"It turns out her name is Han Wenjing!"
Mu Haotian thought secretly,
"But I don't know why this person came to seek bad luck for her. Could it be that... her injury is related to this?"
The helpless look of the masked girl escaping in a hurry and bending to hug her knees flashed before my eyes, and my heart ached with regret and anxiety.
At this time, another person outside the door said:
"Senior Brother, this 'Cang Yue Fairy' is the saint of the Moon God Palace and has successfully established the foundation. Although she is abandoned by the sect and is seriously injured, we must not be careless! We still need to go all out to save her. Just take it and collect the reward."
It was hoarse and unpleasant, but it was a woman's voice.
Hearing this, Mu Haotian's heart suddenly shook:
"Moon God Palace? Then she is a monk from the 'Moon God State'!"
This is a remote area where Mu Haotian's master used to encourage his disciples to practice. It is also a sacred place in the heart of young Mu Haotian.
Yueshenzhou is located in the northwest of Cangzhou, isolated in the north of Kyushu, and its mystery is second only to Youzhou in southern Xinjiang.
It is rumored that monks born in Moon God State are particularly good at eccentric and weird Taoist arts. Most of them are sinister and have an unbearable image.
Mu Haotian has never left Cangzhou in his life, and has almost never seen outsiders.
He searched for the few information related to Moon God State in his mind, looked at Han Wenjing, and thought:
"Unexpectedly, this 'Cang Yue Fairy' actually looks like a fairy in the sky... But she came all the way across the country, what's the reason?"
The territory of Kyushu is vast and boundless. Even if the Taoist monks with great supernatural powers and their all-out weapons control skills want to cross the state, it will not happen overnight.
Not to mention, when passing through various ancient ruins, dangerous mountains and caves, as well as the sects and caves of major aristocratic families, one must take detours. The already long and far journey is often more than twice as long.
"She must have gone through a lot of hardships when she came so far across the country. It was probably to avoid her enemies...but I misunderstood her and made her injuries worse..."
Just as he was feeling very annoyed, two black figures suddenly passed over his head, standing not far in front of him with their backs turned, each holding a long knife, and their upper bodies moved slightly, as if they were looking around.
Mu Hao angelically rolled his eyes, wanting to see the two of them.
Suddenly, the woman among them turned around without looking at him. Yue Mo just thought the "corpse" was in the way, so she kicked him in the abdomen and kicked him to the door.
Mu Haotian's throat felt sweet, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, but he was "tied by silk" and couldn't even make a sound of pain. His body scraped the ground and was thrown upside down. The back of his head and tailbone hit the doorposts on both sides, making two muffled "dong-dong" sounds.
The pain in his head, tail, and abdomen was excruciating, and his eyes were twitching with stars. What he was thinking about was that this person would cause internal injuries by kicking him casually. His actions were so ruthless and domineering, and his martial arts skills were extremely high...
Suddenly he secretly exclaimed:
"She knocked me down to save me?"
With this thought, I felt even more embarrassed and worried about Han Wenjing.
After the woman kicked her, she vaguely sensed something was wrong. She wanted to turn her head to look, but she heard Han Wenjing say coldly:
"Both male and female hunt? Are you two really desperate?"
Mu Haotian's heart was moved when he heard this. This nickname was quite famous among hundreds of miles around, so he had heard it before.
"Male and Female Hunting" were originally brothers and sisters from the same sect. After an accident happened in their sect, their disciples wandered around the world. The two got married, practiced hard, and both advanced to the innate realm.
From then on, he called himself a hunter and specialized in offering rewards for his capture.
But if the target person is willing to pay double the price, the two people will turn against each other, disregarding morality and justice, and are deeply despised by decent people.
Although Shuang Lie is an innate master of the martial arts sect, generally speaking, he does not dare to provoke Taoist monks.
Mu Haotian was secretly wondering when he suddenly saw the two hunters in front of him taking another step closer to Han Wenjing. Only then did he realize that although the "female hunter" kicked him badly, it straightened his body and could see Get the masked girl.
I saw her sitting on the ground, holding magic formulas in her hands, her white clothes in the moonlight fluttering in the wind, and her temperament as beautiful as a fairy. It seems that just a casual glance is enough to make people's minds clear and clear.
But at this moment, the hoarse and ear-piercing voice of the "Hunter" sounded again, breaking this artistic conception:
"Stinky girl! Why are you covering your face with a fig leaf when you have nothing to do? Do you think a man who stole something in the wild has no face to see others?"
