A piece of flute music is like the sound of nature.
She stood on a small mountain peak not far away, and slowly lowered the jade flute in her hand, and the sound of the flute stopped.
Dressed in white like snow, he is full of fairy spirit.
This scene made many people no longer dare to act rashly.
"Young Master, you are a saint from the Snow Clan." Xu Hu couldn't help but say.
"Haha." Xiao Yuan was happy. He had already withdrawn from the crowd and was watching the show. "Isn't she a stranger to the world? Why is she here? It's interesting."
Just as he said this, another green shadow swayed. It was not the crowd inside the venue, but jumped from outside, over everyone's heads, and touched one person's head with his toes. With the help of the force, he moved very fast, straight towards the cliff. And go.
It's a long story, but it actually only happened in a split second.
When the person whose head was nodded looked up, the green shadow had already passed by. Several people jumped up, borrowed strength from everywhere, snaked up, and reached the flame grass with one hand.
ah! ? People reacted and were shocked.
"The Flame Grass was robbed!"
"Quick! Stop him!"
There was chaos in the arena again, and dozens or hundreds of martial arts people raised their weapons one after another.
Mu Lianying was still standing on the small mountain peak, unmoved.
Tyrant Sword Yang Wei was the first to step forward with his sword, trying to intercept Qingying: "This flame grass is mine!"
"Hahahaha!" A hearty laugh came, "The treasures of heaven and earth have no owner. Anyone who has the opportunity can get it. What Yang Daxia said is too ridiculous."
As soon as he finished speaking, the green shadow floated to the ground and stood not far away from Yang Wei. He looked at the flame grass in his hand and said with great interest: "It looks good. I heard it can cure hundreds of poisons, but I don't know if it can really help." Increase your power."
Yang Wei was in a hurry, pointed at the knife and said angrily: "Ye Qingyan! If you want to get the flame grass today, it depends on whether you have the ability to get out of here!"
"It seems that Brother Yang is going to give me some advice. It just so happens that Ye has been itching lately." Ye Qingyan said with a smile.
There are more and more masters.
One is a top representative of swordsmanship, and the other is a great swordsman of a generation. When the two confront each other, a large group of martial arts people behind them also began to hesitate and did not dare to act rashly.
Du Yanshan of the Nanhua Sword Sect rolled his eyes and began to talk to people in a low voice: "These two are extremely skilled. Anyone who goes now is seeking death. It would be better to wait until both of them lose..."
Hearing this, the people on the left and right looked at each other one after another, and then began to retreat slowly in unison.
The white shadow shook, and Mu Lianying fell into the field, holding a jade flute and standing behind Ye Qingyan.
This situation caused Ye Qingyan, who was about to attack Yang Wei, to stop immediately, turn to one side, and start to look back and forth.
In front of him was Yang Wei, and behind him was Mu Lianying.
These three people are among the top masters in the entire world of martial arts.
One on one, it's hard to say who is more capable, but if two on one, Ye Qingyan will definitely lose.
He himself knew this very well. He looked at Mu Lianying and said, "Haha, the girl has never cared about worldly affairs. Do you want to get a share of the pie?"
"I have no intention of antagonizing Master Ye. If possible, I would like to take two red leaves." Mu Lianying got straight to the point and asked for the leaves of the flame grass.
Hearing this, Ye Qingyan immediately said: "That's just right. Girl, you can form an alliance with me. You and I join forces. No one here can stop us. After leaving here, you take the leaves and I take the fruit. Everyone gets what they need. Isn't that right? Beautiful.”
"Girl, don't listen to his nonsense, he is using you. If you and I join forces, I am willing to separate the red leaves immediately!" Yang Wei immediately shouted, how could he watch the two of them form an alliance.
Mu Lianying was silent, not moving or speaking.
Ye Qingyan's mind was spinning. After a pause, he quickly picked off the only red fruit, and then threw the entire flame grass directly towards Mu Lianying.
The latter raised his hand to catch it.
Ye Qingyan took the small red fruit, showed it to Yang Wei, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, if you want to fight for it, just come."
As he spoke, Qingying moved and moved away, and Mu Lianying naturally did not stop him.
"Stop leaving!" Yang Wei shouted, following closely behind.
With one strike and one blow, the two top masters jumped away in the blink of an eye. When people reacted, only Mu Lianying was left in the field.
Immediately afterwards, everyone gathered around him in unison, all staring at the flame grass, and hearing the sound of swords being unsheathed.
"Girl, you can leave if you want, but leave the flame grass behind."
Someone said sadly.
Mu Lianying looked around for a week, but still didn't speak.
After a moment of confrontation, several people on the left moved together, shouted loudly, and drew out their weapons.
Perhaps she didn't want to stay for a long time. Under the white shadow, Mu Lianying avoided the sword, but as soon as her figure was still, someone rushed from behind, raising a palm to hit her in the heart.
As a last resort, Mu Lianying could only turn to one side, raised her right hand, and slapped him forcefully.
Her inner energy surged, and her body swayed slightly, while the man was knocked back more than ten steps by the palm before he could stand still. His internal organs tumbled, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But after the blood spilled, he wiped the corner of his mouth and said with a sinister sneer: "Girl's martial arts are indeed unparalleled in the world, but you don't know that people's hearts are sinister. Look at your palms, hum."
When Mu Lianying heard this, her face changed slightly. When she raised her hand, she saw black in the palm of her hand.
Obviously, the man had used poison because he wanted to deal with this palm even if he was injured.
She frowned slightly.
Xiao Yuan and others who were watching the show felt nervous.
"Despicable villain!" Yang Zhaodun was indignant.
Xiao Yuan said worriedly: "No, she has become the target of public criticism. Go and help her quickly."
"Yes!" Yang Zhao and Xu Hu couldn't hold it any longer, and immediately accepted the order after hearing this.
Just when everyone launched a siege on Mu Lianying again, a strong wind hit behind him, Yang Zhaoli's sword was unsheathed, blood mist sprayed in the lightning and stone fire, and miserable howls could be heard.
He is the commander of the Tsing Yi Guards. He has so much blood on his hands, how can he be merciful!
Under the sword's edge, several people were killed in a row, and the crowd also reacted, being shocked and dispersed instantly.
The same is true for Xu Hu.
He is a general of a country, and his kung fu is different from that of others in the world, and he can sweep thousands of armies. However, this kind of power is not something that ordinary masters can withstand. Even someone like Ye Qingyan has to avoid the edge for a while.
The power of a tiger general intimidates the entire audience.
"Ah!? They are disciples of the Wuming Sect!"
"They also want to grab the flame grass!"
Someone yelled, and until now, they thought Xiao Yuan's nonsense was true.
After Yang Zhao dispersed the crowd, he also directly targeted the poisonous man.
He didn't see any movement. He just shook his shoulders and the figure had arrived. The sharp sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake. At the same time, he said in a cold voice: "Shameless villain, why should I keep you!"
The man's eyes were frightened and he hurriedly dodged, but he was still half a beat too slow.
The brawl resumed, but Mu Lianying was left alone.
Xiao Yuan quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "Quickly go."
