Master Mie Jue looked over too far, but with her innate second-level vision, she could no longer see the two figures clearly.

"The Emei disciples obeyed the order and set up camp on the spot first. Jingxuan, you can lead the disciples for me for the time being, and I will go back."

Master Mie Jue thought about it and after ordering his disciples, he chased them in the direction where the two figures finally disappeared. But she was not a warrior who was good at light skills. Compared with Long Tian, ​​Wei Yixiao was really a bit different.

The reason why Master Mie Jue keeps up is related to Long Tian's identity. The famous work Li Mingxia, who was caught by Wei Yixia, is just an ordinary disciple of Master Mie Jue. He is nearly thirty years old but is still at the level of the master and does not value much. If she is just captured by Wei Yixiao, Master Mie Jue will only pinch her nose and recognize her, keep her hatred, and then act again when she meets the Ming sects. But Long Tian is the leader of another force and is extremely interested in her appetite, but she cannot feel at ease to see Long Tian chase Wei Yixiao.

If he can't catch up, it's easy. Long Tian will probably come back in a while. But Master Mie Jue saw the backs of Long Tian and Wei Yixiao, and even saw the ultimate light skills of Long Tian's body. Compared with Wei Yixiao, he would not have much disadvantage. 22o If he really chased him, with Long Tian's innate first-level cultivation level, he would not be able to compete with Wei Yixiao.

After Master Miejue disappeared in the distance, Emei disciples set up camp on the spot as Master Miejue said, only Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were still looking into the distance, as if they were looking forward to the safe return of the blue figure.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, don't worry too much. With Master, she is the one who takes action, Master Long and Senior Sister Li Mingxia will definitely be safe."

Bei Jinyi was twenty-five years old, and her innate first-level cultivation was slightly forward among Emei disciples, and she had always been kind-hearted. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo worried, she couldn't help but comfort her.

"Senior Sister Bei, I also know the master's power... But the person in the Demon Sect is extremely skilled, I'm afraid..."

"Hmph, what are you afraid of?" With a cold snorkeling, Ding Minjun, who was over thirty years old, said, "Is Junior Sister Zhiruo still afraid that the owner of Long Manor who entered your heart would be sucked all his blood by Wei Yixiao? Such a waste is not worthy of the worries of Emei disciples."

Zhou Zhiruo never thought that someone would describe Long Tian like this, and said, "Senior Sister Ding, you--"

Ding Minjun interrupted Zhou Zhiruo with a sneer and said, "What am I? Am I wrong? If it weren't for the waste of Long Wudi, how could Junior Sister Mingxia be caught by Wei Yixiao? Humph, I'm going to chase the Ming Cult Dharma King without knowing his life. Zhu Wu Lianhuanzhuang might have to change another owner."

"Junior Sister Ding, Master has not returned, don't talk nonsense, go to the front guard first."

Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun had a tit-for-tat confrontation. Oh, no, it was Zhou Zhiruo who was completely crushed by Ding Minjun and was seen by Master Jingxuan, who spoke out and moved Ding Minjun to the front to resolve the dispute.

However, Zhou Zhiruo's heart became chaotic again. Even though Bei Jinyi comforted her repeatedly, she still thought, "That's the Dharma King of the Ming Cult, the Lord of Long Manor... can Senior Brother Long really return it safely?"

...

Long Tian kept following Wei Yixiao, but the distance between the two had not been reduced much. Until now, Long Tian had to admit that Wei Yixiao was better than himself. After all, Wei Yixiao was still carrying a living person on his back, and Long Tian was walking lightly.

But Long Tian knew that Wei Yixiao was still caught up with him. It was not because his lightness skills had surpassed him, but because of Wei Yixiao himself.

Sure enough, after less than half a stick of incense, Wei Yixiao stopped in front of a large stone covered with snow, turned to face Long Tian, ​​with a blue face and a trembling slightly. He wiped open the neck of the Emei disciple and bit his teeth.

Long Tian also stopped, looked at this scene and said, "The Dharma King sucks blood and sucks blood, but don't hurt people's lives. As long as she keeps her life, I am willing to cure the Dharma King's cold poison."

A few drops of blood dripped from Wei Yixiao's lips. He looked up at Long Tian. A ferocious smile appeared on his thin face. He raised his bloody mouth from his neck and said, "Young young man knows a lot. Even the cold poison of Bat King can tell me. But if you want to save her life, just say that you are so easy to deceive me. Wei Yixiao? I have been with me for decades. Not to mention you, even Hu Qingniu, a doctor immortal from Butterfly Valley, can't cure it? Hey!"

Wei Yixiao's words were filled with endless resentment. His light skills were the best in the world, but he could not use them at will because of the cold poison in his body. Not only that, the cold poison in each exercise would invade the meridians. Only by drinking the blood of living people can he suppress it, making him completely like a monster.

Long Tian chuckled and talked: "Hu Qingniu is just a newcomer to the innate world, so how can he compare to me? Besides, the so-called person who can cure the Dharma King is not me. I wonder if the Qingwinged Bat King has ever heard of the name of the Nine Yang Divine Art?"

Wei Yixiao sneered on his lips when he heard this. As the Green-Winged Bat King who had been living in the world for decades, how could he not know this?

"Are you talking about Emei Nine Yang Kung Fu, Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu, or Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu? Don't fool the Bat King, I have experienced all these skills. Although they are all first-class internal skills and the internal energy they practice is full of yang energy, they cannot deal with my cold poison."

Long Tian shook his head slowly and said, "Wei Yixiao Wei Bat King, what would I say if it were these three Nine Yang Techniques? Long said the real Nine Yang Divine Art that flowed out of Shaolin a hundred years ago."

"What?"

After Wei Yixiao drank human blood, the purple color on his face finally faded, but the Emei disciple in his hand had a weak breath. He was shocked by the shocking news from Long Tian. There was no news about the Nine Yang Divine Arts among ordinary people in the martial arts world. But Wei Yixiao is now over fifty years old, so he naturally knows the hidden things.

The Nine Yang Divine Arts came from Shaolin, but they were taken away. Master Jueyuan murmured before his death that Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei each obtained one Nine Yang Divine Art. But even these three incomplete internal skills are already the best in the world. You can imagine how wonderful the real Nine Yang Divine Arts is. If there is really a skill that can heal Wei Yixiao in the world, the Nine Yang Divine Arts will definitely rank first.

"Bat King, give me the person first, otherwise you will never see the Nine Yang Divine Art."

Long Tianyi said that Wei Yixiao felt excited, but forgot to stop the bleeding from the Emei disciple, and a pool of water was flowing on the ground. He sent the Emei disciple forward and was caught by Long Tian.
Chapter completed!