About one hundred miles away from Lingzhou Camp, a team was running fast.

The leader, dressed in gorgeous clothes and well-dressed, was the Pingkang envoy responsible for pursuing Jun Miaomiao.

Close your eyes and silently sensed it, Jun Miaomiao's direction appeared more and more clearly in his mind.

He snorted coldly, looked ahead, and said coldly: "The Saint is not far ahead. Everyone should work harder and invite the Saint back to the mountain as soon as possible."

"yes!"

A neat response sounded behind him, making Pingkang feel relaxed.

Being surrounded, respected, and supported is the graceful taste of power.

Pingkang was used to this kind of taste and didn't want to give up this kind of taste. He even thought about how to win over Yiyang again after returning to the mountain and re-lay out.

A great man is not willing to live under someone else’s side!

He thought silently in his heart that the horse under his seat ran very fast and the sound of hooves was blew.

On the quiet and flat official road, three horses were walking slowly.

On both sides of the road, there are scattered soldiers, clothes, as well as rotten corpses and residual limbs.

Green-headed flies buzzed and flew around, and from time to time there were mice looking around, dragging their long tails to appear by the road.

There is almost no one around, and there are scorched earth and broken walls.

There seems to be a scent of decay and rotten smell in the air.

Suihe has not eaten snacks at times, so she really can't eat them and is in a mood.

She sat down depressedly, her figure was loose, and she let the horse follow her aunt and uncle on her own.

Yang Qing slowed down his horse, followed He Pingqi, and asked, "Suihe, do you want to eat something?"

Sui He looked up at Yang Qing, "I can't eat my uncle."

"You should eat or eat it." Yang Qing smiled and said, "You suddenly said that your brother Luo might have something to do, which made us travel day and night for a day, and then said that he is fine, is it really okay?"

Suihe nodded lazily.

Zou He looked at his beloved niece with satisfaction, "Don't worry, I've calculated it too, this child is correct."

Yang Qing nodded exaggeratedly, "I thought Suihe didn't eat snacks, so she was angry tormenting us."

Sui He, who was beside him, raised his fist speechlessly, "I'm sorry, hit you!"

Zou He laughed, and Sui He couldn't help but make a puff.

Yang Qing glanced behind him slightly and curled his lips.

The sound of hooves sounded, accompanied by a cold scolding came from behind Yang Qing and others, "Get out of the front!"

The leader in the team frowned slightly and did not speak.

It is the noble and noble Pingkang envoy.

The mood that was just now was interrupted again. Sui He turned around angrily, with a pretty face, "The road belongs to your family, so don't get out!"

Who hasn't gotten a little temper yet?

Yang Qing's eyes suddenly froze, and there were people in the team who came out, as if they were about to draw their swords toward each other.

He was about to take action, but a ripples appeared on the lake of heart. It was Zou He's voice, "Let her vent her a little. These people have low cultivation levels, so they just let her learn to fight. I'm here to protect her, and you stare at the leader."

Tianjishanren who practiced the secret technique of Tianji have one advantage. When the secret technique of Tianji has reached a certain level, they will automatically cover up their realm.

This is why Zou He said that Chile's masters were her defeated generals, and Chile would be skeptical about this.

He could not see through Zou He's realm, but he thought Zou He was a hermit master.

When big people do things, they like to think things as bad as possible, so that there will be fewer surprises.

Otherwise, the big guys are big guys. At this moment, these people couldn't see the realm of Yang Qing and others, but they thought they were all weak people who were slaughtering their necks.

The snow-white sword light lit up. Compared to the attack of true energy, this Muyeshanmen, a practitioner of the Ningyuan realm, prefers the pleasure of slashing the sword.

Unfortunately, it was chopped onto the iron plate.

Sui He frowned, pinched his right hand and pointed at the rider.

A red line appeared out of thin air, then flashed and disappeared into the opponent's body.

Raising the machete, the rider with a cruel smile raised the knife and was about to slash it, and with a bang it burst into a blood mist.

Only the horse under the seat was left to lighten his body and he stepped happily.

Everyone who was originally chatting and laughing was stunned. What kind of evil trick is this?

