At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was very angry.

"I'm not a big devil, I can't distinguish good from evil, those people down the mountain are just people who deserve to die." Xiao Ruolin retracted his sword.

But the sword box was destroyed, and his famous sword had nowhere to go.

"You want to tell me that hearing is false, seeing is true, right? But when I saw Wuxin for the first time in my early years, I already had the answer in my heart. The donor's hint..." Dajue Zen Master shook his head and said.

"You think too much, I didn't hint at anything, everything is just based on the heart, as long as they are not extremely evil, you can protect them if you want, there are no so many tricks." Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but frown.

Still hinting! He was too lazy to talk about those great principles with these monks.

There are many people who want Wuxin to stay in Beili forever, but in fact, those forces dare not really show up.

Although they want Wuxin to die, they are also afraid of Tianwaitian. No one wants to be targeted by Tianwaitian.

Xiao Ruolin blocked the first wave for Wuxin, and then blocked the second wave.

Now, only the last wave of people is left...

Dozens of cavalry have arrived at the foot of the mountain. They are the third wave of people.

They are also incomparable to other forces. They all wear yellow robes and black scarves.

One of them looked at the ruined temple and frowned slightly: "The monks of Jiulong Temple seem to have failed."

"Not only that, those forces hiding behind and only daring to send assassins have also been wiped out."

"It's good that way. A group of guys who want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, trying to use despicable means to snatch people from us, is simply overestimating their own abilities."

...

There is a city in Western Shu, which is known to have all the talents in the world and the wealth of the dynasty.

It was once the leader of the four cities, and it was Wushuang, the unrivaled Wushuang in the world.

"Wushuang, I'll trouble you later. You must snatch the monk away. Whether you can control Tianwaitian and let Wushuang City ascend to Wushuang again depends on you!" Lu Yuzhai couldn't help but cheer.

Wushuang just yawned lazily. He had no interest in such things. The reason why he did this was all for his master.

However, when Wushuang City saw the white-haired boy, everyone was stunned.

Lu Yuzhai wiped his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"Why is he here too!" Lu Yuzhai was shocked.

If this boy came to snatch people from them, let alone Wushuang, even if the city lord came, it would be difficult to suppress him.

On the other hand, Wushuang's eyes were shining. He stepped lightly on the horse's back with his toes, jumped high, and slowly landed in front of Xiao Ruolin.

"Ruolin, what a coincidence, we meet again." Wushuang scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Those who want to make friends but are introverted and have never communicated with others are almost like this, and Wushuang is no exception.

Xiao Ruolin raised his eyebrows: "Are you here to rob people too?"

Wushuang smiled honestly and nodded a little embarrassedly: "Yes, we are ordered by the city lord to go with the senior brother..."

Wushuang couldn't help but look up after not seeing the figure of the senior brother for a long time, but saw that Lu Yuzhai had turned his horse's head and left without looking back.

Wushuang was dumbfounded. He asked him to rob people just now, how could he run away in a blink of an eye?

And those senior brothers, why did they all slip away one by one, why didn't they wait for him?

"Brother Ruolin, we will see each other later, I will chase the senior brothers first." Wushuang said anxiously, and immediately set off to chase after them.

He didn't know the way. Otherwise, he would have to catch up with his new friend, even if this friend was his only wish.

…

At the foot of the mountain, the disciples of Wushuang City looked at Lu Yuzhai in front of them and asked, "Big Brother, Junior Brother Wushuang is still there. Are we really leaving like this?"

"Don't worry, he is much safer than us." Lu Yuzhai sank his face.

Only a fool would not run!

Lu Yuzhai whipped his horse whip. On the day of Meirenzhuang, they did not leave Sangu City, but planned to make some adjustments before leaving.

But they didn't expect that day to see the spectacular sight of a thousand swords floating in the air.

The long swords flying all over the sky kept making sword sounds, gathering in the air, and the sound of golden swords spread throughout Sangu City.

The momentum was so great that he once thought that the sword might have surpassed the sword fairy.

The people of Wushuang City came and went in a hurry.

After the three hundred monks of Dafenyin Temple finished the ritual, they slowly left with the abbot.

Wang Rensun carried his sword and looked up the mountain, then followed his senior brother and left the old site.

Uh...

Xiao Se was stunned. He thought today would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that all the things that were supposed to come would be

It's here, and everything that should be gone is gone.

"Monk Wuxin, I seriously suspect that you brought me and Lei Wujie with you, and your actual purpose is for the bodyguard Ruolin." Xiao Se looked at Wuxin beside him with suspicion.

Wuxin couldn't help but sneer and said, "How is it possible? It's just that this result is a bit unexpected."

In fact, Wuxin didn't expect why he had such a smooth day today. He thought he was in danger of death, but he didn't expect that everyone had been beaten to death.

"Wuxin, you can go home! No one can stop you anymore." Lei Wujie said.

He was sincerely happy for Wuxin, but suddenly he remembered his identity.

He was a disciple of Xueyue City who had not yet passed the door, and his duty was to escort Wuxin back to Xueyue City.

However, just as he was struggling, everyone suddenly raised their heads and suddenly felt three powerful auras appearing in the sky.

If it wasn't the white-haired fairy and purple-clothed marquis in the beauty manor before, who else could it be?

Seeing these two, Wuxin finally sighed.

Xiao Ruolin jumped and landed in front of the three people, looking at the two people.

There was another person behind the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis. The person had his hands behind his back and was wearing long flowing black clothes.

Under everyone's defensive faces, the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis floated in front of Wuxin.

Wuxin greeted him with some shame, like a child who had done something wrong: "Uncle Mo, Uncle Yu Ji."

"Humph! You ran away when you saw us, and you still recognize us two uncles?" The Purple-robed Marquis snorted coldly.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the long-flying black clothes behind him, and said indifferently: "I will take the person away, will Xueyue City regret it?"

"Who is this person? Why did the white-haired man ask for his opinion?" Lei Wujie bumped Xiao Se's shoulder and asked puzzledly.

Xiao Se frowned slightly, his expression solemn: "The world's number one gun user, the gun fairy Sikong Changfeng."