Neither Shao Siming nor Li Ye were the speed of the monks in the middle of Qi training. They could defeat them. The two left the post station one by one and went away in a moment.

The night rain thunder and lightning suddenly appear, the uneasy refugee faces may be under the eaves of Yingliang Station.

Hundreds of steps from the inn, on the wide official road, a man walked towards the inn with an umbrella.

The umbrella is the most common oil paper umbrella. The umbrella is painted with green lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers. The hand holding the umbrella is scarlet, and the fingers are slender and slender. The woman under the oil paper umbrella is tall. Every time she takes a step forward, she takes her long legs that are more than three feet long.

Next to the woman holding an umbrella, there was a middle-aged Taoist with a sword in her arms. The Taoist was holding her sleeves with both hands and occasionally looked at the station, with a dull look. He did not hold an umbrella, but he was not in the rain. The gust of wind blew on his face, and his dry clothes and feet did not float at all.

"You don't have to come." Dashiming spoke first, slightly dissatisfied.

"I have to come." The middle-aged Taoist said calmly.

"Master can't trust us?" Dasiming frowned.

"There is a little bit unbelievable." The middle-aged Taoist said bluntly.

"What point?" Dasiming was furious.

"That point about strength." said the middle-aged Taoist.

"Master can't trust our strength, but you can trust you?" Dasiming sneered.

"If you add me, your master will be able to trust you."

"I do not understand."

"You should understand."

Dasi Ming stopped and looked at the dimly lit station from afar, and was silent for a moment: "The Qingyi Yamen has indeed arrived in Laizhou, but so what? There are still only three monks around Cui Keli, and it is worth our direct eyes, but only one person."

The middle-aged Taoist also stopped: "Is it the one fighting with you in Jimo Villa, or the one carrying the peach wood sword?"

Dashi Ming said: "The one who carries the peach wood sword is only the middle stage of Qi training. Even if he is the disciple of that person back then, it is not scary at the moment."

The middle-aged Taoist does not comment.

Dasiming turned his head to look at him: "Who is the young master Xuan robe who is fighting with us?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "This is why Master sent me here."

Dashiming: "What does it mean?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "It means I don't know."

Dasiming: "Can you be a member of the Qingyi Yamen?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "The Qingyi Yamen should not be underestimated."

Dasiming laughed.

Middle-aged Taoist: "Pinglu's new governor, namely King An Li Ye, has not arrived in Laizhou yet, but has already affected the situation in Pinglu's rivers and lakes. The visitors are not good, and we have despised him too much before."

Dasiming: "It's because of Qizhou and Qingyi Yamen?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "Isn't this enough?"

Dashiming: "How big a storm can they cause?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "Within three days, the Qingyi Yamen issued twenty-three heroic posts in a row, and all those who received the heroic posts stayed there, including the Wang family."

Dasiming was stunned.

She asked, "Have you seen them?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "What do you do when you see them? What I want to see is the Qingyi Yamen."

Dasiming: "There are people from the Qingyi Yamen at the post station?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "Maybe there is."

Dashiming: "What if there is?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "Of course I killed it."

Dasiming: "How many people did the master send to deal with the Qingyi Yamen?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "It doesn't matter how many people are sent. What's important is that it's enough to get rid of the Qingyi Yamen."

Dasiming: "The Cui family has received the heroic post and clearly stated that they obey their orders. If the young master of Xuanbou is really from the Qingyi Yamen, then there will be Qingyi Yamen next to Cui Keli, who will be secretly protected by Qingyi Yamen."

Middle-aged Taoist: "I want to lead the snake out of the hole and follow the clues."

Dashiming: "Will they really show up?"

Middle-aged Taoist: "They have appeared."

Seven or eight monks in blue clothes had appeared from both sides of the post station, stepped onto the official road, and walked towards the Dasiming and the middle-aged Taoist.

Middle-aged Taoist: "I have a problem."

Dashiming: "You have enough time to ask."

Middle-aged Taoist: "Why do you hold an umbrella?"

Dasiming smiled sweetly: "Because it looks good."

What looks good is not only the oil-paper umbrella, but also the sudden appearance of sword light.

......

“You chose a good place.”

Li Ye stopped in a wilderness and told Shao Si Ming.

The ground under his feet was very flat, and there were weeds knee-high around him. On the other end of the open space, more than a hundred steps away from him, there was a forest at the foot of the mountain. Shao Siming stood on the treetops on the leaves, looking at him from the air, but did not speak.

Even though they were quite far apart, Li Ye seemed to see clearly that the other party's clear eyes were like the first snowflakes falling on the vast earth.

There is a vast open land dozens of feet in a radius around, and Li Ye doesn't have to worry about attacks at all, but compared with this, Shao Siming, a hundred steps away, undoubtedly has a greater threat.

The Penglai Taoist Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, with hundreds of monks, and has made arrangements for troubled times early, but there are very few monks who have reached the ninth level of Qi training. As far as Li Ye knows, except for the Penglai leader who has entered the realm of the realm, before the great young master Siming was born, there were only the chief disciples of Penglai's generation.

Shao Siming stood quietly on the treetops and was not in a hurry to take action. Perhaps she was waiting for Li Ye to move first.

Li Ye had no intention of being anxious at all.

Although he left the post and rushed here, he couldn't help but worry about the situation of the post, but he understood even if the Dashi Ming was not there, the opponent in front of him had the ability to kill him.