Zou He sighed silently and sent a voice to Sui He: "Don't just know how to use the secret techniques of heaven. You are also a practitioner of divine artistic conception. You must learn to use normal practitioner methods."

Suihe immediately understood my aunt's intention and sighed softly with a bitter face.

These gangs of Konohashanmen who rushed to Lingzhou saw a strange death among fellow disciples, and looked at the leader of the envoy Pingkang.

Ping Kang snorted softly, "Go a few more people and catch all three of the family for me. It's just a long journey, so you can enjoy it."

He subconsciously regarded Yang Qing and the others as a family of three. Although he could not see the depth of this little girl, as a great practitioner in the Wentian Realm, Pingkang had his own confidence and domineering habits.

Do you really think that the realm of harmony in this world cannot be able to walk all over the earth?

With this sentence, everyone behind him had a clear mind, and their less suitable eyes swayed on Zou He and Sui He's bodies.

Yang Qing glanced at Zou He, and his eyes seemed to be saying, that is, to Sui He, otherwise, based on my bad temper, hum.

Zou He smiled sweetly at him, and this smile ignited the flames in the hearts of everyone in Konohashan.

Zou He gently clamped his horse's belly and went up to meet him.

Under her intentional control, she always kept one or two people for Sui He.

Sui He was a little busy at the beginning and was in danger. He gradually began to find his state. He fought with the Muye Mountain Gate, who were mostly the lowest level of the Condensation Yuan Realm and the Divine Art Realm, making it very lively.

Pingkang gradually frowned, and a look of impatient flashed in his eyes.

He was about to take action to deal with these three people, and his true energy was just running a little, and a cold voice sounded in his heart.

"You will die if you move. Do you want to bet?"

Although Ping Kang was surprised, he would not be frightened so easily. He snorted coldly and released his spiritual sense.

I looked around and found no powerful aura.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

He cursed in his heart, gently turn his toes and sweep towards the lively battlefield over there.

As soon as he got up, he was forced back to his mount, and immediately beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down his cheeks.

Before his eyebrows, a crystal flying sword quietly floated.

He stiffened his neck, and only his horrified eyes were on the man in white who had always seemed to be hiding behind the woman. The man raised his eyebrows at him.

"You believe it now?"

The voice of the man in white sounded above the lake of heart again, as cold as before.

The flying sword between the eyebrows was suspended, and the cold sword energy exuded a cold sword intent.

At least a sword cultivator in the Wentian Realm!

Pingkang made his whole body stiff and he didn't dare to move any more.

Suihe gradually became familiar with the fighting style of a normal practitioner. The advantages of Tianjishan martial arts and the results of Zou He's careful teachings were slowly revealed. The attack gradually became fierce, and the defense became much more relaxed, knocking down the Muyeshanmen's men.

Several people who were still besieging Zou He saw that the situation was not good, but Pingkang was reluctant to take action.

When he turned his head, he saw that his Pingkang was forced to move by a flying sword.

These people were so scared that they were about to escape. Zou He snorted: "Come when you want to come, leave when you want to go, I don't want to be face-saving!"

He quietly mentioned his cultivation to the realm of Zhiming, trapped these Muye Mountain Gatemen, and kicked them to Suihe one by one.

Ping Kang watched these disciples being taken away by the little girl, but there was no grief or regret in his heart.

They are all servants, and they will die if they die. The key is that their lives will be saved.

When the last Konohashanmen was slapped by Zou He, there were only four people left in the field.

After experiencing an unprecedented war, Sui He slowly escaped from his excitement, and a feeling of fatigue from the depths of his soul suddenly surged up.

Zou He took her over and simply patted her vest quietly, saying softly: "Auntie is here, go to bed. When you wake up, you will see your brother Luo."

With the eyes of He He closed his eyelids, he fell asleep deeply.

Yang Qing looked at Pingkang's envoy, "Friend, please sign up for your home?"

He saw the riding posture and direction of these people, and he knew that this was the person from Beiyuan.

So I asked clearly, if it was Xiaozhen and Cui Zhi's subordinates, it would be inappropriate to kill him for no reason.

This is also Yang Qing’s transformation after being with Zou He. If he offended himself in the past, he should die, no matter who you are.

Otherwise, how could the white-clothed sword immortal come out with such a big name?
To be continued...