A wilderness path, a lonely grave.

"Is this the tomb of Uncle Sun?"

The beautiful sun is like fire, but the mountains are not dry and hot. There is a clear breeze coming from the wild forest next to the road.

A woman stood in front of the grave, wearing a common man, but she couldn't hide her beauty. Her long black hair was draped over her head, and there was only a wooden hairpin on her head. There was sadness on her simple face.

"Qingqing, we want to avenge Uncle Sun!"

Behind the woman, there were three or five young people standing, each of them sad, and some even shed tears.

The weapons they held were different, including swords, swords and hammers, but only women, empty-handed and unarmed.

"Uncle Sun has raised me. I have to repay this revenge. Who did it? "

"We have investigated it clearly! It's that old bastard Li Bi!"

The woman turned around and looked at her subordinates with a sad face behind her, as if she was a little surprised.

"Li Bi has always wanted to use my Dongyang Sect, why did he kill Uncle Sun?"

"Li Bi used Uncle Sun to assassinate Yang Xian. After the defeat, Yang Xian led his troops to surround the Li Mansion. Uncle Sun was in the Li Mansion at that time, Li Bi killed Uncle Sun in order not to let Yang Xian get the handle."

"Li Bi!"

After knowing the truth, the woman clenched her fists. A trace of hair fell from her fair face. Although the woman was dressed as an ordinary mountain village woman, her temperament was like a white peony, extraordinary.

But this peony seems to be dyed with blood at this moment, and there is a sense of evil spirit all over his body.

"Since this is the case, how can Uncle Sun be buried in peace?"

This woman knew very well how these officials in the government dealt with the remnants of the way of heaven. She had been used to seeing each other since she was a child. After her uncles and brothers around her were caught, they were either corpses in the wilderness or beheaded the city gate.

"this..."

"What's going on?"

His subordinates stuttered, which aroused the woman's curiosity.

"It's Yang Xian! He said Uncle Sun was a righteous man, so he was buried!"

After hearing this, the woman's expression became a little strange, as if she was patient. And the Dongyang scholars around her also flashed their faces, and they did not dare to look up at the woman.

"My Dongyang scholars will repay their grudges and repay their kindness. They will never owe everyone favors. Especially the favors of the Yang clan, I will not owe them!"

"The leader's grudges are clear, which is really admirable!"

A clear voice came, and the voice spread out, clearly entering the ears of the Dongyang scholars. Yang Xian's figure gradually entered the eyes of everyone, and a group of Dongyang scholars took out their weapons one after another, as if facing a great enemy.

"Who are you?"

"Yang Xian!"

The woman's face suddenly changed, and her figure was like light smoke. She arrived at a distance of hundreds of steps.

Yang Xian was motionless, watching the woman's breath changing with her hands, condensed and fused into a white flame, rushing towards him.

"Alchemist?"

The white flame seemed ordinary, neither hot nor bursting. But Yang Xian knew very well that the power of the flame would be as powerful as his current cultivation level.

The spear was like a dragon, stabbed out from behind Yang Xian and lifted the white flames. Yang Ping held the spear and escorted Yang Xian in front of him.

There was a burnt smell in the air, and Yang Xian thought to himself that fortunately this woman had not been able to practice Bai Lihuo at home, otherwise he would have to explain here.

With Yang Ping's appearance, dozens of Yang's family soldiers rushed out of the forest, and they were holding powerful crossbows.

What Yang Ping learned is a heritage of the army. In the game, this sect requires disciples to work hard to nourish their muscles and bones, nourish their flesh and blood, and practice the most strong and strong external skills.

However, because we do not practice internal alchemy, the master level masters of this lineage are much less than other factions, and the cultivation of general successors is also higher than that of many other factions. Not everyone can survive the long torment of squeezing muscles and bones, and not everyone has such perseverance.

Despite this, the army is still quite terrifying. Their characteristics are that they have low entry requirements and low individual qualities. However, many ants eat elephants and form formations to fight against enemies, and no one can stand it.

Especially with the powerful crossbow in hand, besieging these people in the world is even more powerful.

The crossbow team in Yang Xian’s hand has not been fully formed, but it is enough to deal with the current situation.

The woman glanced at Yang Ping beside Yang Xian, with murderous intent in her eyes. "Yang Zizhan, do you think I can't kill you?"

Yang Xian smiled, "The leader can naturally kill me, but are you not worried about the safety of his subordinates?"

The woman did not lie. With her strength, she did have the ability to kill Yang Xian. Even with Yang Ping, it would be the same. She was not a general like Yang Ping when dealing with the alchemist.

However, Yang Xian's crossbow team was behind him. Although the woman could kill him, the five subordinates brought by the woman would never go down the mountain alive.

The woman glanced behind her and looked at Yang Xian again, but the murderous intent was even hotter. Yang Ping held the spear tightly in his hand, and his tiger eyes stared at the woman's every move. The situation was extremely tense.

"Yang Xian, you are not afraid of death in front of you!"

"Hahahaha! I, Yang Zizhan, aren't you a greedy person who is afraid of death!"

Yang Xian laughed loudly and was extremely generous. Of course, Yang Xian was afraid of death. Even if the woman really took action, he would have prepared a route to escape.

Admiration from Ye Qingqing is 66

Admiration from Yang Ping is 166

Admiration value from Dongyang scholars 266

Admiration from Yang's family soldiers is 366

Looking at the positive emotional gains in the reflection of the starry sky, Yang Xian understood that he was temporarily safe.

The murderous intent suddenly stopped, and the woman put down her vigilant posture.

"Yang Xian, I won't kill you today! After I pay back the favor I owe you, I will ask you for my life!"

Ye Qingqing turned around, ignored Yang Xian, and prepared to leave.

"The leader stays there, don't you want to know why Yang is here today?"

Ye Qingqing stopped but did not turn around. Seeing this, Yang Xian continued, "I came today to cooperate with the leader!"

This space was silent for a moment, and Ye Qingqing finally turned around with a smile on her face.

However, this smile is not as bright as March's spring, but it is filled with endless sarcasm and hatred.

"Your grandfather Yang Ci destroyed me and inherited the way of heaven, killed my leader, and killed countless disciples. Your father Yang Zhong trapped my Master Fu, imprisoned my Dharma protector, and forced my disciples to go up the mountain to be a bandit. Since my Dongyang Cult entered Sichuan, ten Dharma protectors and hundreds of Dharma protectors have been broken into his hands. Do you think we can still cooperate?"

"The hatred is like the sea, and there is no possibility of cooperation! The leader and Li Bi are in charge of the army. Isn't it just that he wants to rescue the former leader of the Dongyang Sect, your father Ye Dongyang? Li Bi can't help you, and he has never thought of helping you. And I can!"

Ye Qingqing's face changed a few times, she looked at Yang Xian and asked, "What do you want?"
Chapter completed!