"mean!"
Ye He, who was seriously injured, retreated and cursed angrily at Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai.
"Ha, you know that your brain is not very good, but you still try to learn tricks from others, so what? You must be at a disadvantage."
Bai Zizai mocked proudly.
Ye He, however, had no time to argue with Bai Zizai.
Now that the situation has become clear, Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai are colluding with Shushan Hang to deceive themselves. If they continue to entangle, they may really risk their lives here. At the moment, he didn't care about his three classmates, turned around and ran towards the depths of the forest.
Hearing the sound of flying swords piercing the air behind him, Ye He shouted angrily while running.
"Bai, don't bully others too much. If you get angry, I will die with you."
"People can leave, but the beads stay."
Murong Canghai's cold voice and the sound of thunder breaking through the air came almost at the same time.
"The hypocrite has many pearls, why don't you go and snatch them from him?"
"Because you are easy to bully."
Ye He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of old blood.
Bullying!
What a bully!
It was also the reason why I was deceived by lard, and decided to form an alliance with Bai Wuchang, who could fall out faster than flipping through a book. If I had known better, it would be better to form an alliance with a hypocrite from the beginning.
But regretting it now is still useless. Even though he keeps exploding blood mist and his legs are almost swaying with smoke, he can't move faster than the flying sword and thunder. In desperation, he could only throw his hands and throw a bead back and roar.
"I only have one, and the other is in Duoduo's mouth. If you two continue to pester me, you will be a hypocrite in vain."
Bai Zizai took the bead in his hand, confirmed that it was genuine, took back the flying sword and smiled.
"Go slowly, don't send me away."
When the two turned around and rushed back, they found that even with the help of Wei Junxian, the three people from the Demon Palace still had the upper hand.
Wei Junxian seemed to have lost too much in the fight with Ye He just now, his face was pale, and he looked half-dead and weak.
"Niubi, what do you think?"
Bai Zizai did not join the battle group rashly, but pulled Murong Canghai and stood still at a distance.
"Let's take a look first."
Murong Canghai said lightly, his eyes scanning back and forth between Wei Junxian and the mysterious man in a burka.
The mysterious man in the burqa never showed his true face from beginning to end, and he never took action. I'm afraid it was not Wei Junxian's back-up plan.
Bai Zizai saw the young monk Liaofan sitting cross-legged and meditating outside the battle circle. His face was bloodless, and the luster of his undefeated golden body had receded. His coarse cloth monk's clothes were in tatters, exposing many wounds inside, so he waved to him shakingly. .
"Little monk, come here. Your brother Niubi has a healing elixir here."
Liao Fan smiled miserably when he heard this, spread his hands and said.
"The bead that transformed the mythical beast has been taken away by Donor Wei. Donor Bai should stop trying to trick the little monk."
"Young monk, what you said is so hurtful. We are all practitioners, and it is human nature to help each other. Is this because I am coveting your bullshit pearls?"
After Bai Zizai made a quibble, he stopped talking to the young monk and turned his attention to Wei Junxian again.
Ah~
Another Shushan disciple screamed and died at the hands of blood.
"Junior brother!"
Wei Junxian let out a cry of sorrow, and the imitation Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand pierced the eyebrows of the demon walking in the palace. Then the tip of the pen gently picked up, directly picking up most of the face of the Demon Palace Walker, and picked out a bead that was stuck to flesh and blood and flashed with electric light, and held it firmly in his hand.
Knowing that the situation was over, the remaining two demon palace walkers punched their chests with both fists, and sprayed large clouds of blood mist from their mouths to force Wei Junxian and Ouyang Liuyun back, and then took the opportunity to flee in panic.
Wei Junxian wanted to pursue him, but as soon as he took two steps, he stumbled and almost fell down. In the end, he could only watch the two figures of the Demon Palace walking away and roared unwillingly.
"I, Wei Junxian, swear that I will kill you two even if I chase you to the ends of the earth to avenge the tragic death of my junior brother."
"Okay, stop acting. Your fellow junior has passed away and I can't see your superb acting skills anymore. It's important to get down to business."
Bai Zizai stood far away and joked.
It wasn't until the two demon temples were gone that Bai Zizai took a deep breath, stood up and dusted off the dust on the hem of his clothes, and his expression returned to normal.
"Bai Wuchang, you misunderstood me. I really feel sad for the three junior brothers who were killed."
"Hey, leave this to the liars. Come on, come on, divide the spoils."
Bai Zizai looked around and after confirming that there was no one else around, he urged impatiently.
Nowadays, only Wei Junxian, Ouyang Liuyun, the mysterious man in burka and the young monk are left in Shushan.
The mysterious man in the burqa stood there as silently as a piece of wood. The young monk looked at the corpses of the three Shushan disciples lying on the ground, and then looked at Wei Junxian and Ouyang Liuyun, who seemed to be fine, and recalled in his mind Bai Zizai's teasing and sarcasm just now vaguely guessed the truth of the matter.
Dare to thank Donor Wei for killing three of his fellow disciples with the help of the Demon Palace, so how many more beads can he get?
Donors Bai and Murong clearly formed an alliance with the Demon Palace first, why did they turn against each other later?
It was divided and combined again and again, and the little monk was really confused and dizzy.
The master is right, the people outside are all evil, and there are no scum left who will be deceived if they are not careful.
But he was unlucky enough to fall into the hands of Donor Wei.
When he thought about what would happen to him next, the young monk's heart suddenly became extremely cold.
Now that he has obtained the twelve beads of the great avenue and has no effect on himself, will Donor Wei kill the donkey and silence the murderer?
After all, treasures touch people's hearts, and Wei Junxian can scheme against even his own sect members.
Not far away, the two sides stood more than ten feet apart, each taking out beads and placing them in his palms.
"According to what was discussed in the Danzhou ruins last year, the artifacts obtained are divided equally among the people. There are three of us here and two of you. There are a total of twelve beads. We only need seven at a loss, and I will give you five. . Hypocrite, just give me two more, and our deal will be considered completed. How about this, I’m so generous, hahaha."
Bai Zizai put his hands on his hips and smiled.
When the young monk heard this, he immediately realized that they had secretly colluded together last year.
The four people from the Demon Palace really did not lose unfairly.
"Three people? But including the Fencheng uncle."
Wei Junxian asked.
"That's natural. We are good brothers for life. Although the third brother is missing now, his share cannot be left behind."
Bai Zizai said matter-of-factly.
When the little monk Liao Fan heard this, he immediately grasped his vitality, climbed up with difficulty, raised his hands and said.
"It stands to reason that since the young monk came with Donor Wei, he should be counted as one."
Ouyang Liuyun pulled the mysterious man in a burka to his side and said in a deep voice.
"This person also counts as a share."
"So, there are four of us here, and you are three. We will suffer some losses. We only need seven, leaving you with five. What do you two think?"
Wei Junxian asked with a smile.
Crack! The hypocrite actually has this skill.
