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"After returning to Beijing, I will check it for you."

Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly, his eyes flashed under the bronze mask. The other party had already appeared as four masters. He was not afraid, but the other party came from Hehuan Sect. He didn't know if there were still people and horses in the dark. He had to be careful and had to deal with it first.

The saint of Hehuan Sect held her beautiful face and said angrily:

"Young Master is funny, but I still have to rush to Putuo Temple. Time is tight, so I can only let you down first..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the vast martial arts cultivation of the four masters dispersed, locking on Zhao Wujiang and the other four.

Jia Ersan pulled out the big knife from his waist, and his expression under the mask was particularly serious.

Arthur Nineteen dismantled the silk cloth wrapped in a spear, carried the gun in one hand, and his eyes were as fierce as fire.

"Do you do it." The saint of Hehuan Sect covered his mouth and chuckled: "Young Master, please protect the beauty in your arms."

Four masters fought against Xiang Jia Er San, and they were a little surprised that the man in bronze mask actually had two master guards.

In their initial view, the bronze mask of the man in front of him was extremely strange. He should not be from a major sect, and the guards should not be considered powerful, but the aura of the two gray-robed guards was stronger than everyone present, which made them shocked.

The four masters of Hehuan Sect fought with Jia Er San, and they could not do anything to each other for a while.

The charming smile on the cheek of the saint of Hehuan Sect finally dropped a lot, and she smiled slightly:

"It seems that I can only do it myself..."

She slapped the horse's back, jumped up, nodded her head barefoot, and flew over Zhao Wujiang's white skirt, and slapped Gu Nanyuan in Zhao Wujiang's arms with her palm.

Gu Nanyuan was seriously injured and rushed to the road, weak and weak. Zhao Wujiang also flew up, and a golden light appeared in his eyes and met him with one palm.

"Bang!"

The two of them had a palm, and invisible ripples spread.

Zhao Wujiang landed in front of Gu Nanyuan, and the saint of Hehuan Sect also stepped on the mud barefoot lightly.

"Young master is so brave, I am so happy." The saint of Hehuan Sect bit his red lips and pulled open the red ribbon he tied on his black hair. The black hair floated smoothly in front of her and a green lotus slowly appeared on her eyebrows.

The next moment, Zhao Wujiang felt an extremely powerful aura emanating from the body of the saint of Hehuan Sect. He had never felt the power of this aura in any fourth-grade strongman, only to Qi Lin, who had seen the threshold of the master at the beginning.

Zhao Wujiang gently stroked the horse's head and said to Gu Nanyuan on the horse's back:

"You go back to Putuo Temple first, I will go find you."

The saint of Hehuan Sect was a little dangerous at this moment. He was worried that the saint of Hehuan Sect would attack Gu Nanyuan with a black hand. Jia Ersan and San were also fighting with the elders of Hehuan Sect, so he had no choice but to let Gu Nanyuan return to Putuo Temple first.

"No..." Gu Nanyuan bit her red lips and complained. She felt the strength of the Holy Maiden of Hehuan Sect at this time, and she was particularly worried.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently:

"obedient."

He patted the horse's head lightly, the horse neighed, and moved his hooves to carry Gu Nanyuan and left. No one stopped him.

"What a love for a man, I'm crying." The saint of Hehuan Sect gently wiped the tears that did not exist in the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, with a wave of his hands, two pink and white ribbons shot out from his sleeves, wrapped around Zhao Wujiang's arms, and giggled:

"Be careful, young master."

The ribbon was very strange. He was removing the strength of Zhao Wujiang's arms and pulling his body at the same time.

The saint of Hehuan Sect sacred foot tapped the mud and did not get dusty, flying towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows. The saint of Hehuan Sect now seemed to have used some secret method to make his cultivation soar. It was not something he could defeat when he had just entered the fourth level of cultivation.

But he knew that the secret method would eventually have time-saving, and it would be fine if it was passed.

The silver needle appeared in Zhao Wujiang's hand. The Taiyi Xuan needle instantly pierced the ribbon that was wrapping around his arms. He exerted force on his arms, and the ribbon was broken in an instant, and his body was removed from behind.

The ribbon kept shooting, and the saint of Hehuan Sect looked at Zhao Wujiang who was constantly dodging, with his eyes joking, like a cat and a mouse.

The two of them chased each other and soon came to a mountain range. Zhao Wujiang was about to fly into the forest to hide, but two ribbons were wrapped up again, wrapping his upper body, making it difficult for a moment to move.

"Young Master, what are you doing here? Could it be that you see that the place is sparsely populated and want to do something wrong to me!" The saint of Hehuan Sect covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes were filled with spring, and he pulled the ribbon and flew over.

Zhao Wujiang exerted force all over, panting, his arms and body were bound tightly fit, making it difficult for him to use the Taiyi Xuan Needle.

"I won't play anymore, I admit defeat. Aren't you just trying to absorb my yang energy? I won't move, come on." His eyes turned, and he showed a look of distortion, and sat directly on the ground.

The saint of Hehuan Sect was three steps away from Zhao Wujiang. There was a strong murderous intent deep in her eyes, and she walked towards Zhao Wujiang step by step, looking like she couldn't bear it:

"I also want the young master to be my subordinate, but if you kill the sect's sect, you must make up your mind to give the sect an explanation..."
Chapter completed!