Zhao Zhengli pressed the acupoints of the people who had taken the poison to suppress them, and then dragged the four of them away with all their strength.

At the end of the rainy night, a figure with a walking stick and a raincoat followed slowly and slowly. She was the old woman who was chasing after the survivors of the Nanzhao Kingdom.

Zhao Zhengli escaped with four people, but his speed was obviously hindered. Hu Hai broke away and said: "Taoist Master, you did not abandon us in times of crisis. I, Hu Hai, admire you and thank you for taking care of me along the way. You go first, Lao Hu Duan."

After saying that, Hu Hai forcibly unlocked the acupuncture points and showed his last smile to the four people with his sword. The rain poured down his whole body. It was unclear whether the rain was too cold or the poison had taken effect, making his lips and cheeks pale and weak.

Then Lao Yue also broke away: "Taoist Master, my Lao Yue trip was originally for the money, but after spending more than half a month with the Taoist priest, I realized that it is hard to buy a friend like the Taoist priest. Lao Yue has never been able to reach the level of a master in this life.

I have no hope, let alone seek revenge from the Grand Master. You and the two girls are still young and have the ability to cultivate higher. If you remember that there was a big man who picked his feet and walked with you, you can avenge me."

After saying that, he also forcibly opened the acupuncture points. His face, which was soaked by the rain, was as pale as paper. He held the stick and tried his best to smile.

Zhao Zhengli had no time to react to the sudden change, and the only thing left was the downpour, which hit several people on the stunned cheeks.

"Lao Yue, Lao Hu, come back quickly, you promised to find a bed warmer for me but you haven't done it yet!"

Zhao Zhengli roared and stepped forward, trying to grab the two of them, but they turned back with all their strength to meet the old woman who was chasing behind them.

Three black figures fought together in the dark night, swinging iron rods and broadswords in the heavy rain.

The strength of the two sides is greatly different. They are like mantises using their arms as chariots. They fly upside down before they get up. Blood is spilled on the rainy night. Then they get up again and swing their swords and sticks, shouting: "Quickly, let's go."

Zhao Zhengli's throat was so choked that it became hoarse, and he felt his eyes were extremely sore. He grabbed the two sisters who were in Lihua and Daiyu and ran away as fast as possible.

The two of them have experienced the tragedy of sectarian extermination, and now their companions are sacrificing themselves to delay time. No matter how strong their hearts are, they are still heartbroken, which deepens the seeds of hatred.

In the master state, he ran away with all his strength and almost flew close to the ground. Weeds, stone tops, and water were like frightened birds flying over.

However, the pursuer is in the realm of a grand master, a stage where he is almost in resonance with the Tao. His mind power can penetrate hundreds of feet, and his body shape can move according to his heart.

The seemingly careless pursuit was actually as fast as lightning. Zhao Zhengli and the two of them tried their best and could only barely reach her leisurely pursuit speed. If there was no burden, he might still be alive. If the old woman pursued with all her strength, she would almost be able to catch up.

Arriving in a blink of an eye.

The old woman chased behind and praised: "Tsk, tsk, at such a young age, he is already a middle-grade master or above. It is really rare. It seems that the Qingcheng sect has been hiding very deep these years!"

After nearly a quarter of an hour of trying to escape, the group of people were approaching Mount Emei. Zhao Zhengli threw the two sisters into the jungle at a corner: "I'll wait while you two hurry up to Mount Emei."

"Taoist priest, hold on."

The two women, whose tears had not yet been wiped away, knew that they could not help if they stayed, so they did not stop for a moment and ran towards the top of the mountain with all their strength to call for reinforcements.

Taoist Zhao, who lost all scruples, turned around and rushed towards the old woman, his eyes a little crazy: "Let me meet with the so-called great master for a while."
Chapter completed!