The children of Jianghu do not stick to trivial matters.
They are different from other ladies, they often appear in public, and they always hold the concept of men and women giving and receiving, but not being intimate with each other.
When walking in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to have your hands and feet tied up.
This is where informality was born.
However, it is only limited to the relationship between men and women who are not intimate with each other. In essence, they are still shy ladies at heart.
Therefore, one can imagine the panic Murong Xing'er felt when she saw this scene.
Her scream almost broke through the roof.
Xiao Han heard the sound and hurriedly chased in, "What's going on?"
Before she could ask why, she heard a collision, and Murong Xing'er's figure flew out from behind the gauze curtain and hit her straight.
Xiao Han didn't have time to think too much and grabbed him.
puff!
Murong Xing'er spat out a mouthful of blood onto her veil, her breath sluggish.
Xiao Han was secretly shocked.
He didn't know what happened in that gauze tent?
At this time, the gauze tent moved slightly.
A stunning woman came out. She had obviously just straightened her clothes and stared at Xiao Han coldly.
The moon is bright and clear.
The woman's face was reflected extremely clearly.
Is this the saint?
Was she the one who injured Murong Xing'er just now?
Xiao Han was originally eloquent, but at this time, he didn't know what to say?
The reality was pretty much what he imagined.
After Murong Xing'er broke in, the person who was most angry was not Zhao Xiaole, but the Saint, who was staying in bed with a man like this.
Everyone knew exactly what he had done.
The more this happens, the angrier she becomes.
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaole was smart and covered his face with his clothes immediately, without revealing his identity.
Otherwise, it would be great fun.
The Saint also took action decisively. Unexpectedly, after she gave her excess internal energy to Zhao Xiaole, she actually faintly touched the threshold of spiritual awareness.
Therefore, she struck out with a palm. Murong Xing'er was not an opponent in the first place, but she resisted hastily and was immediately knocked away.
The saint looked at Zhao Xiaole fiercely, put on her clothes and walked out.
This is also what Xiao Han saw when he came in.
"Who are you?" the saint asked coldly.
The other party actually broke in here.
What about the old woman guarding the door?
Thinking of this, the saint's heart sank and she had a bad premonition.
Xiao Han knew in his heart that the person in front of him was probably a saint, but after seeing Murong Xing'er's injuries, he knew that he was no match for him, so he said softly:
"Your Highness the Saint, below is the Snowy Mountain..."
Before she finished speaking, the saint interrupted coldly: "Dasnow Mountain? You all deserve to die! Take your life!"
After saying that, she struck out with a palm.
Xiao Han didn't expect that she would fall out at once, so he quickly left Murong Xing'er and retreated, but his movements were still slow.
The palm of the saint has arrived.
There was a pop.
Xiao Han spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew out of the door. As soon as he landed on the ground, he struggled to get up and ran away.
The saint snorted and was about to chase him out.
After a pause, she took out a silver mask from her sleeves and put it on her face, ignoring Murong Xing'er who passed out.
Stepped out of the house.
At this moment, the three masters outside have also stopped.
Seeing Xiao Han being beaten out, judging from his skill, he was either ambushed or a master took action.
The white-bearded man sold his flaw and jumped out of the circle first, shouting: "Han'er, what on earth is going on?"
When Elder Han and the plump woman saw this, they also stopped.
Xiao Han shouted: "She is a master, and the saint is a master."
Hearing this, Murong Xing'er, the plump woman who changed color first, went in and hasn't come out yet. Could it be that she has been poisoned?
Her first reaction was to rush in and save people.
At this time, a figure wearing a silver moon mask slowly walked out of the house and looked at everyone coldly.
Is this the saint?
For a moment, I finally saw the saint, but no one said anything.
Only the injured masked woman shouted, "Holy girl, they killed grandma!"
This shout.
Everyone was shocked. The person in front of them was really a saint from the Demonic Cult.
Xiao Han recognized her figure and clothes, and nodded to the white-bearded guest.
Now, no one had any doubts in their minds.
The person in front of me is the Saint. Not only is she a Saint, but she is also a warrior who has practiced the Secret of Immortality and has reached a high level of spiritual awareness.
There was a strong look of greed in everyone's eyes.
As long as we catch her, we can force her to hand over the secret of longevity!
The saint looked at the masked woman, and her voice became even deeper, "I already know, please step back!"
Although the masked woman also wears a mask, the decoration of her mask is simple, which is very different from that of the saint.
The material is even different.
It's impossible for everyone to get confused.
The masked woman nodded and stepped aside.
The saint also saw the old woman's body lying outside the courtyard, and the murderous intent in her eyes became even stronger.
But at this moment, the plump woman shouted: "Where is my nephew? What did you do to her?"
The white-bearded guest didn't care about this. He stepped forward and said to the saint: "Her highness the saint's reputation is really astonishing. I have admired you for a long time, so I came here to pay my respects..."
The saint ignored the plump woman and shouted at the white-bearded guest: "Is this how you pay a visit?"
"Everyone who killed me today should stay and pay with their lives!"
The saint also has a hot temper, and now she is so angry that she will take action if she really wants to.
But the white-bearded man sneered: "Your Highness the Saint, I would like to advise you. We are three masters here. If we really fight, you have no chance of winning!"
In fact, he understood that today's fight was inevitable.
However, he still had to reason and explain clearly that the so-called defeating the enemy without fighting is nothing more than this.
"Stop talking nonsense, who killed this person? Stand up for me!" the saint looked around at everyone and shouted.
Elder Han stopped pretending and said coldly: "I killed the person. If you want revenge, just take action!"
"Looking for death!" the saint snorted, and with a straight body, she struck him with her palm.
She had just touched the spiritual sense, and now she was eager for a battle, so she did not hesitate to take action.
Elder Han sneered secretly. Fighting against the saint was playing into his own hands. If he could kidnap her directly, it would save a lot of effort.
Why didn't the white-bearded man know his plan? Therefore, even though he was teasing the formation from the side, he prevented others from coming forward and blocked Elder Han's retreat at any time.
The Saint and Elder Han immediately started fighting each other. One was a veteran grandmaster and the other was a newly admitted grandmaster. Although the old and the young were somewhat aware of it.
But in a short period of time, the battle was indistinguishable.
Upon seeing this, the plump woman rushed into the house immediately to check on Murong Xing'er's condition.
Seeing her unconscious on the ground, he quickly stepped forward to check her pulse.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered that the other party was only injured but still alive.
At this time, the gauze curtain in front of the bed shook, and the plump woman looked over alertly, but saw nothing.