Perhaps when he saw Wang Yu, Jiuhuo was alert and let go of a lot without realizing it, so he did not notice the surrounding environment and was recognized.

He is only in the early stage of foundation building, and among the three monks in front of him, the worst cultivation level is in the middle stage of foundation building.

There is no need to say anything anymore. At the moment when I was stopped, Jiuhuo knew that he could not escape.

After taking a sip of wine, he smiled bitterly.

I may really die this time. I don’t know if the master will be sad, maybe not?

With the younger junior brother here, Xiaolianhua Peak is not considered a severance of inheritance. I am just an irrelevant person and have been since the beginning.

"master……"

Jiuhuo's mind saw the first time seeing Qinglian appeared in his mind, gloomy and cold.

At that time, he was very afraid of this and the person who took him on the path of cultivation was only to know how painful Qinglian was in her heart after contacting her for a long time.

But Jiuhuo can't do anything, especially when it is detected that he has extremely poor talent, all his thoughts become inferior.

However, it doesn't matter now.

"Boy, where is that woman? Take us to find him and you can spare your life."

The old man with the highest cultivation level among the three said coldly: "You'd better be obedient, otherwise it's hard to even die later."

Jiuhuo took a sip of wine, laughed softly, then circulated the spiritual power in his body and rushed towards the other party.

The old man smiled disdainfully, "Overbial ability!"

...

Qinglian woke up from entering into meditation, an unknown premonition lingered in her heart, and she shouted, "Wine fire!?"

But the familiar voices of the past did not appear, and the house was silent.

Did he go to buy wine?

Qinglian pushed open the door and was about to go out to take a look, but suddenly felt a familiar wave of magic power.

That is the special frequency that will only occur when the trump card of Jiuhuo moves.

Something happened to him?

Qinglian thought of the previous whim and rushed directly to the place where the movement came. She had only one thought in her mind that she must save this apprentice.

On the other side, everyone who was waiting in the restaurant also noticed it.

"Someone dares to fight in the city?"

Zou Jian gloated and said, "Don't he know the rules?"

Wang Yu's heart moved. Could it be that Qinglian and others were discovered?

As soon as this thought appeared, he could no longer stay. He walked directly to Sikongxue and whispered: "Fairy, I have something urgent to deal with, so I will say goodbye first."

After saying that, he ignored the surprised gazes of the few people on the table and walked straight down the stairs.

Zou Jian looked at his back, his eyes flashed, and he walked towards Liu Baobao for some reason.

...

Wang Yu and Qing Lian rushed to the place where Jiuhuo was almost at the same time.

However, the scene in front of them made their hearts sank at the same time.

I saw an old man with a crane head holding a ball, and there was a little man wailing in pain.

Under his feet was the corpse of Jiuhuo's breath.

Qinglian screamed in pain, then suddenly waved her palm and slapped at the three of them. The extremely terrifying spiritual energy turned into a handprint in the air and smashed it down fiercely.

The old man reacted first and directly activated the body protection magic weapon to form a light curtain above his head. The other two were not idle, and each used their own means to block the attack.

boom!

With the loud noise, the light curtain shattered, and Qinglian was finally injured. Her strength was greatly reduced. At this time, she forced her magic power and sprayed it out with a mouthful of blood.

On the other hand, although the three men were a little embarrassed, they finally resisted the attack.

"I'm really looking for you everywhere. I'm still looking for you, but I didn't expect that I'll come to my door and I'll take the lead."

The old man smiled grimly and was about to crush the soul-refining bead in his hand. Suddenly, a sword energy soared into the sky and slashed at them.

This sudden change surprised the three of them. It was too late to resist, so they could only avoid it in a mess.

The middle-stage cultivator with the lowest cultivation level could not dodge and was affected by the sword energy. The robes on his body were instantly broken, and then turned into a bloody man, lying on the ground without knowing his life and death.

The old man and another monk stared at Wang Yu and became alert.

"Who are you? You dare to interfere in the Confucian school!"

"Case handling?"

Wang Yu looked at the dying villain in the Soul Refining Bead, and his face became cold.

"That's right, these two people are wanted criminals. After being caught, you can get the Breaking Pill from the Confucian Sect. Let's come first, but if you want to get a share of the pie, it's not impossible."

The old man felt that Wang Yu was very strong, so he was unwilling to continue fighting, so he gave in a little.

"Get a piece of the piece? I want you to die!"

Wang Yu directly exploded his full strength, and the cold-slide sword in his hand roared softly, like a dragon, and the sword light was like lightning.

In just less than a breath, he swung thirty-six swords in a row, each of which carried terrifying sword energy.

The old man and his accomplices had not even thought about it, but they were already cut into pieces.

The soul refining bead fell to the ground, Wang Yu picked it up and sent it to Qinglian.

"Master, I feel sorry for you."

Click...

When a crisp sound came, Wang Yu turned his head suddenly and saw Zou Jian looking here with a pale face.

Seeing this guy, he showed a sneer on his face, "I wanted to keep you for a few more days, but unfortunately, God can't stand it if someone dies."

"Wait, what do you want to do!?"

Zou Jian retreated in a hurry, then gritted his teeth, then exploded his spiritual energy, endured the swelling and pain of his meridians, and ran wildly towards the distance.

Wang Yu naturally couldn't let him run away. He just flashed his body and came to him, swept his sword and cut off Zou Jian's head.

She threw the body into the storage bag casually, and Wang Yu returned to Qinglian. She stared at the body blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

"Master, let's leave quickly, otherwise it will be difficult for the servants to come."

"Your senior brother has been working very hard and wants to prove it to me. Unfortunately, he has poor talent and has been practicing for so many years, but he has just built a foundation."

Qinglian picked up Jiuhuo's body, took the soul refining bead handed over by Wang Yu, and whispered: "Don't I impose my hatred on you?"

"Hate means hatred. In my hometown, the ninth generation of hatred can still be restored. As the descendants of Xiaolianhua Peak, we should inherit everything from you."

Wang Yu said word by word: "Leave the next thing to me, master, wait for my good news."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

"etc."

Qinglian called him.

Wang Yu turned around and said, "We don't have much time, so we have to leave quickly. Otherwise, when we are dragged down by the city guards and let the people from the Confucian Sect come over, the plan will not continue."

"Can you hug me?"

Qinglian didn't care about these things and said directly: "Just let it go."

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then took two steps forward, hugged her in his arms, stroked Qinglian's head and said, "You have suffered all these years."

Words similar to that person rang in his ears, and Qinglian burst into tears.
Chapter completed!