A hundred steps away is neither long nor short. Li Ye can rush over in just two steps, but this is also the best distance for Shao Siming to launch the "Wanye Feihua Art". Her combat style is mainly long-range killing, but her body skills are agile and unpredictable. Li Ye knows that even if he rushes over at the fastest speed, he may not be able to touch the corner of her clothes.

This is a strong enemy.

Facing a strong enemy, there is only one battle.

Li Ye's eyebrows and eyes sternly, and a wisp of spiritual energy poured into Lu Ju Jian, lit up the dense patterns of the sword body, and a green light flashed on the sword body. In an instant, the long sword itself was no longer visible, and only the green light seemed empty.

He ran out in one step.

At this time, Shao Siming, who had calm eyes, had raised his slender and weak arms, and used the spiritual energy jumping between his index fingers as a pen to outline a yin and yang figure in front of him, which seemed real and illusory.

She took the right time, and the enemy did not move, and I did not move, and if the enemy wanted to move, I moved first.

Li Ye, who was running forward, kept staring at Shao Siming. When he saw this action, his mind suddenly rose, and a strong threat slashed in the air, forcing him to pull back and flip back in the air: "Damn, this is another move!"

The calm wilderness suddenly changed, the ground suddenly shook, and countless weeds turned into debris and shot up from the ground. Below the weeds, a huge yin and yang figure suddenly appeared, and the pattern was like an aurora.

Li Ye slashed down with a sword in the air, crushing the flowers and plants flying under his feet into powder. The sword energy hit the ground with a thump, plowing a huge gully on the Yin and Yang pattern, and dust flew.

After Shao Siming painted the yin and yang figures in front of him, the pair of eyes that were brighter than gems on the gauze scarf suddenly flashed. In an instant, her aura suddenly rose, and her purple hair swayed backwards. As soon as the murderous aura appeared, it filled the sky!

Several crisp and heavy sounds exploded around Li Ye. A huge yin and yang figure appeared in the sky, as if blocking the space!

Li Ye went to see Shao Siming in surprise, and saw the other party's fingers flying, and the sealing movement was so fast that it could not be seen clearly. There were only a series of spiritual energy jumping up and down, just like agile notes on the music!

Li Ye's eyes widened, and the land under his feet quickly exploded. The sounds came one after another, and the leaves broke out from the ground, sweeping him from all directions!

All directions are cut off by Yin and Yang graphics, and there are leaf chains in all directions. No matter how Li Ye dodges, he will be attacked. As long as he pauses, he will be twisted by countless leaf chains!

Li Ye cursed a dirty word and said angrily to Shao Siming: "Flying Ye Lock Immortal Formation! Damn it, let's use the big move when you come up!"

......

"Can Shao Siming solve that boy? I heard that when you were in Jimo Villa, he had worked together and he had tried a few moves with you."

Outside the post station, facing the monk approaching step by step, the middle-aged Taoist calmly took off his long sword and was still free to talk to Dashiming.

Da Siming pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered: "A guy who is only a seventh-level Qi training level. What kind of waves can he make? In Jimo Villa, the reason why he can play with us a few moves is that his combat power is obviously higher than his cultivation level, and we underestimate the enemy."

The middle-aged Taoist said, "Is that true?"

Da Siming looked down: "You should know Shao Siming's temperament. Although she seems to be quiet and peaceful on weekdays, when did she admit defeat? The last incident made her very unhappy. This time she asked to fight with that guy alone, and chose the battlefield away from here, so that we can't intervene. She is trying to regain the dignity she lost that day."

The middle-aged Taoist erected his sword eyebrows, and his two fingers were touched by the sword body. The dense patterns were lit up one after another, and it actually outlined the pattern of cranes flying over the clouds. Facing the seven or eight monks who rushed over, he calmly slashed out a sword: "As long as Shao Siming is willing to work hard, what else can I worry about? When she is serious, even I dare not take her flying Ye Lock Immortal Formation head-on."

The middle-aged Taoist is the chief disciple of Penglai, Zhang Yunhe.

He slashed out with a sword, and within twenty feet of his body, no drop of rain fell.

There is no more rain around.

Only a white crane with flapping its wings appeared out of thin air, chanting its neck as if it was about to fly to the sky!

Some of the seven or eight practitioners who rushed towards them were about to jump out, some raised their swords to cut, and some were making gestures in their hands, but they were all frozen in place at this moment!

Suddenly, the white cranes rose into the sky, heavy rain fell, and the sound of wind and rain sounded again.

When the first drop of rain fell on his shoulders, the seven or eight monks fell into the mud one after another, without even moving their fingers.

Dasiming glanced at Zhang Yunhe speechlessly: "It's just a group of ants, and it's worth using "Crane Qi Jue" to make such a loud noise?"

Zhang Yunhe took the long sword and walked towards the post station with his hands in his arms: "This is called "taking the first call."

Dasiming smiled sarcastically, but followed him forward.

After the launch of "Crane Qi Jue", Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang appeared at the gate of the station one after another. They saw the white crane ascend in the sky and also saw seven or eight monks falling down one after another. They were Qingyi yamen monks who had never seen or known before. However, when they saw Zhang Yunhe walking towards him, both of them were frowning and eyes.

Dasi Ming, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, had seen Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang in Jimo Villa. At this moment, she and Zhang Yunhe appeared together, so they didn’t know that the other party was here to find fault.
Chapter completed!