The round-faced monk who was locked beside the nun raised his head, his joints gurgled blood, and tears flowed from his eyes: "What if you can't escape? If you are caught, you will die on the spot!"

He regretted it, he shouldn't have run away.

"Don't listen to the little fourth brother. You are so beautiful and you are only sixteen years old. As long as we beg the sect master together, he will definitely let us go."

A cultivator couldn't help but agree: "That's right, and our legs are so injured, do we have to cut off our legs and run out? Besides, doesn't the Yuanying cultivator surnamed Xie like you very much? Please beg He might be able to take you out!"

The female cultivator said coldly, "What are you still dreaming about? Those cultivators have one set in their mouths and another in their hands. That cultivator Xie didn't even want to say his name, so he asked me to believe him?"

Cheng Anping slammed the wall hard: "What nonsense! You forgot the few people who were carried out in the morning? Since you regret it now, why did you choose to run at that time! It has come to this point, and if you stay, you will die!"

"A broken leg may not be impossible to save, life is critical!"

The round-faced cultivator screamed: "The ones who were carried out are all demons! Those who died are all demons! I'm different, I'm not a demon!"

The female cultivator shrunk the spirit sword and stuffed it into her sleeve, and said word by word, "I'd rather break the jade than the tile. Since I don't want to leave and I want to be a plaything, I don't wish you all happiness, but only wish you peace."

Cheng Anping covered his face, barely daring to look at the female cultivator's burning almond eyes.

He envied Twelve and A Yuan a lot, but he didn't dare.

He has lived for so many years, and there is nothing left but alive.

For so many years, he has only dared to work hard to live, and even now, he does not know why he lives, but he never dares to die.

...

When Xie Yun came out of the backyard, Xie Yufei and Wei Chiyuan, who had gone out earlier, did not leave, but sat in the front hall of Huichunmen.

Meng Baique was holding a roll of pills and listening to Wei Chiyuan with a calm expression.

Wei Chiyuan behaved very diligently. For a family like Wei Chiyuan, being able to marry Huichunmen is a good thing.

Meng Baique is the only daughter, and she has a good talent for cultivation. If you marry Meng Baique, you can get the support of Huichunmen. If you give birth to children in the future, maybe you can inherit Huichunmen.

Wei Chiyuan: "To say that the most beautiful female nun in Feiyincheng is none other than Fairy Meng. The girls from the six great families in Feiyincheng combined are not half as beautiful as Fairy Meng."

Meng Baique: "..."

I just wanted to contact Xie Yufei, but didn't expect to meet Wei Chiyuan, an idiot. She raised her eyes, and the corner of the light touched Xie Yufei's face, sneering in her heart.

Xie Yufei is just a little smarter than Wei Chiyuan and knows how to make himself look more like a gentleman. In terms of essence, Xie Yufei and Wei Chiyuan are a kind of person, they covet her value and ask her for it, but they don't regard her as an equal person.

In the eyes of Xie Yufei and Wei Chiyuan, she is just a cauldron that is not easy to mess with.

Meng Baique put his fingers on his knees and showed a slightly complaining smile to Xie Yufei.

Xie Yufei took the topic away, turned to alchemy, and smiled apologetically at Meng Baique.

Xie Yun passed by three sides, and from a few steps away, he could feel Meng Baique's lovelessness.

Meng Baique was a pharmacist first, a cultivator second, and a woman last. What she wanted to be praised most was her skill in refining medicine, not her face.

Talking to an idiot like Wei Chiyuan must be very angry, right?

Xie Yun pulled down his hood sympathetically, and stepped up to pass by the three of them.

It was himself who made the idea for Meng Baique to contact Xie Yufei. What if Meng Baique got angry and got mad at him? It would be better for Wei Chiyuan to face Meng Baique's anger.

Xie Yun walked briskly, and while Meng Baique didn't recognize him, he walked to the counter in two or three steps, put down a small bag of spirit stones, and took the time to slip out.

...

the next day

Although Feiyincheng is under martial law, there are still many scattered cultivators during the day because of the night patrol.

Xie Yun walked into the branch of Huichunmen and put down the sapphire card as usual.

He wears a fox mask, a sword suit, cuffs tightened, and no cape.

The mask is a mid-grade spiritual weapon and has a certain defensive ability.

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, smiled until the corners of his eyes squeezed out fine lines, nodded and bowed: "Please, please."

It takes five high-grade spirit stones for one visit. Even the disciples of the aristocratic family may not come several times in a row. It seems that this cultivator can eat the marrow and know the taste, and then he will make a fortune.

Xie Yun spit out two words: "Lead the way."

The shopkeeper got up with a smile.

The two walked down the route from yesterday, and when they reached the door of the room, Xie Yun asked with a smile, "Are there any other guests besides me today?"

The shopkeeper pushed open the door: "No. There's no business during the day, and recently Feiyin City is under martial law. Everyone is very busy, and business is fading."

A monk's faint voice came from the shopkeeper's ear: "Oh, that's a good thing."

"How can it be a good thing," the shopkeeper turned his head with a smile, "We..."

A ray of white light flashed in front of his eyes, and with his eyes open, he seemed to fall forward. Xie Yun stepped in and closed the door.

Looking at it from a distance, it seems that the shopkeeper entered the room with Xie Yun after pushing the door.

Xie Yun casually threw the shopkeeper on the ground: "I forgot to ask Meng Baique if he could kill someone, so he pretended to be crushed to death."

Xie Yun opened the sword box and drew out a three-foot-long spirit sword.

Sword Name: Shifang.

The sword of the ten directions, a top-grade spiritual weapon, is three feet long and weighs one hundred and seventy-three kilograms.

Xie Yun held the sword in one hand and swung it down in the direction of the dungeon.

The first sword opened the entire room, and the top floor of the dungeon cracked.

The second sword chopped off the entire dungeon, and the sun poured from top to bottom on the land that had not seen the sun for more than ten years.

Cheng Anping suddenly saw the sun, his eyes could hardly open, he shouted in a booming voice: "Quick-run"

Four Yujian figures rose into the air in the dust, ticking blood oozing from the wound of the furnace. They lay on the swords and fled for their lives outside the city.