Ling Muyun nodded, immediately jumped down to the attic, pulled the bench before and sat down. He closed his eyes and used his exercises. The water vapor on his body suddenly evaporated, like a steamer, but it was evaporating the moisture on his clothes with strong internal force. After a while, the clothes that were originally soaked inside and outside were evaporated. Apart from a slight wrinkle, it was impossible to tell that they had been soaked in water before.

At the same time, Wang Yuyan and the three girls upstairs were in trouble. It turned out that although the three girls felt that they had some strength, they realized that changing clothes, which they thought was simple, was so difficult at this time. The three girls worked together, supported me and helped each other, and finally took off each other's wet clothes, but they were exhausted and panting. They had to help each other and tried their best to wipe the rain on their bodies.

When they thought of Ling Muyun sitting downstairs, the three of them were naked in the attic, only two or three feet apart. Even the sound of their clothes changing was afraid that each other could hear them. The three girls felt shy and wanted to change their clothes immediately. However, after the poisonous one was really powerless and could not come even if they were anxious.

In fact, it was not only the three women, but Ling Muyun was sitting downstairs, listening to the rustling sound of the three women changing their clothes and wiping their bodies. Thinking about the three naked and tender bodies emitting an attractive youthful atmosphere on the attic that was close to them, Ling Muyun's heart was also hot. She forced herself to endure it and did not exude her spiritual power and peep at the three women.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound of horse hooves, and more than ten riders rushed towards the mill. Ling Muyun had the best ears and was the first to hear it. He hurriedly stood up and said, "Mistress Yuyan, Azhu Abi, there are pursuers coming. Have you put on your clothes?"

The three girls upstairs were shocked when they heard Ling Muyun's words, and then they also heard the sound of horse hooves. They couldn't help but be shocked and anxious. Wang Yuyan said anxiously: "Brother Ling, I... we haven't put on our clothes yet, what should I do?"

Ling Muyun said, "Don't panic, hide behind the rice, I will block the enemy under the attic and prevent them from going up."

In panic, Azhu and the other three lost their temper, so they quickly agreed, took their clothes and hid behind the rice piled up in the attic.

The horse came so fast. As the few people talked, the sound of horse hooves had reached outside the mill gate. Someone heard someone shouting: "This horse belongs to us, that boy and the three girls must be hiding here."

Then he heard another person say, "That kid has a very hard hand, everyone must be careful."

The person who spoke before said, "What are you afraid of? He was also hit by the tragic and refreshing wind poison of our Yipintang. I don't believe that he has nothing to do. I am afraid that he can't even walk, and can he still fight with us?"

Another calm voice said: "Be careful, no big mistakes, don't make any contributions, but you lose your life, that's not worth it!"

The speaker seemed to be the leader. After he spoke, the rest of the people agreed and stopped arguing.

Then, with a "bang", the mill's plate gate was kicked open, and three or four Western Xia warriors had already rushed in. Several people saw Ling Muyun who had just stood up from the bench at a glance, and immediately cheered in unison: "The person is here!"

When the Western Xia warriors outside heard this, they all rushed in and surrounded Ling Muyun. One of them, wearing yellow clothes and a leather hat, seemed to be the leader, came forward to bow to Ling Muyun and said, "Young Master, my general attaches great importance to you very much. He is here to come and invite you. Please follow us."

It was the one who was speaking outside the door before. Although he was quite smooth, his tone was somewhat strange. He was obviously a Xixia native.

Ling Muyun smiled coldly: "Want to invite me? Then ask Helian Tieshu to come in person. You little shrimps are not enough!"

The faces of the Western Xia warriors changed suddenly, and they placed their hands on their weapons, as if they could rush forward to fight Ling Muyun at any time.

Anyone who is underestimated so much is probably unbearable. What's more, these people are all martial arts masters collected from all over the world by the First Pintang of Xixia. Each of them has a lot of skills and naturally have a bigger temper. If Ling Muyun had not been too popular in the apricot forest before, these people knew that he was strong and was afraid, they would have pounced on him long ago.

The head warrior leader also changed his expression, but he did not touch the weapons like others. Instead, he suppressed his anger and said, "We know that you are very good at martial arts, but I don't know that after you have smelled the sad and refreshing breeze of our Yipintang, how much of your skill is left?"

"If you want to know? Then I will let you see it!"

Ling Muyun laughed a long time, and suddenly jumped forward and rushed towards the head of the Western Xia warrior. The Western Xia warrior was shocked and hurriedly drew his sword to protect him, and at the same time he couldn't help but take a step back.

Unexpectedly, Ling Muyun's target was not actually him at all. He rushed halfway through and suddenly turned towards a Han warrior who used the sword. The Han warrior was shocked and quickly tried to protect himself. However, as soon as the move moved, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The sword in his hand had been seized by the other party. Then a cold light flashed in front of him, a cold neck chilled, and his eyes turned black and he knew nothing.

The murder and sword were completed in one go. Ling Muyun was about to start a killing attack when he suddenly saw another Xixia warrior coming outside the door. He saw that this man was of medium figure and his clothes were no different from the other Xixia warriors. His face was sallow and expressionless, as if he was like a dead person. Ling Muyun had experience and could tell at a glance that the man was obviously wearing a human skin mask.

As soon as this masked warrior appeared, Ling Muyun felt a faint sense of threat.

"Is it him?"

Ling Muyun's heart moved, deliberately slowed down his speed a little, suppressed his own skills to 50%, and then he rushed towards the remaining Xixia warriors.

At the same time, he also radiated his spiritual power, spreading it like a spider web, and putting everything within three meters of radius into control, so as not to be taken advantage of by others. He paid more attention to the masked warrior wearing a human skin mask.

However, when he used the mental power field, the entire mill was included in his exploration scope. The body of the three women who were almost naked in the attic, who were hiding behind the rice pile, was immediately "seeing" by Ling Muyun. Looking at the young bodies of the three women who were seductive and criminal, Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel excited. A different kind of stimulation arose in his heart, and for a moment, even the enemy in front of him was forgotten.

"Brother Ling, be careful!"
Chapter completed!