pressure is indeed very powerful, and it is only aimed at those few people, and several people can't resist it, and there are long and deep blood marks on the outer skin!

As soon as he smelled this breath, Duanmu Yawang's eyelids jumped twice, and he looked towards the door suddenly, and he saw a handsome and godlike man stepping in from the door. He was dressed in snow clothes, with silver hair and shiny water. Sliding with the wind. As if he had come with the stars, every step he took was precious and elegant, his body was spotless, and it was daunting!

"Ahhhh, Gong Yulan, why are you here!"

As soon as he saw the man, Duanmu Yawang cheered out of his head, and then immediately rushed towards Gong Yulan regardless, and hugged him firmly in one fell swoop.

If it's an ordinary person, it is estimated that she will fall down.

Gong Yulan didn't even stagger, and was still elegant and calm. After she jumped up, she supported her hips with one hand to prevent her from falling, and gently touched her hair with the other.

Realizing that the touch is not right, the extremely beautiful eyebrows frowned: "Ugly."

"Hahaha, it’s okay, you’ll be fine." Facing Gong Yulanzhi’s evaluation, Duanmu Yawang didn’t care at all. She hadn’t seen her for a long time. Now she is so happy, smiling secretly on Gong Yulanzhi’s side face. Touched with his lips.

It is rare for her to be so proactive, Gong Yulan's ears turned red: "You have become troublesome." When he went back, he wanted to tell her that in front of outsiders, she had to be a little bit behaved and a little bit restrained.

"But you are obviously very happy." She hung on him, obviously feeling his heart beating faster.

"Um."

Gong Yulanzhi has always been straightforward in this regard, touching her unmasked face with her beautiful fingertips, "I like it." He likes her to kiss him.

"Hahaha……"

Duanmu Yawang buried her head in Gong Yulan's neck and laughed.

Duanmu Yawang stuck her tongue out at Gong Yulan's arms, "Don't tell me, I really haven't seen it before you speak."

"Xiao Yawang, you hurt the Brahma Sutra."

The Brahma Sutra drooped his eyelids and his old face was wrinkled. He raised his hand to wipe tears with his sleeve, and Gong Yulan glanced coldly.

The Brahma Sutra suddenly stiffened, and he didn't dare to let go of his hand, so he silently withdrew from the door and hid in a corner.

Duanmu Yawang smiled knowingly, and the hand holding Gong Yulan's neck was loosened, and he patted his shoulder: "Let me down, I will deal with all these troublesome people."

It's been a long time since Gong Yulan pressed her lips and didn't let go.

"What's the matter?" Duanmu Ya looked straight over, leaned on his shoulder, and looked at him from top to bottom.

Gong Yulan glanced at a few people with bloodstains all over his body, and said a few words: "Don't worry about them."