The white-bearded old man was unwilling to give in. He raised his true energy and punched Li Zhujiu in the chest.
Li Zhujiu floated back nimbly, avoiding the old man's killing blow, and took advantage of the situation to draw his long sword and slash at the old man's lower back.
The blade of the sword cut through the air, and there was a faint crackling sound like wind and thunder.
The white-bearded old man looked horrified and hurriedly turned around to block, but he was a step too late. His arm was dodged by the cold front and a wound was opened by the sharp sword.
The spurting blood splashed all over his face, and the strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, making him gag for a moment.
Li Zhujiu noticed the white-bearded old man's staggering steps, stepped forward, used his sword as a hammer, and smashed the old man's chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The white-bearded old man retreated slower and slower. Li Zhujiu pursued the victory and fired dozens of hammers in succession.
In the end, the old man was hit by a hammer and fell to the ground, vomiting blood and passed out.
The faces of the several monks who were paralyzed on the ground were full of astonishment. The young Taoist among them even made an "o" shape with his mouth to show the turbulence in his heart.
One against six, such a feat.
Although the six of them were born as wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers, after becoming enshrined in the palace, they had all kinds of elixirs, exercises, and spiritual plants. The magical powers they had learned were no worse than those of the immortals on the mountain, but they could not even stand in front of this little girl.
Hundreds of rounds!
How old is she?
After Li Zhujiu dealt with the white-bearded old man, he slowly walked towards the few people.
The young Taoist moved his steps with difficulty and stammered: "I, I...don't...don't come over!"
He wanted to beg for mercy.
Li Zhujiu stopped, tilted his head, and asked: "If I don't come over, is it possible that you are still going to fight me?"
"I……"
The young Taoist was about to cry but had no tears. He was obviously scared.
Li Zhujiu raised his eyebrows, looked down at the young Taoist, put away the flying sword in his hand, and said slowly: "Don't worry, someone is protecting your lives."
The female swordsman in white opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she saw Li Zhujiu raise a finger and put it in front of her lips.
"Shh, don't talk nonsense, don't ask anything, just be tied up with the immortal rope."
Li Zhujiu took out a golden rope from his storage bag and tied the six people into a ball. He sensed Lin Yanli's sword intention in his consciousness, turned around and waved his hand in the distance.
"Little Yanli, we've all been captured. No one is dead."
The people who were tied up by Li Zhujiu looked in the direction where Li Zhujiu was waving, and there was a little girl in a white dress there.
She was dragging a black monk on her hand, it was the Black Sword Lao Qi who was worshiped in the palace with them.
The female swordsman in white murmured to herself: "Lao Qi's sword is stronger than my sword intention, but he can't defeat Lin Yanli of the second level!"
When Li Zhujiu heard this, he jumped in front of the female cultivator, raised his little hand and slapped the female cultivator on the head, "I told you not to talk, why are you so disobedient?"
The female nun had no choice but to shut up.
Lin Yanli dragged the monk in black to Li Zhujiu and threw the monk on the ground.
The seven people were honest and honest. Except for the young Taoist who had a bitter and affectionate face, the other six looked pretty good after taking the elixir.
Lin Yanli clapped her hands and said, "Bring the carriage back first and then interrogate."
The two rode the wind back to the carriage and saw that the front of the carriage was empty. Lin Yanli jumped into the carriage and couldn't help but ask, "Where is the coachman?"
Qin Kunyu put down the hand stove and said calmly: "You jumped out earlier, and the old gentleman was scared away by you."
"Well, you don't know how to find it and bring it back. It's such a cold weather. I'm afraid I'll freeze to death on the mountain at night." Lin Yanli complained, but had no choice but to get up and go to the mountain to look for the driver.
After wandering around the mountains for a while, I finally found the old coachman under a tree with a thick girth.
When the old coachman saw Lin Yanli, he was so frightened that he peed his pants and muttered "monster" in his mouth.
Lin Yanli was immediately stunned. She was a young girl in her prime, and there was nothing about her that looked like a monster.
Ignoring the old coachman's madness, Lin Yanli slapped the big tree on the side with his backhand, and regardless of the old coachman's roar, he arbitrarily brought him back to the carriage.
Feeling the warmth brought by the carriage again, the old coachman suddenly stopped shouting, but his eyes still looked at Lin Yanli with a hint of fear.
There were eleven people in the huge carriage, which made it a little crowded.
Lin Yanli sat down cross-legged, pulled the young Taoist in front of her, and said with a serious face: "I'm asking you to answer, do you understand?"
The young Taoist nodded.
"First, apart from you who are here to kill us, are there any other palaces to enshrine?"
The young Taoist hesitated for a few seconds, and Lin Yanli immediately slapped her on the forehead.
"Don't play tricks, or I'll hang you on a wheel and drag you to Jinling."
The young Taoist immediately shook his head and responded: "There is no one except us."
The white-bearded old man sighed. Now, as prisoners, they were already ashamed of their status as enshrined in the palace.
Li Zhujiu smiled and said: "Seven people want to intercept and kill us. The imperial court is thinking too simply."
Lin Yanli thought for a while, if Li Zhujiu hadn't broken through the three realms, the seven people might have really caused some trouble for them.
"In addition to you, what other arrangements did Qin Guozhang make?"
"Prince of Qin? What kind of patriarch?" The young Taoist said with a confused face.
Lin Yanli was startled for a moment, frowned, and continued to ask: "Let me put it another way, who ordered you to come out to intercept and kill us?"
The young Taoist sneered: "Who? Of course it is Your Majesty. I advise you to let us go obediently, otherwise..."
Lin Yanli grabbed the end of the rope that bound the immortal rope and kicked the young Taoist off the carriage.
"ah……"
The other six people watched the young Taoist being dragged away by the carriage, leaving a long mark in the snow, and couldn't help but feel a chill in their scalps.
Dear, this little girl has a bad temper.
Lin Yanli tied the rope to the top of the carriage, listened to the young Taoist's screams, and said with a smile: "Change it."
Li Zhujiu directly carried the female sword cultivator over.
Lin Yanli knelt down, reached out and grabbed her collar, and lowered her voice: "Sister, you don't want to show off your beauty in front of so many people..."
Everyone: "..."
The female swordsman's face was full of grief and anger, but she couldn't move and could only succumb to Lin Yanli's lustful power.
"Except for His Majesty's handwriting, no one has the authority to mobilize the palace for worship."
The female sword cultivator spoke coldly, and then added: "After we got the calligraphy hand, we headed north non-stop. We mobilized scouts along the way to find your whereabouts, and we came directly."
Lin Yanli narrowed his eyes, "There's something wrong. Who gave you your handwriting?"
Before the female cultivator could reply, the white-bearded old man answered: "It's Lady Qing Fei."
Lin Yanli suddenly realized it and understood in her heart.
These worshipers only obeyed the emperor's orders. They would kill whoever the emperor asked them to kill, even if she was Lin Yanli.
As long as there is an order from His Majesty the Emperor, even the gentlemen and masters of Guanhai Academy will make these offerings without thinking. This is the power of the imperial court.
She really underestimated the Qin Guo Zhang because she could get the handwriting that ordered the palace to offer sacrifices.