Song Yao looked aggrieved.

Xie Jinyan turned around and ran outside Sifangzhai. He was stopped by Lu Yubao after running two steps. "Sir Xie Second Young Master!"

Xie Jinyan stopped and looked back at Lu Yubao: "So what's wrong?"

Lu Yubao: "We will go up the mountain with Mr. Xie."

"Why?" Xie Jinyan was confused. He met by chance and had a fight. Could it be that he came to help Biquan Villa?

Lu Yubao coughed dryly: "Well, let's calculate the losses of Sifangzhai."

"What?!" Xie Jinyan rolled his eyes: "It would be better to ask Boss Wang to send it to Biquan Villa another day, and Xie will not be able to pay the bill."

Lu Yubao coughed again: "Boss Wang has transferred Sifangzhai to Lu, so why not go up the mountain together."

Xie Jinyan glared at Lu Yubao: "When did it become yours?"

Lu Yubao calmed down and said, "Just just now."

Xie Jinyan: "..."

The pride of the emperor Xie Jinyan felt the sinister hearts for the first time in his life.

Bai Luo walked forward and pressed Song Yao's shoulder. Song Yao suddenly felt that his strength had been pulled away and screamed.

Xie Jinyan frowned: "Why are you doing to hurt my disciples in Biquan Villa?!"

Bai Luo took Hu Po back into his palm and said coldly: "He has evil spirits on his body. This evil spirit is like poison, which will disrupt people's minds. Let's go, you can't beat them alone."

Although Xie Jinyan was inconsistent with Bai Luo, he knew that Bai Luo's strength was extraordinary. If it were as Song Yao said, even his father and the lord of Biquan Villa were brought down, he would not be able to deal with it alone.

But Xie Jinyan felt that asking for help from a woman was not in line with his identity as a pride of heaven, so he put on a face that neither refused nor invited, which was very meaningful, "If you want to come, come."

Bai Luo was not polite, and was very generous and did not care about his attitude, even stepping out of Sifangzhai before Xie Jinyan.

Xie Jinyan sighed and quickly walked out of the tavern and threw out his sword Tianqi: "Tianqi, show!"

The body of Tianqi's sword suddenly widened to four feet. Xie Jinyan was very proud of his sword-controlling skills. Although time did not allow him to perform well in front of Bai Luo, he felt that being able to widen the body of the sword four feet could already show his strength. He made a proud gesture: "Miss Bai, please."

Bai Luo: "Ha."

Bai Luo pinched a Feng character Scripture with his fingertips, and whipped it casually. A strong wind rose from the ground, and steadily supported Bai Luo to fly into the air.

Xie Jinyan stared at Bai Luo standing in the air with a stunned look like a god. Compared to his actions just now, he seemed to be mentally retarded, and his face suddenly looked bad.

Just when Xie Jinyan couldn't get out of Taiwan, Xie Jinyan's Tianqin sword moved slightly.

Lu Yubao climbed onto Xie Jinyan's Tianqi sword with his hands and feet, and squatted down and hugged the sword: "Young Master Xie, please lead the way."

Seeing Lu Yubao's cowardly appearance, Bai Luo rolled his eyes and left first.

Before entering Biquan Villa, Xie Jinyan smelled a strong smell of blood. Xie Jinyan secretly complained that it was not good enough to even collect the sword. He jumped down from the Tianqi sword and rushed into the villa.

As soon as Xie Jinyan rushed into the door, he saw his father Xie Bonian sitting on the ground, his right arm was covered in blood, and his injuries were not severe, but his face looked ugly.

It was almost the same as the elders in the villas around his father.

The wind had two people standing opposite each other, one black and one white in their eyes, and their robes were flying in the dark red wind. Bai Luo looked directly at the young monk with her blue pupils, and her other hand pressed on the young man's pulse without saying a word.

Bai Luo's expression changed slightly. This young monk was actually a natural Buddha bone spirit bead! However, the spirit bead in his body was not among the five elements, but a red spirit bead.

The Red Spirit Pearl is owned by the Demon Clan. Since the Tianyuan Battle 5,000 years ago, the Demon Clan has been driven back to the underworld. The Demon Clan who is wandering in the human world has long been cleaned up. And now, such a Red Spirit Pearl appears in the world?

What’s even more strange is that such a red spirit pearl actually grows in the Buddha’s bones. Buddha and demons are never compatible.

When the young monk saw Bai Luo reaching out to his spirit core, he panicked and was about to pull his hand back, but Bai Luo tightly pinched his wrist.

The young monk's thin lips were as white as blood, and he said tremblingly: "Let go!"

Bai Luo's eyes stern: "Little bald donkey, do you want to die, do you?"

After saying that, Bai Luo's left hand was golden light and prosperous: "Tiger Soul, Wind Blade!"

The young monk suddenly felt that the wind around him turned into countless sharp blades, rubbing through his cheeks.

The young monk opened his phoenix eyes slightly widened. The wind blade did not hurt him, but flew towards the dozens of disciples lying on the ground in the hall. These sharp blades nailed dozens of disciples to the ground, and blood flowed out from their wrists and ankles.

The blood of dozens of disciples immediately dyed the ground of Biluotang blood red.

Bai Luo looked at the young monk sarcastically: "Little bald donkey, it is more effective than your evil spirit."

The young monk frowned and looked at Bai Luo, and seemed to disagree with Bai Luo's approach.

Bai Luo raised his chin: "Little bald donkey, why don't you take away your evil spirit?"

The young monk's wrist was locked by Bai Luo and he looked at Bai Luo calmly.

If it weren't for the trace of blood oozing out of the corner of the young monk's mouth, Bai Luo really believed in the young monk's peace. Bai Luo said, "Can't you hold back the evil spirit?"

The young monk's face was calm and he said "hmm" from his nose.

Haha, this little bald donkey can't even contain his evil spirit. Bai Luo looked at the young monk with contempt: "Little bald donkey, are you facial paralysis?"

The young monk raised his dark eyes and looked at Bai Luo. He turned his wrists that were pinned by Bai Luo were a little impatiently.

"Ha, the little bald donkey has a stubborn temper. Haven't the Buddha taught you to be polite to your elders?"

The young monk looked up again at this elder who looked only two or three years older than him.

Bai Luo said lazily: "But there is no time to care about you now, please wait."

After saying that, the young monk felt a pure spiritual current coming out of his wrist, and the manic in his body was slowly soothed.

Bai Luo pinched his wrist and poured spiritual power into the young monk's body.

The wind curtain gradually faded, and the blood from the Biluo Hall dripped down the stairs.

When Xie Jinyan saw the scene in Biluo Hall, he was shocked: "Uncle Master! Junior Brother!"

Xie Jinyan looked up again and saw the young monk and Bai Luo’s wrists intersecting, but he didn’t see who was controlling whom. He subconsciously shouted: “Monster Monk! Let go of Miss Bai!”

Bai Luo: "...Xie Jinyan, are you blind?!"

Xie Jinyan was puzzled for a moment and said again: "Miss Bai, please let go of that monk?"
Chapter completed!