Immortal Voices Chapter 116: Rescued

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Rong Xian restrained her subconsciously avoiding behavior. After all, Doctor Rong is just an ordinary person who fights against the five scums. If she really hides, doesn't she tell the old woman that she has a problem?

She was stunned, and she was beaten on the chest by crutches as if she had no time to react.

"Hmm!" Rong Xian fell to the ground with a sullen snoring, a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat, a mouthful of blood came out, and his face was pale and transparent.

"Toast and not eat or drink fine wine." The old woman held the flying stick again and said coldly: "Say."

She seemed to believe that Rong Xian and Xixin had met Lord, but she couldn't make any sense. After all, there are so many people in the world, why don't the people of Wuxinya say that others have the breath of the heart and master but it is her, so it's no wonder that the old woman only stares at her.

Rong Xian's voice was faint, and her expression was extremely dim: "I don't know that person, and the predecessor killed me. If you don't know, you don't know."

The old woman was so angry that she could only deal with such a stubborn person.

The old woman loosened her hand again, and the crutches carrying Li Feng slammed into Rong Xian again.

Rong Xian coughed twice, lying on the ground unable to move, watching the crutch about to hit him, but was smashed by a piece of silver.

At the same time, a very angry voice sounded: "A person of this age has to care about a little baby. This is a bit of a price drop."

Rong Xian looked sideways, only to see a middle-aged man in a brocade robe standing in front of her, and said in a displeased tone.

It finally appeared.

Rong Xian must be certain that this person has been secretly never making any moves, and he has to wait for the old woman to make a ruthless move before he appears.

Who is he?

Having been in the dark, I intend to see the old woman’s cultivation level clearly and then take action at a critical moment, or... I want to use the old woman’s mouth to ask something he wants to know, and wait until I really can’t ask anything. Just shot?

No matter who this person is, since he was hiding in the dark and watching her being severely injured, she immediately put this person on the list of vigilance, intending to let her subordinates check it out.

To be honest, Rong Xian is still a little angry with this man. If it weren't for this man's hidden dark place, she would have taken care of this old woman long ago, how could she have been injured.

Rong Xian was a bit miserable at this time, but Shen Jiuliu ran into a few Yan Fei.

He stared at the group of people sternly, holding the sword tightly in his hand, as if ready to shoot at any time.

Qu Qianqian took two steps forward, smiling charmingly and enchanting, and asked softly: "This little brother, everyone is going to the village. You can go together. Can't you stop us? Domineering looks won’t be liked by women."

Shen Jiuliu was about to say something, but stopped there.

There is a breathtaking power between the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in front of her, which makes the person who meets those eyes irresistibly drawn into the abyss, wanting to follow her, want to obey her, want to love her...

Shen Jiuliu frowned, and the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows became more and more red. His whole body was cold and cold. He raised his sword and pointed at Qu Qianqian, his voice did not contain the slightest emotion: "The demon girl."

It's so confusing, it's not a witch!

Qu Qianqian giggled, she had already come to Shen Jiuliu during the transition period. She dangled from in front of Shen Jiuliu, and when he turned around, she dangled from the other side: "Brother, you are so funny. , People like your incomprehensible ice cube."

Shen Jiuliu still has no expression on his face, but his cold eyes are even more icy. He holds the sword tightly, and his moves are full of immortality. Every sword move is breathtakingly beautiful, as if not Things in the world, even this murderous intent is so beautiful that people can't bear to refuse.

Qu Qianqian's face changed slightly, and she felt that she had kicked the iron plate. The person in front of me is obviously much stronger than her. For the sake of her life, she hurriedly shouted: "Yan Fei, come and help."

Yan Fei flicked the whip on her waist and attacked Shen Jiuliu aggressively, and she said, "You owe me a favor."

Qu Qianqian's hair was cut by Jian Qi, her face turned pale in fright, and she hurriedly said: "Oh, owe, owe."

Xiao Wan stood aside nervously watching the fight, and occasionally cared about whether Xia Bai Changyue was uncomfortable.

Speaking of the mountain, it was only after Si Xin brought her big brother to find that the whole mountain was empty.

"Huh? Where did Master go?" Sixin asked strangely.

Yangming looked down at the mountain, he sensed Master's sword energy, his body flickered, and he immediately turned into sword light and headed towards the center of the village.

"Hey, big brother, wait for me." Si Xin also hurriedly followed.

Outside the martial arts training ground, the old woman was blocked by the middle-aged man. Rong Xian took out a healing pill and stuffed it into her mouth. The vitality in the wooden spirit orb turned and her complexion improved a lot.

She pretended that her injury was stabilized by the pill, and she stood up and was not half embarrassed, as if the previous bad state did not exist at all.

She owed her body to the middle-aged man, and her expression was full of gratitude: "Thank you for this senior's life-saving grace. I don't know the name of the senior. In a few days, Rong Xian will definitely visit the master to thank him."

The man laughed. Although his eyes were still fixed on the old woman, he spoke to Rong Xian.

"The little girl is quite polite, no thanks, go back and tell the old-fashioned Tsinghua guy, he owes me a favor." The man's tone was full of teasing.

Rong Xian took his words very seriously, and asked stubbornly: "Senior, I have already remembered. I wonder if you have anything else to bring Rong Xian to Master?"

The man choked, and put his sleeves in disgust: "It's gone, you go quickly, just like that boring fellow your master, it's not fun at all."

Rong Xian blinked, her phoenix eyes are clean and gentle, but the man who strongly disagrees with the eyes can still clearly feel that his body is stiff, why, what?

"Senior, Master is not boring, nor stereotypical." Rong Xian retorted seriously.

The man became so angry that he slapped the person away and whispered: "It's not cute."

With this power, the figure of Rong Xian, who had left the lock of the old woman, turned around in the air, and she had landed steadily on the ground.

She patted the dust on her body, took out the veil and wiped the blood from her mouth, her eyes were as deep as an abyss.

The palm flame ignited, and the veil was directly burned clean.

Rong Xian walked back indifferently. She didn't seem to be walking fast, but in a blink of an eye she was not far from the man and the old woman.

The man didn't know that Rong Xian was back again. In his perception, there were only him and this old woman.

He no longer concealed himself, the harmless and honest aura all over his body changed drastically in an instant, deep and thick, powerful and unpredictable.

The old woman on the opposite side was already locked in by this aura and dared not move. Now that the overwhelming pressure came out, she suddenly felt desperate.

She panicked and shouted: "Who are you? Why isn't such a powerful force being attracted by the holy mountain?"