The knights of the Guardian Army noticed the eyes of these farmers.
They are angry.
We represent the temple and justice in the world.
Saved you under the horse thief's butcher knife. It's nothing more than not being grateful. How dare you still hate
Some escorts even drew their swords, trying to teach these untouchables who don't know the sky and the earth, don't know how to thank the temple.
The commander of the Guardian Army stopped them.
"Why do you have to breathe with the ants? Harvest the spoils." The commander glanced at the farmer indifferently, showing a contemptuous smile.
The knife used by the escort army to harvest trophies is another one. It is exquisite like a work of art. It feels like it should be displayed in the gallery instead of cutting people's heads.
The blade was sharp, and the horse thief's head was separated from the corpse with one stroke.
Each escort cavalry carried a pocket, and threw it directly into the bag after the head was cut. Soon the bag was stained with blood, and the viscous blood leaked out and fell on the grassland tick by tick.
In the near future, this grassland will grow again.
However, the blood will last forever.
The cavalry leader drove the horse slowly into the camp. His eyes never fell on any untouchable. However, when a untouchable spit on him, the commander also drew his knife.
when!
The swords collided, sparks splashed.
"Why stop it." The commander looked at the disciple of Dingjian Pavilion who appeared in front of him indifferently: "The commander taught the two untouchables, should Dingjian Pavilion also stop it?"
Heng Lingdong didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, looking at her silently, the long sword was always crossed in front of his chest, as long as the commander took the sword again, she would stop again.
Silence is the best attitude.
"Hmph, it's okay, killing them will dirty my knife. Call out your chief, I have something to ask." The commander said proudly, while his eyes were searching for the shadow in the camp.
Before launching the general offensive, he had seen that shadow.
Sword idiot Ling Zhaoyan.
Sword Saint Ye Xin's personal disciple, the next pavilion master of Dingjian Pavilion.
It must be an extremely wonderful thing to be able to stand in front of such a person.
The Juggernaut has never looked down upon the temple. If Dingjian Pavilion's face is smashed through this matter, perhaps after returning, the priest will reward himself severely.
However, she was not in the camp when she got Qianying.
Could it be dead
Impossible, the disciple of Juggernaut is not so easy to die.
Heng Lingdong still didn't speak, but turned his head and walked to the only intact carriage in the camp.
The leader snorted and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the knife.
…
In the carriage, Ling Zhaoyan was coughing up blood.
The backlash of aura is very painful.
In order to save Zhou Fei, she used sword skills that she could not currently control.
And he only used half of the trick.
If it is a complete sword skill, the leader of the horse thief will undoubtedly die.
However, even with only half of the move, the power was quite terrifying, and it also bought Zhou Fei the most precious little time.
Zhou Fei is very grateful to himself before.
When he has a waste material spot, he likes to buy more copies of everything he buys, enjoying the feeling of a nouveau riche.
Now those things come in handy.
After taking out a healing pill for Ling Zhaoyan to take, Zhou Fei started rummaging in the carriage.
"What are you looking for?" Ling Zhaoyan's complexion was still pale, and his words seemed a little lacklustre.
"Look for something that can make your complexion look better." Zhou Fei flipped through it for a long time and finally found a half box of rouge.
Ling Zhaoyan became more and more confused.
"What do you want to do with this stuff? I never use it. This half box of rouge is from Miao Miao, but she also stole it from Senior Sister Heng Lingdong." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei didn't expect that there would be so many stories in a box of rouge, and he couldn't help being amused for a while.
He doesn't know how to make-up, so he can only pass the rouge over and let Ling Zhaoyan spend it by himself.
Ling Zhaoyan also doesn't know how to make up.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Just then Heng Lingdong opened the curtain and walked in. He saw that the two of them were actually putting on half a box of rouge, and the half box of rouge looked a little familiar: "Pavilion Master, isn't this my rouge?"
Ling Zhaoyan subconsciously wanted to throw the rouge out.
Zhou Fei snatched it over, and then squeezed it into Heng Lingdong's arms: "Give your young pavilion master make-up. Look good."
Heng Lingdong looked dazed, blinked and skipped the topic: "Young Master Zhou, Young Pavilion Master, the commander of the Temple Cavalry wants to see you."
Ling Zhaoyan snorted: "He is embarrassed to come and help me out, I want to see what he wants to say."
Zhou Fei stood in the door and said solemnly: "First
make up. "
Heng Ling Dong is anxious: "Young Master Zhou, when is this, what are you doing?"
Zhou Fei said: "We need a healthy, ruddy-looking sword idiot, not a sword idiot who looks dying."
Heng Lingdong didn’t know why, Ling Zhaoyan’s eyes rolled around and she understood, but she felt that Zhou Fei was alarmist: "They dare not?"
"Is there anything in the entire Great Wilderness that the temple does not dare to do? People's mentality is hard to guess. I can only speculate on those people's thoughts with the greatest malice. What if they really go crazy? If you are healthy, They will have a lot of scruples. If you are injured, the evil in their hearts will be released like a hungry wolf." Zhou Fei said.
Ling Zhaoyan nodded: "Okay, Lingdong will make up for me."
Heng Lingdong still didn't understand very much, but since the Young Pavilion Master had ordered it, she naturally wouldn't violate it.
After applying rouge and faintly traced his eyebrows, Ling Zhaoyan's complexion really changed immediately.
Then she and Heng Lingdong got out of the carriage, and Zhou Fei continued to stay on the carriage to adjust her breath.
The horse thief commanded and waited a little impatiently, and Ling Zhaoyan finally appeared.
Sure enough, it is a sword idiot.
It's just that her complexion is different from what she imagined.
Rumor has it that sword infatuation is no more than the pinnacle of the Six Consciousness Realm, but the previous sword skill must be a master of the Divine Hidden Realm to be able to perform it.
Leapfrogging sword skills will surely be backlashed by aura.
But Ling Zhaoyan looked like a okay person.
Could it be that she has already entered the Seven-Star Realm
Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the cavalry commander at this moment.
"Are you looking for me?" Ling Zhaoyan came to the front of the cavalry commander and said lightly.
The cavalry commander sat on the horse and bowed a salute, saying, "It turned out to be the lord of the Dingjian Pavilion, and he was disrespectful."
Heng Lingdong was not convinced, and said, "Are the people in the temple so ignorant of the rules? The young pavilion master came in person, and you can't even get a horse!"
The cavalry commander frowned, his eyes a little cold.
Ling Zhaoyan said: "Sister Lingdong, don't care about these red tapes. The temple guards rescued us. We should be grateful for Dade. How dare you ask for other things?"
This sounded like a flattery, but in fact it was a curse.
Heng Lingdong also didn't expect that his Young Pavilion Master would cut it in black.
But inexplicably cool.
It should have been so long ago.
(End of this chapter)