When the bandit cultivators rushed to the martial arts field and surrounded Wang Xuan, they were in the backyard of Heimang Village and inside the dungeon.
"Haha, did you hear that? Your husband is really here."
A fat woman in a pink skirt and heavy makeup said jokingly to the prisoner.
I saw a beautiful figure in a blue dress sitting on the straw mat in the cell, with a youthful figure and a slender figure.
"You're still on a hunger strike? Maybe Wang Xuan can really save you."
The fat woman in the pink skirt covered her mouth with her hands and smiled. Such an action might look good on other women, but what she did was so shocking that it was hard to look at her and flatter her.
"Little bitch, do you hear me talking to you? Yes, how could he save you from hundreds of bandit cultivators?"
"Haha, when he dies, I will auction you off. The pure and beautiful wife still has the red pill, and you will be sold for a big price!"
The eyes of the fat woman in pink skirt turned cold.
This kind of top quality, even though it has no martial arts, will become a plaything that many martial arts masters compete to bid for.
The beautiful figure in the dark prison slowly raised her head, her eyes looking at the woman with pity: "He will kill everyone here. You have time to escape now, or pray that your death will not be too painful."
Mu Qingyue said, a warm smile appeared on her beautiful pale face, Wang Xuan did not die in the cruel place, he once again fulfilled his promise.
Since the boy woke up two months ago, he has never made a mistake again. Just like the boy in white in the forest four years ago, he was so reliable and gave her a sense of security.
That day, she encountered a black wolf while picking flowers. The boy in white appeared in time, stood in front of her, and fought with the black wolf.
Mu Qingyue will never forget the figure of the boy at that moment. Although he was younger than her, he was so personable and reliable.
This is also the reason why during the Mu family's marriage, she chose not to marry a boy from the Wang family among the many wealthy and talented people!
"Hmph, it's really ridiculous. You trust him ignorantly. Thousands of martial arts cultivators can drown him with their spit!" The fat woman in pink skirt curled her lips and disdained the sarcasm.
Mu Qingyue looked calm, but how could she not be nervous in her heart.
"Wang Xuan, don't take risks for me anymore, leave quickly!"
Mu Qingyue prayed secretly.
Suddenly, Mu Qingyue was slightly startled, with a look of surprise in her pure and bright eyes.
Next to the fat woman in pink skirt, an old man with short red hair appeared at some point. He was grinning and looking lewdly into the cell with his yellow teeth exposed.
Before the fat woman in pink skirt realized that there was another person beside her, she was slapped on the back of the head by the wretched old man and fainted.
"This boy Wang Xuan gave this to you." A jade bracelet was thrown into the prison by the old man and landed in front of Mu Qingyue's jade-footed cloth shoes.
Mu Qingyue frowned: "Senior, who are you?"
The red-haired old man hehe: "I am Nangong Yanji's father"
Mu Qingyue was a little hesitant. Nangong Yanji was very beautiful and looked nothing like her, but thinking about her unpredictable martial arts, she wouldn't lie to herself.
Maybe it was his adopted daughter, or maybe his wife was carrying him behind her back... Mu Qingyue couldn't think about it anymore, so she gave the old man a sympathetic look and picked up the bracelet.
"Senior, why don't you just rescue me?" Mu Qingyue asked.
Nangong Yan laughed and was a little confused by the girl's look just now: "I have no obligation. Your husband is not enough for me to fight with the Bai family. Peace is the most important thing, don't you think Bai Shan?"
An old man in gray robe walked into the dungeon entrance.
"Then why are you still participating in the peace?" The old man in gray robe had a stern face.
He is the fifth elder of the Bai family, and this time he supervised the death of the outstanding disciple Bai Feng.
"My daughter has a contract with that boy, so I have to come and treat you to a drink. Anyway, with his cultivation level, he can't leave the bandit village alive, and he will be wiped out by Kong Luo." Nangong Yan spread his hands.
The old man in gray robe snorted and scolded with a smile: "Your Nangong family really buys and sells everything. Let's go. This time, you, an old boy, will make money again."
When Nangong Yan heard this, his eyes flashed with satisfaction.
The two old men immediately walked out of the dungeon, released the white cranes, and headed towards the nearest city restaurant.
...
In the martial arts field, Wang Xuanxing's pupils turned, and in his clairvoyance, he saw the two old men sitting on the white crane flying away after talking and laughing.
"Oh, old guy, don't regret it in the future."
Wang Xuan looked back and saw that the entire martial arts field had been completely surrounded. There were three floors inside and three floors outside. There were about 700 people in the Soul Condensing Realm, less than 300 in the Xuanyuan Realm, and the nine secret treasures were all below the third level.
The bandit cultivators who surrounded the front left a path, and a young man wearing a silver mask was walking proudly. The bandit cultivators on both sides of the path lowered their heads, and they did not dare to raise their heads until the silver-masked young man passed by.
Wang Xuan touched his chin and asked with a smile: "Kong Luo?"
The ostentation is quite big.
The silver-faced young man folded his arms and stood in front of the gangsters. The eyes in the mask looked at the young man's pupil-like martial spirit: "What are your last words?"
Just say four words.
In his eyes, this Wang Xuan was already a dead body.
Wang Xuan took out his long sword. He was so arrogant as a genius. With his eyesight, he could see through the face of the young man in the mask.
He is twenty-four or five years old, with fair skin, and an expression on his face that says I am a genius and everyone else is a loser.
Wang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of danger: "If you dare to touch my reverse scales, you know the consequences."
The silver-faced young man raised his eyebrows: "More arrogant than me, you ignorant guy. Arrogance requires capital. You Xuanyuan realm garbage are not worthy of my help. Xiaoshi."
"yes!"
Immediately, a middle-aged bandit cultivator in his fifties bowed his head and said yes, and then walked into the martial arts field with a cold expression. His aura increased with every step, and finally reached the middle stage of the second level of the secret treasure.
"The master of Kongluo Village has unparalleled martial arts. His longevity will last for generations to come!"
"The fourth master, under the leadership of the village master, will kill this son!"
The surrounding bandits raised their arms and shouted.
"..." Wang Xuan couldn't help but be speechless.
"Junior, remember that the person who killed you is called Shi Li!"
When the fourth master of Heimang Village finished speaking, a black war gun spirit appeared beside him and was held in his hand.
"Senhai one shot!"
In the midst of the shock, Shi Li's second level of secret cultivation surged, he displayed his martial soul skill and shot out.
Suddenly, gun shadows flashed out one after another, stabbing towards Wang Xuan with thunderbolts. Countless gun shadows covered Wang Xuan overwhelmingly. At this moment, Wang Xuan was completely covered by dense gun shadows. Looking from all around, he could not even see See Wang Xuan's people again.
"Ignorant junior, the gap in realm is irreparable. Killing you is like killing a chicken."
Martial spirits come in all kinds of shapes, with different grades, and corresponding martial soul skills also have strengths and weaknesses. Shi Li only practices his own martial soul skills!
However, just as Shi Li sneered, a bright sword light suddenly appeared, and the dense gun shadows were torn apart. The dazzling sword light, the sword power that destroyed everything, was devastating...
