"You are trying to snatch someone from us in broad daylight. Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

The pale-faced scholar detected the aura of the woman in black, and his face, which could not be paler, suddenly turned ashen.

"Hiccup, old lady, just, hiccup, just rob you, what the hell!"

The woman in black jumped down from the sword and grabbed the hilt with her backhand.

Although he was not standing steadily, he lifted up the heavy sword and swung it around like a toy.

Everyone in Yin Yang Pavilion immediately took a few steps back, fearing that they would be hit by the heavy sword.

"This woman is as strong as you. Her single water spiritual root makes her a perfect candidate for dual cultivation. It would be a pity to give up just like that! Stop her while you guys go and get the hall master!" The pale-faced scholar hurriedly called the guards on both sides, then drew out the short sword at his waist and pointed it at the woman in black from a distance.

"Humph, you are both in the Jindan stage. Today, Wei will meet you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed and the dagger was grabbed by a hand that stretched out from the side.

"What will happen? Then you will meet with Lao 관?"

The pale-faced scholar was startled, and turned around to see a skinny old man with gray hair standing beside him. Half of his face was covered with a mask, and his grin revealed a crooked and rotten smile.

"Who are you?!"

"Hey, guess?"

The old man had a sword kettle hanging on his waist but he didn't use the sword. He just gradually gathered his hands, which were as thin as old tree bark. The blade of the dagger gradually twisted under the huge force, making a "creaking" sound.

The pale-faced scholar was pinned to the spot by the pressure from the old man's body, unable to move, and could only hope that his men would invite the hall master to come. As a result, he immediately heard a muffled groan and fell to the ground.

He turned around and his expression suddenly became even uglier.

I saw three men in black standing in the middle of the street, arranged in order of height, the left one was the tallest and thinnest, the middle one was balanced, and the right one was short and fat. They were all dressed in black and had swords on their waists. Each of them had a bulging bag on their back, and no one knew what was in it.

His men were already lying on the ground, their lives or deaths unknown.

"You, you dare to touch the people of Yinyang Pavilion?"

The white-faced scholar was furious.

His Yin Yang Pavilion is also considered a big sect, who dares to interfere with their ideas?

By the way, there has been a dispute here for some time.

Why aren't there any guards from Tianquan City or people from other sects? Could it be that they have all returned to their respective sects?

"Don't waste time, quickly retreat the last wave!"

A voice sounded from high above.

A man walked out from the top of the attic next to him. He was wearing black clothes, a black sword, and a black hood. A white beard was exposed on his chin, and his waist was full of various weapons.

The pale-faced scholar's pupils shrank.

He saw that one of the weapons was actually his master's weapon!

When was the house robbed?

The pale-faced scholar was not tough, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "My elders, I am blind and do not know the real master. This disciple with only one spiritual root belongs to you. I am leaving now, now..."

"Take out all your magic tools, spirit stones, and storage bags and throw them on the ground!"

The old man in front of me smiled even more, and his wrinkled face looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The scholar had no choice but to hand over his property obediently.

"Take off the jade around your neck as well."

Pale-faced scholar: “…”

"Your clothes too."

“Forget it, Elder Li.” The female cultivator holding a large sword at the back couldn’t stand it anymore and interrupted.

"His clothes are very nice." The old man touched the clothes of the pale-faced scholar, his eyes full of curiosity.

The pale-faced scholar was about to cry: "Junior, can you leave now?"

"Hey, go now." The old man put the pale-faced scholar's short sword into his storage bag and let go of his hand with a smile.

The pale-faced scholar turned and ran away.

"Young man, drag your men away with you!"

Listen to the old man's cry.

The pale-faced scholar rolled and climbed into the air without even looking back.

The people from Yin Yang Pavilion left.

The eyes of the five men in black all fell on Li Qingran at the same time.

Li Qingran took a half step back, shrank his head in fear, and quickly bowed and said, "I, the younger generation, thank you for helping me out."

Although these five mysterious people are more dangerous than the people in Yin Yang Pavilion.

But somehow I feel there is no threat.

"Little kid, you have great talent. Do you want to come to our sect?"

The strange old man stared at Li Qingran with a smile, his eyes gentle and kind.

"I want to join Lingxi Valley." Li Qingran shook his head and said politely, "Your sect is very good, but I want to be a medical practitioner."

"You can also become a medical practitioner in our sect." The female practitioner leaning on the heavy sword burped and said lazily.

"놖..." Li Qingran still wanted to refuse.

The next second, a sound came from the attic.

"Hey, how can you do this?!"

The man took off his hood while speaking, and said loudly in front of Li Qingran's confused eyes: "You are from Qingyun Sect!"

Seeing this, the other four also took off their disguises.

The female cultivator opposite took off her veil, revealing her waist-length black hair and a charming face. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were blurry and drunken, but she smiled beautifully and spoke in a very logical manner.

"Little sister, as you can see, they are stealing things from other sects."

The old man next to him continued: "And now, you know their identities."

The master of the Sword Pavilion in the attic, Su Qinian, laughed and made his conclusion.

"So, you must follow us! Otherwise we will silence you, hahahaha!"

Li Qingran: “…”

How could she not know whether the other party was from Qingyun Sect?

She noticed the sign hanging around the waist of the man on the rooftop - Jian Ge.

Sword Pavilion and Sword Gate?

Li Qingran was stunned, and inexplicably had unreasonable associations.

Before she could react, the world was spinning around her, and before she knew it, she was hit by a flying sword.

It was the female cultivator who reeked of alcohol.

The other four also stepped on their flying swords, each with a smile of harvest on their face.

"Junior sister, if you are scared, you can hold on to my waist~"

The female cultivator tilted her head and smiled charmingly, then the flying sword shot up into the sky.

Li Qingran was blinded by the strong wind and subconsciously hugged the female cultivator's waist.

She suddenly didn't want to struggle anymore.

Because these people are the same as Master.

When stepping on the flying sword,

No windbreaks either.

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