"Let's go." Yang Xiaobao took Su Guihua and left the ruined temple, and the two of them rushed towards the village.
As the two of them were walking, Yang Xiaobao suddenly stopped. He frowned and said, "Oops, I forgot to leave a flare for the village chief."
Although Yang Xiaobao has practiced the "Wind Control Technique" and is extremely fast, he cannot use the Wind Control Technique for a long time after all. There is not much true energy left in his body, and it cannot support him to use the Wind Control Technique with all his strength. Otherwise,
His body won't be able to bear it either.
Yang Xiaobao took out the jade pendant in his arms and crushed it into pieces. The jade pendant shattered and turned into powder and scattered on the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Seeing Yang Xiaobao's actions, Su Guihua was full of doubts.
"Hey, I sent a distress signal to my grandfather. As long as my grandfather sees this jade pendant, he will definitely rush here immediately." Yang Xiaobao scratched his head honestly and said: "Besides, didn't I promise you?
I will definitely protect you, but I can't break my promise."
Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Su Guihua's heart beat faster and her eyes became moist.
"Sister Guihua, no, let's leave quickly. I think someone will come here soon." Yang Xiaobao took Su Guihua's hand and said.
Yang Xiaobao pulled Su Guihua and ran forward. Su Guihua's heart was beating loudly and her cheeks were as red as a ripe apple.
The two ran for half an hour, and Yang Xiaobao stopped. He pointed to a mountain peak not far away and said, "Let's go up the tree!"
"Up the tree?" Su Guihua asked doubtfully.
"Of course!" After Yang Xiaobao finished speaking, he pulled Su Guihua up the tree, and then he ran the "Wind Control Technique", kicked his legs on the branches, and swooped far away, and then landed steadily on the other side.
On the branch of a tree.
Yang Xiaobao sat on the fork of the tree and turned to look at Su Guihua, who was standing there dumbfounded. He stretched out his hand and said, "Sister Guihua, come up."
Su Guihua took a deep breath, slowly raised her legs and stepped on the branch, and then moved up step by step.
"This tree is really strong!" Yang Xiaobao chuckled.
Su Guihua's pretty face turned red, she lowered her head and ignored Yang Xiaobao.
When Yang Xiaobao saw this, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Sister Guihua, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Su Guihua whispered.
Yang Xiaobao deliberately pretended to cough and said, "Sister Guihua, you won't blame me this time."
"Yeah." Su Guihua responded in a low voice.
When Yang Xiaobao saw Su Guihua's shy look, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stared at Su Guihua's fiery gaze for a long time.
"Hey, why are you staring at me like this?" Su Guihua raised her head and asked.
Yang Xiaobao opened his mouth and was about to speak. Suddenly, an angry shout rang through the night
"Thieves, please leave. Kill my son and accept your fate!"
Along with the sound of angry shouts, a powerful aura came overwhelmingly. Yang Xiaobao quickly looked away. He looked ahead and saw an old man standing not far away, three or four feet away. His cloudy eyes shot out.
With a sharp light, he stared at Yang Xiaobao, wishing he could cut Yang Xiaobao into pieces with a thousand knives.
"Dad!" After seeing the old man, the man in green shirt who was lying on the ground groaning suddenly became excited. He rolled up to the old man and shouted.
"Son, how are you? Does it hurt?" The old man saw that his son was seriously injured, and his heart was pounding. He squatted down, held his son in his arms, and said with great heartache.
"Dad, the child's unfilial piety has let you down!" The man in green shirt cried. He didn't expect that he was actually defeated and almost died. If this incident spreads, he will never have the face to hang around in the royal city in the future.
Ah, so his heart is filled with strong hatred.
"Who on earth are you!" the man in blue shirt yelled angrily.
"My name is Yang Xiaobao, and Sister Guihua's name is Su Guihua." Yang Xiaobao said, "We are just ordinary people. My grandfather's name is Yang Tianlin."
After Yang Xiaobao finished speaking, he looked at the old man quietly.
"Hmph, you killed my son and destroyed my grandson. Today I swear to take the lives of dogs like you!" The man in green shirt stared at Yang Xiaobao sinisterly, and he exuded a terrifying aura.
Feeling this aura, Yang Xiaobao's face darkened. This aura was stronger than the previous aura of the man in black. Obviously, the man in green shirt had a higher level of cultivation than the man in black.
"Second uncle, kill him to avenge my brother!" The young man lying in a pool of blood screamed angrily.
"Shut up!" The old man glared at his son, then he stared at Yang Xiaobao and said: "If you kill my son and my grandson, I will never spare you, so you should die!"
Yang Xiaobao knew that the old man's cultivation was in the realm of martial arts, and that his strength was enough to crush him. Even if he had the "Wind Control Technique", he would probably not be his opponent. However, he did not back down, but instead had a strong fighting spirit. He took something from his waist
He took out the simple wooden sign and shouted: "Wind Control Technique!"
In an instant, a gust of wind swept across, and Yang Xiaobao flew up and rushed towards the old man!
"Wind Control Technique?" The old man looked slightly confused.