The long white yarn covers the entire purple wood chariot, and I can't see who it is inside?

However, Ning Xiaochuan's mind was so strong that it was not an ordinary layer of gauze that could cover his eyes. He naturally saw the woman in purple sitting inside.

Isn't it because Zi Hanyan, who had seen face several times in Tianshi City, her face was very clear, her eyebrows were as dark as willow leaves, her eyes were like water in the pool, and her mind was smart and clever, which was comparable to an ordinary woman.

However, no matter how smart she is, she will find it difficult to fight against the Demon Fang Palace. In order for the Zi clan to avoid being suppressed by the Demon Fang Palace, she can only be regarded as a "tribute girl" and pay tribute to the Demon Fang Palace.

Of course, she also knew that she might not even see Liao's true body, and would only become Mr. Wuyue's practice cauldron. Even though she knew that the outcome would be very miserable, she could not resist and could only choose to obey.

Even the ancestors of the Zi clan cannot protect her, so how can she resist?

"The Demon Fang Palace is getting more and more excessive. He uses the excuse of tribute to accumulate wealth, kill innocent people indiscriminately, and robs female relatives. Now he doesn't even take the nine major clans seriously and openly snatches away all the proud daughters of the purple clan."

"There is no way that Yao is too powerful. Even the Zi Clan can only swallow their anger and sacrifice a younger woman to protect the entire Zi Clan."

"The Yin-Yang Sutra that Mr. Wuyue practiced has reached the realm of the Eighth Double Ninth Fire. If you want to reach the realm of the Ninth Double Ninth Fire, you must find a cauldron and remove the Eighth Double Ninth Fire on your body before you can successfully practice the Ninth Double Ninth Fire. Zi Hanyan is the most outstanding daughter of the purple clan and has it. Xuexin Palace is the best object of the Cauldron."

"In order to help Mr. Wuyue seize the cauldron, I heard that even Nangong Ming, the deputy hall master of the Demon Fang Palace, had personally been to the Zi clan and put pressure on the Zi clan king."

On both sides of the street, many monks were whispering, some were regretful, some were gloating, and some were even more angry, but they just said a few words of sighing. Even if they didn't like the Demon Fang Palace again, who would dare to really offend the Demon Fang Palace?

"boom"

A two-story house fell from mid-air and smashed into the tribute team, overturning a tribute car. Two soldiers guarding the tribute car were smashed and thrown out and pressed under the ruins.

There was chaos on the street.

The convoy that paid tribute stopped.

"Swish"

A group of warriors in black clothes rushed out of the crowd, covered in black cloth, with cold murderous aura, and holding a black sword in their hands, just like a group of death fighting gods entering a tribute convoy.

"puff"

"puff"

The black-clothed warriors had strong cultivation, like a group of fierce wolves. After just one breath, they knocked down more than a dozen soldiers who were escorted to the tribute to deal with.

One of the tall black-clad warriors, like a leader, broke into Zi Hanyan's chariot, grabbed Zi Hanyan's wrist and wanted to take her away.

This group of warriors in black made a very quick move and well-trained. They quickly killed the escorts of the convoy who were escorting the tributes, and were about to leave with Zi Hanyan.

"call out"

A sharp white light flew out from the golden dragon elephant cart in front, changing dozens of directions in succession, and the speed was as fast as a stream of light.

When the white light stopped, everyone could see clearly that it turned out to be a man in white clothes.

However, his speed was too fast, so it looked like a white light.

"Bang bang..."

Dozens of black-clothed warriors with strong cultivation all fell to the ground, with a blood hole the size of a finger at the center of their eyebrows, and red blood and white brain matter flowed out from it.

Just in an instant, dozens of martial arts masters were killed. Such methods were really horrifying, shocking the monks on both sides of the street.

He is the strongest man in the younger generation of Jiuyuejiang, Mr. Wuyue.

Mr. Wuyue is not a gentle and elegant beauty. Instead, she is very burly. She has a national face, dark skin, thick eyebrows, and a body that is more than two meters tall.

He stood in the middle of the street, carrying his hands on his back, like an iron tower, staring sharply at the leader of the black-clad warrior and Zi Hanyan standing opposite him, snorting coldly, saying, "You dare to snatch the tributes of Lord Fang, you are really brave."

"If it is really a tribute to Lord Liang, I will naturally not snatch it. However, some people pretend to be powerful and use Lord Liang's reputation to seek benefits for themselves, why don't I dare to snatch it?" The leader of the black-clad warrior blocked Zi Hanyan and whispered: "Yan'er, go first, I'll block him."

Zi Hanyan tightly grabbed the arm of the black-clothed warrior leader, pursed his lips, and shook his head vigorously.

Mr. Wuyue sneered and said, "No one can leave today."