After speaking, he deliberately turned his head and looked around.
Mu Haotian noticed her eyes glancing over and hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
I heard the female hunter quack and laugh twice, and then said:
"Hoho? You even killed the handsome boy after you were so happy. Thank you for being able to do it. You are so cruel and ruthless. You are worthy of being a slut who changed his mind and ruined his marriage and betrayed his master."
"It's not easy for you two to reach the late stage of Xiantian cultivation, so why are you anxious to seek death?"
Han Wenjing's tone was indifferent, and her voice was like broken jade.
The female hunter heard this and became furious:
"Little bitch! Stop bluffing! Xishan old ghost has revealed all your details to us. You can be bound and go back with us, and you will suffer less. Otherwise, hum..."
After Han Wenjing finally escaped the pursuit of her master, she was attacked by a surprise attack and was even more injured. It was thanks to this old ghost from Xishan that she immediately said in a cold voice:
"Old ghost Xishan, is he not dead yet?"
The two hunters looked at each other, quietly took a small step forward, and then laughed maliciously.
Naxiong hunter joked:
"Fairy Meng is worried. The old ghost is very fierce. Now it's like he's been beaten to death. He vowed to get ahead of everyone else, and he also said he would love the fairy well!"
The old ghost of Xishan was a notorious adulterer in the northern part of Cangzhou. He lived as a widow in a cave in Xishan and kept a daughter and a concubine for his sexual pleasure. He also often used the name of dual cultivators to collect supplements, causing harm to many women from good families. Even a female disciple of Mu Haotian's sect, Xuanwuji Mountain, suffered disaster.
Mu Haotian couldn't help but curse the beast in his heart, and secretly wondered who Han Wenjing had provoked to attract so many demons and monsters.
The male hunter's tone was very dirty, but Han Wenjing was not annoyed after hearing it, and said calmly:
"I heard that your rule is to only recognize the reward and not the person. So tell me who is offering the reward? And what is the price? I will pay double."
The male hunter hurriedly shook his hand and said cheerfully:
"Fairy, why should you ask questions knowingly! Why did your majestic Moon Palace Saint become betrayed and abandoned by everyone? That Second Young Master Long has such a respectable status as a heavenly being! Why don't you marry her?"
He asked twice, and Han Wenjing snorted twice.
The female hunter sneered:
"Little bitch! It's too late to regret it now. This time, the Long family wants to take someone by name! Even if you can offer a hundred times or a thousand times, huh... Looking at the entire Cangzhou, who dares to take it? "
Han Wenjing's body was smoky, and her expression was as indifferent as usual. She was not surprised in her heart. Instead, her doubts were eliminated, and she understood why she was attacked by another group of people.
Mu Haotian, who was behind him, was greatly shaken when he heard it, as if a deep sea and a Tianshan Mountain suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Jing Tao,
strange waves,
dangerous cliffs,
rocks,
Flashes alternately, rapid impact!
All because of the word "Long Family"!
The name of the Long family is like thunder in Cangzhou. It is the first-class cultivating family in the world. It is expert in Taoism, martial arts, and even heretics. It is famous and powerful in all directions, and the whole of Cangzhou responds to its call.
In the eyes of the disciples of these small sects, they are even more superior, and they have always only looked up to him.
Not to mention wanting to become an enemy, just knowing that Han Wenjing offended the Long family made Mu Haotian feel a sense of despair deep in his heart.
While the male hunter was talking, he and the female hunter sneaked a small step forward, and had already invaded within ten feet of each other. He suddenly became calm and shouted:
"Since the fairy is seriously injured and weak, please don't resist stubbornly!"
After saying that, they exchanged glances with the female hunter, and instantly connected with each other. They both raised their Qi, penetrated the long sword from their palms, burst out half a foot of Qi, and suddenly pulled out to attack.
Mu Haotian's heart rose sharply! Yelling is not good.
This male and female hunter has been famous for a long time and has always been cautious. Even though he knew that Han Wenjing was seriously injured, he was still very wary of her and kept approaching her quietly using words to test her.
Because of the difference between martial arts "refining one's own body" and cultivation "power to resist foreign objects", Taoist monks have a natural advantage when facing martial arts masters.
However, most powerful spells must be inspired by spells, seals, and magic artifacts, and the spell casting process can be blocked.
Therefore, generally speaking, when a monk fights a warrior, he will never allow his opponent to come within three feet of his body, otherwise he will be easily plotted and capsized.
