Some people in the world who had been working hard for a long time couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, damn, it's time to see the saint, and here she comes suddenly!
Once the Grandmaster intervenes, how will they stand a chance?
The plump woman sneered, "Elder Han, as a majestic master, you actually use silver darts for sneak attacks. Aren't you afraid of losing your status?"
It turns out that the old man in Tsing Yi’s surname is Han.
I heard Elder Han sneer and say: "You never pay attention to the method when killing people. As long as you can kill people, it is the best method."
Immediately there was a shout of praise from the crowd, "Elder Han is right, if you come to the Snowy Mountains, I, the white-bearded guest, will definitely have a drink with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wealthy middle-aged man jumped out of the crowd and landed firmly in front of the old woman's body.
His beard and hair were all white, and he seemed to be aging prematurely.
The man was none other than an elder-level expert from Daxue Mountain, a white-bearded man, and another master-level expert who was present.
The situation becomes complicated again.
Xiao Han stepped forward and saluted: "Uncle."
The white-bearded man nodded, and Xiao Han retreated. So far, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
When the Grandmaster comes, the situation can be left to the Grandmaster to control.
There is no need for him to interfere anymore.
The white-bearded man looked at the two of them with a smile and said: "We all know our purpose well, so it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible, so as not to attract other people and cause misfortune."
Elder Han's eyes flickered slightly, "That's exactly what I meant."
The plump woman also nodded, "It's okay."
If the three of them really fight, the winner may not be decided until tomorrow morning. First, we need to determine what happened to the Saint?
Therefore, all three of them agreed to stop.
But God's will did not go as planned. At this moment, Murong Xing'er suddenly struck out with a palm, hitting the masked woman in the chest.
Under the mask, the woman spurted out a mouthful of blood and immediately flew out.
At this moment, Murong Xing'er was standing at the door of the saint's house. She only needed two steps to enter the house and see the saint!
This situation was something they hadn't expected just now.
Elder Han became anxious immediately. He shouted loudly, "Xingyue Sect, you don't want to eat alone, do you?"
After saying that, he rushed forward immediately.
When the plump woman sees this, who is willing to let go of such a good thing?
She immediately pulled out her long whip to stop Elder Han, "Myolie, move faster!"
At this moment, most people have guessed that the saint is really ill. If not, she would have appeared long ago.
Murong Xing'er nodded and jumped into the house!
Others were too late to stop him.
He could only watch her go in. The white-bearded man who was standing there was also anxious and immediately rushed forward to help Elder Han set up the formation.
The plump woman waved her long whip, fighting one against two, and the two of them fought together. For a while, she didn't even lose!
When Xiao Han saw this, he also snorted. Since the master couldn't leave, this was his good opportunity. He also dodged and rushed towards the house.
After the white-bearded guest noticed it, he laughed loudly, "Well done Han'er, don't let the little girl from Xingyue Sect succeed."
The plump woman blocked them, and similarly, he and Elder Han also blocked the plump woman.
Xiao Han no longer had any scruples, and reached the door of the house with a quick leap. Just as he was about to enter, a scream suddenly came from inside the house.
It was from Murong Xing'er.
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When Zhao Xiaole woke up, he faintly heard a noise outside.
At the same time, there is still a body pressing on me.
It was the saint pressing down on him.
Zhao Xiaole immediately circulated his inner energy to check the situation in his body, and found that not only was his internal energy full, but his acupuncture points had already been unlocked.
Once the internal force started to operate, it was not only thicker than before, but also a little smoother. Zhao Xiaole knew very well how important this extra smoothness would be in a battle. When masters compete with each other, the person who dies is often just a step ahead.
Three grandmasters have arrived outside.
During this time, Zhao Xiaole also roughly understood the situation outside the house.
He was surprisingly calm inside.
This may be the confidence that his growth in strength gave him.
There was nothing wrong with him, so he took the saint's wrist and probed for a trace of her inner strength to check her condition.
Unexpectedly, the Yin Yin Purple Qi in her body was also full, and it seemed to have some connection with Zhao Xiaole's internal power.
As soon as it touched Zhao Xiaole's inner energy, Yin Yin's purple energy immediately resonated.
Zhao Xiaole was puzzled.
What's going on?
He remembered that he and the Saint had clearly passed out at the beginning. Could it be that after they passed out, their spiritual senses were still mobilizing the inner strength of the two?
After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.
Since both of them are fine, why do you still care so much?
Moreover, Zhao Xiaole felt that his internal strength had increased a lot, as if it was equivalent to the results of more than a year of training.
Now, even if Xuan Shui is standing in front of him, Zhao Xiaole is confident and not afraid of him at all.
The saint is still in a coma.
Zhao Xiaole was not prepared to wake her up. He had the confidence to dismiss the people outside, so he put the saint aside.
Take a look at the dazzling white snow.
Zhao Xiaole still swallowed.
It's a pity. If there weren't foreign enemies at hand, how could he be willing to leave like this?
I was originally going to cover the saint with a quilt, but after thinking about it, I decided to put some clothes on her too, so as not to be seen by others.
In this case, the saint must be helped up first.
Zhao Xiaole also left traces with his hands, leaving no trace of the skin that could be touched, trying to feel the softness and elasticity as much as possible.
Maybe he struck too hard, and the saint woke up leisurely at this time.
She opened her eyes and saw Zhao Xiaole's face and the warmth of his skin. The saint gradually blushed.
So, she didn't even have time to check her inner breath, and slapped Zhao Xiaole as soon as she woke up!
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaole was on guard and quickly blocked it with his hands, explaining: "Don't accuse a good person unjustly, I'm here to dress you!"
One of his hands was indeed holding clothes.
The saint's chest rose with anger, and she snatched the clothes away, "Who wants you to meddle in other people's business?"
"Get out of here, mom!"
With that said, he pushed Zhao Xiaole away, spread out the clothes in his hands, and draped them on himself, covering up the spring light in the room.
Zhao Xiaole touched his nose and walked over, looking for his clothes.
Because of this contact, Zhao Xiaole had already stood up and saluted, and he didn't want the saint to see this embarrassing scene.
Murong Xing'er broke in at this moment. When she saw someone behind the gauze curtain, she opened the gauze curtain and barged in without thinking.
"Saint, little girl..."
The scene before her eyes stunned her.
She didn't expect that there were two people. In addition to the saint on the bed, there was also a man sitting beside the bed. The man was holding clothes.
Faced with her sudden intrusion, the man obviously had no time to cover himself with his clothes, so he immediately covered his face with his clothes.
Just expose that vital point nakedly to the air.
Murong Xing'er was also curious, so she just glanced there and couldn't stand it anymore.