Master Wuhui rushed over and saw this thrilling scene.

The two famous guardians of the evil cult, Blood Hand Demon and Poison Lady, were actually besieging a female disciple in a green dress.

The disciples of the Bishui Tower were lying in the courtyard, and the owner Shui Ruoqing also collapsed on the ground and could not escape. The situation was very critical.

He used the Arhat stick technique and used the Zen stick in his hand to repel the Poison Lady's sneak attack.

At this time, it was two against two in the yard again. Fang Miao, who was almost besieged, breathed a sigh of relief after escaping danger. A breeze blew through the yard, and she felt cold sweat oozing down her back.

"Amitabha, the two donors have heavy blood debts on their bodies, why don't you just stop here?" Master Wuhui bowed to the two of them and couldn't help but persuade them.

Poison Lady sneered when she heard this: "You monk, your words are still so interesting."

"Stop talking, let's end this quickly!" Yuan Wuji said with a gloomy expression.

After saying that, he planned to continue fighting.

Just then, a sound of footsteps came hurriedly.

Wu Shen and Ming Yi brought disciples from the two factions and surrounded the yard tightly.

The faces of Du Niangzi and Yuan Wuji in the yard changed.

Oh no, there are more people!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two men jumped up and each chose a direction to break out and escape.

"Blood Hand Demon, you've run into my hands and you still want to escape? Stay with me."

Wu Shen raised his big knife and slashed towards Yuan Wuji. The knife was so powerful that Yuan Wuji did not dare to underestimate him and turned around to block it. The two of them started fighting in the yard.

Without even turning her head, Poison Lady rushed out into the crowd, a faint and strange scent of powder emanating from her body. Seeing this, Ming Yi and Master Wu Hui, who were chasing her, quickly shouted, "Hold your breath, and retreat."

The disciples who were closest to the Poison Lady were unable to react in time and fainted. Seeing this, Ming Yi said, "Master Wuhui, you stay and take care of the poisoned disciples in the courtyard. I will go after the Poison Lady."

"Amitabha, benefactor, be careful of her poison."

Seeing this, Master Wuhui stopped without any excuse. Ming Yi nodded and jumped in the direction of Poison Lady.

In the west courtyard.

The disciples and traces of fighting all over the ground showed how thrilling the fight had just been. When Fang Miao saw the two men running away, she went to help her master Shui Ruoqing up first.

"Master, how do you feel?" Fang Miao raised her eyes and asked with a pair of clear almond-shaped eyes full of concern.

Shui Ruoqing's green robe was stained with blood. He stood firm with his hands covering his chest and shook his head. He said weakly, "Miao'er, I will practice Qigong and regulate my breathing first. You will protect the master."

"Okay." Fang Miao pursed her lips and nodded.

Shui Ruoqing found an open space, sat cross-legged, and the energy in her body surged out of her side.

Fang Miao walked a little further away, threw the scrapped blade in her hand that had been used in the fight to the ground, bent down, helped up all the unconscious sisters from the Bishui Pavilion in the courtyard, and found a corner of the wall to sit them down one by one.

Then go check on Senior Sister Li Ru.

Just now during the fight, she helped the person aside and then there was no movement. She knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, the eldest sister's face was pale and her brows were tightly furrowed. Fang Miao didn't dare to move for a moment and didn't know what to do.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please let me take a look."

There was a sound of footsteps behind Fang Miao. She turned around and saw Master Wuhui walking towards her with a Zen staff in his hand.

"Thank you, Master!"

Fang Miao held the eldest senior sister in her arms and made room for Master Wuhui to come over.

Master Wuhui felt for the pulse on the elder sister's hand. After a moment, he spoke, "She has been invaded by an extremely sinister internal force, causing her internal energy to become chaotic and blocked."

He helped the person up and said, "Young donor, I will help the female donor regulate her breathing. Please stay by her side and protect her."

Seeing this, Fang Miao stood up and nodded.

The moonlight tonight was extremely beautiful. She stood quietly in the courtyard under the night sky to protect the two of them. An idea flashed through her mind, and she thought of the feeling of the combination of swordsmanship and the Green Water Technique when they just fought. She recalled the details of the fight over and over again for a long time, and she seemed to have realized something.

Just want to continue reminiscing.

There were chaotic footsteps outside the yard, and Fang Miao looked towards the door suddenly.

The smell of blood mixed in the air became more obvious as the footsteps approached.

"Yuan Wuji, you old thief has finally met your end, hahahaha!"

Following a male voice full of satisfaction, a screaming man, tied up behind his back, was thrown out of the yard.

Fang Miao looked over and saw that the kidnapped man had a thin and gloomy face. It was Yuan Wuji, whom she had fought with not long ago.

At this time, Yuan Wuji's body was filled with a strong smell of blood. Taking advantage of the moonlight, Fang Miao saw that his right arm was originally empty, with only a bloody wound the size of a bowl, and blood was constantly flowing out.

Wu Shen walked into the yard with a knife in hand, and was stunned to see several people sitting cross-legged and regulating their breathing.

Fang Miao glanced at the bloody sword in Wu Shen's hand, stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "Hero Wu."

Wu Shen nodded and looked at Fang Miao, not knowing how to address her.

"Miao, the second disciple of Bishui Tower, is downstairs. Master and Senior Sister are injured and recuperating in the courtyard."

She briefly introduced the situation in the hospital.

Then he asked, "Master Wu, what are you going to do with this Bloody Hand Demon Yuan Wuji?"

Wu Shen put away his sword, glanced at the wailing Yuan Wuji and explained, "Let's lock him up first and discuss it with everyone later."

As the two were talking, the eldest sister spat out a mouthful of blood. Fang Miao looked over and saw Master Wuhui standing up, so he hurried over to support the eldest sister.

He asked, "Master Wuhui, how is the senior sister now?"

"I have already stabilized the female donor's internal energy. She should be fine after a period of recuperation."

Master Wuhui said with a smile.

Fang Miao smiled when she heard that. She blinked and said, "Thank you, Master."

Master Wuhui: "Amitabha."

"Miao'er, Master Wuhui, we can't stay here for long. Let's go back to Bishui Tower first!"

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