With the cautiousness of the male and female hunters, they were forced into Han Wenjing's range of ten feet, and then they had no scruples and directly took action.
The male and female were hunting like tigers, and Mu Haotian's heart was in his throat, but Han Wenjing turned a blind eye and remained calm.
Seeing that the long knife was about to be placed on the girl's jade neck, the two hunters suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and a bone-chilling cold suddenly appeared under their feet!
Without thinking about it, the soles of his feet went straight into the "welling spring", his feet flew off the ground, and at the same time, he swung his sword and slashed down.
There is no distinction between male and female hunting martial arts, and their movements are uniform, and they instantly change into a posture of hanging upside down and slashing downwards.
The ground the two of them had stepped on suddenly exploded, with earth and rocks exploding in all directions. A blue moon blade danced fiercely, from bottom to top, striking and clashing with the twin hunting knives like stars.
The glare is dazzling and the sound is loud!
The already severely damaged thatched hut collapsed, sending gravel, sand, soil, grass and debris flying into the air.
Mu Haotian was half buried, his vision was blocked, he could only vaguely see the interlacing figures, and his ears were filled with "ding-ding-bang-bang-bang" sounds, sometimes like swords striking each other, sometimes like the explosion of gas and beating drums.
There were only three people fighting on the field, but it seemed like dozens of people were attacking at the same time. Mu Haotian didn't know who would have the upper hand, and he felt anxious.
Suddenly hearing two muffled groans, the two stumbled to the ground, took a step back to steady themselves, and stood up with their swords in hand.
The sky is full of thatch, floating and falling.
The male and female hunters were breathing heavily in front, and Mu Haotian lay on his side behind him, looking through the gaps in the weeds.
Han Wenjing was still wearing white clothes, sitting gracefully, with the Cang Yue Blade floating in front of her to protect her.
It seems that after a fierce battle between the male and female hunters, they failed to gain any benefits, and both suffered a hidden loss!
As soon as Mu Haotian felt a hint of joy in his heart, he heard the female hunter say hoarsely:
"Brother, she is at the end of her tether, let's take her down as soon as possible!"
Mu Haotian hurriedly gathered his eyes to look again, and saw that Han Wenjing's figure was trembling slightly, the floating moon blade suddenly fell to the ground, and a wisp of blood wetted the veil and dripped down.
The chest is white and the blood is flowing.
The bright colors bloomed in Mu Haotian's eyes, beautiful yet desolate, silently hurting his heart.
His heart suddenly beat unusually.
The restraining power of the spring silkworm collapsed instantly. Mu Haotian was so blessed that he slapped the ground and turned over.
Looking up, he was startled.
The front suddenly became a vast expanse of white, and the male and female hunters were hidden in the fog, motionless, and assumed an extremely weird posture——
——Take a step together, lean your upper body forward, wave one hand forward, and hold the knife in one hand and throw it back.
As if he was about to attack, he was suddenly stopped!
A closer look revealed that within a two-foot radius between Shuang Lie and Han Wenjing's position, misty white mist was billowing like a stream. Outside this range, it was clear and clear, as if the moonlight had been condensed into substance and gathered in a square inch.
Mu Haotian's martial arts and Taoism are ordinary, but his knowledge is really quite good. After a few glances, he can already identify that this is the "trapping magic" in the Taoist sect. It is one level higher than the "binding magic". It stands to reason that only famous monks can cast it freely.
Unexpectedly, Han Wenjing does not look very old, but her Taoist cultivation is already so high! Mu Haotian was sincerely impressed, but he didn't know that the client on the other side was secretly complaining.
The "Art of Confinement" consumes a lot of mana and energy, and is extremely difficult to control. It will not be used lightly except in critical moments.
The confinement effect of this "Moon Prison" is truly superior among such spells, so the conditions for casting the spell are even more stringent.
Even when Han Wenjing was at his peak, he was still quite reluctant to perform.
At this time, taking advantage of the strong moonlight, it was really a fluke to use it in a hurry. Moreover, the injuries in the body were aggravated, and there was no way to sustain it for a long time. It was absolutely impossible to distract the weapon and hurt the enemy.
After being in such a dilemma for a while, the "Moon Prison" was loosened.
The male and female hunters struggled to mobilize their innate energy to resist the power of the spell, and their bodies began to move slowly.
Mu Haotian kept his eyes fixed and immediately noticed something was wrong.
Seeing Shuang Lie's body full of zhenqi continuing to invade, and Han Wenjing's veil dripping with blood like broken pearls, I couldn't help but feel anxious!