The flames appeared on his skin, turning red, like a piece of iron burned red. Mars would appear when the air and his skin were stained with it.

He moved his body and rushed towards Zi Hanyan and the leader of the black-clad warrior.

Young Master Wuyue shot out a pair of flame fists, condensed the phantoms of the heads of two fire unicorns, and burst out with a terrifying beast roar.

The leader of the black-clad warrior and Zi Hanyan used martial arts magical powers at the same time to resist it, but in just one moment, the two of them were blown away and fell dozens of feet away.

In the face of Young Master Wuyue's terrifying combat power, the two of them could not even resist a turn, and they suffered heavy damage at the same time.

"boom"

Young Master Wuyue was quick and instantly rushed to the head of the black-clothed warrior. Before the leader of the black-clothed warrior could react, he slashed down with one palm and cut off the right leg of the head of the black-clothed warrior.

"ah"

The leader of the warrior in black screamed, his entire right leg lost consciousness, and the blood in his knee broke, blood flowed out, soaking a large area of ​​red on the ground.

"father"

Zi Hanyan covered her chest, with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and tears were all over her eyes. She rushed towards the leader of the warrior in black, trying to pick up the leader of the warrior in black.

Mr. Wuyue looked cold and grabbed Zi Hanyan's hair, lifted her face up, revealing her beautiful and slender neck, her scalp was pulled and she made a "rumble" sound, and her mouth made a painful moan.

Mr. Wuyue ignored her and stepped on the chest of the black-clothed warrior leader, suppressing the black-clothed warrior leader unable to move. He snorted coldly and said, "Zi Lianshan, you are so brave. You dare to even snatch the tributes of Lord Fang. It seems that your Zi Clan is really too arrogant and you don't take Lord Fang seriously.

The leader of the warrior in black gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Nangong Xiaoer, since I, Zi Lianshan, since I dared to come, I never thought of going back to the Zi clan. Let me be honest, I have left the Zi clan. If you want to use this as an excuse to convict the Zi clan, then you have made the wrong abacus."

"Bang"

Young Master Wuyue kicked the leader of the black-clothed warrior away with one kick.

The leader of the warrior in black hit the hard wall, his head was broken and bloody, and he was buried under the broken wall.

"An old thing who doesn't know how to live or die." Young Master Wuyue looked coldly at the monks on the streets, and was shocked to escape. Because they were too panicked, some of them fell to the ground with their trousers.

"Shameless"

Young Master Wuyue stared at Zi Hanyan, pulled her hair, dragged her to the ground, dragged her to the bottom of the Rosewood Carriage, waved his arm and threw her into the Rosewood Carriage.

“Continue to go on the road…”

Just as Young Master Wuyue said this, his brows frowned slightly and looked at the top of the Rosewood Carriage. He saw a man in blue clothes standing on the top of the carriage. He looked thin and had a golden ghost mask on his face.

Just now, when he threw Zi Hanyan into the Rosewood Carriage, there was no one on the top of the carriage.

With just one turn, there was one more person on it, which was so weird.

"Who?" Young Master Wuyue naturally asked coldly without any fear.

"Wow"

The man in a blue shirt wearing a golden ghost mask walked down from the top of the chariot. He was walking step by step, walking in the air, as if walking on an invisible ladder

He landed lightly on the ground, glanced at Zi Hanyan in the carriage, and said, "Gongzichuan"

"Gongzichuan?"

Young Master Wuyue smiled coldly, "In front of my Young Master Wuyue, anyone who dares to call him "Young Master, two words are a death sentence."

Young Master Wuyue's palm turned into claw marks, flames emerged from his five fingers, and his feet took two steps forward, stomped two deep footprints on the ground, and grabbed Ning Xiaochuan with one claw.

The claws of the hand claws turned into the fire kirin and instantly reached the eyes of the man in the blue shirt wearing a golden ghost mask. The red flames almost completely wrapped the man in the blue shirt.

"Bang"

The man in blue-shirt's hands were wrapped in lightning, tore the flame apart, jumped up, jumped into the red sandalwood chariot, stretched out an arm to hug Zi Hanyan's waist, and hugged him.

Young Master Wuyue let out a long roar, tore through his claws, breaking the entire carriage.

"Bang"

The man in blue clothes picked up Zi Hanyan and turned into a colorful stream of light, lifting his body upwards by more than ten feet high.

Young Master Wuyue snorted coldly, kicked the ground with his legs, and suddenly shot, and shot out another "Kirin Claw" and turned into a five-meter-sized flame Qilin claw.

The man in the blue shirt moved his body in the air. The position of each move was extremely mysterious. He drew a curve in the air, just like a vain in the air, changing his direction seven times in a row, avoiding the seven fierce attacks of Mr. Wuyue.

The monks below were stunned.
Chapter completed!