The third prince turned around and saw that the two subordinates suddenly fell straight to the ground, life and death were unknown.

Suddenly, a white light shot out angrily and rushed towards his eyebrows.

When Qianjun made a single shot, he rushed to the side and barely avoided.

Even so, he was still a step slower, and white light flew past his cheek, cutting a hole in his face, and blood flowed.

"#￥#＊#." The third prince cursed.

At this moment, a figure walked towards him, and it was the man who had just been driven to the foot of the mountain by him.

Ye Xiong was a little regretful. He originally wanted to kill the other party quietly, but he didn't expect that before the death of the third prince and his subordinates, he still alarmed him.

As a man trained in special forces, he will never let a woman be ignored in front of him. The reason why he chose to leave was to secretly get a shot and kill the other party.

He saw that these three men from the gods were the cultivation families abroad, similar to the Immortal Sect, but were just outside the country.

There were three people on the other side, and the third prince was no lower than his level and was familiar with manipulating flames. He was not sure to defeat the three, so he chose to attack.

After the third prince escaped from death, he was furious and suddenly took out a piece of bamboo and silk from his body and threw it into the air.

He kept chanting in his mouth, and the inscription on the bamboo and silk body flowed, and suddenly turned into a huge fire lotus and flew towards Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong was shocked. The bamboo should be similar to the talismans of China. He did not expect that it would produce such great power. If it was swallowed by the flames, there would be only a dead end.

At the critical moment of life and death, he ran as fast as possible.

Although the true energy in his body was not there, his physical fitness was still there. Before the flames came, he could barely escape from the range of the flames and escape from death.

Ye Xiong threw the inscription dagger in the air, sacred a sword shadow clone, and shot towards the third prince.

The only magic he knows now is this sword shadow clone, and there are no talismans on his body, so he is very disadvantageous when fighting.

This guy is the third prince of the gods. He must have a lot of good things on him. If he continues to fight for a long time, he will only suffer more and more losses.

Ye Xiong quickly approached while controlling the sword shadow clone attack.

Most cultivators have very weak melee strength. If they can get close to them, they will have a great chance to kill him.

The third prince was concerned about the sword shadow and kept dodging, but the sword shadow was entangled with him like an unjust soul, and he couldn't get rid of it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly threw him to the ground.

Ye Xiong started work left and right, punched him hard, and beat him up a few times, making him angry.

Taking advantage of his confusion, Ye Xiong pulled out his dagger and slashed it into his heart.

The dagger was blocked by the palm of the third prince and passed by.

The third prince screamed, blocking the dagger tightly, preventing it from being inserted into his heart.

"Go to die."

Ye Xiong pressed hard, and the dagger fell again and inserted a few centimeters into the third prince's chest.

The third prince screamed, keeping his mouth chanting.

Suddenly, the two men's bodies burned.

"Die together."

The third prince said in a bad Chinese language, and a trace of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth, which was very cold.

"You go and die first!"

Before Ye Xiong could react, a big stone hit the third prince's head, bloody and bloody.

The third prince loosened his hand and inserted his dagger directly, passing through his chest.

The flames weakened, and Ye Xiong jumped up quickly and took off his clothes. He finally put out the fire.

Wen Qingqing looked at the third prince lying tightly on the ground, half of his face was covered in blood by his own stone, and she burst into tears with a fright.

Escape from death and excessive frightening made her almost collapse.

Ye Xiong walked over, picked up a bottle of water from the ground, and drank it in big mouthfuls.

"Drink a little water." He handed over another bottle of water.

Wen Qingqing wanted to take action, but found that she was weak and the water bottle fell to the ground with a bang.

Ye Xiong then realized that her face was flushed, and her blush spread all the way to her neck, her chest was torn open, and her skin became pink. Her eyes looked at her very hot, and she gently opened her red lips. Ye Xiong was so familiar with her.

Tang Ning had been drugged before, and she looked like this.

"Save me, I feel so uncomfortable."

Wen Qingqing gasped and looked at him eagerly.

Ye Xiong wanted to help her up, but who knew that before she could touch her, she rushed over and wrapped herself in her tightly, tangling her like a water snake.

Wen Qingqing's medicine was invasive at this moment, and he didn't care about shame. He had only one thought, which was to find a man to entangle him tightly.

Suddenly, she felt that she was slapped hard on her head and fainted.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but Wen Qingqing woke up slowly.

She jumped up from the ground and found that her clothes were in good condition, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Next to it, the man was packing up the silver needle.

"You saved me?" Wen Qingqing asked.

"I used the silver needle to help you detoxify. You are fine now." Ye Xiong packed up his things, stood up, and said lightly: "Down the mountain, this is not a place for you to stay."

"Thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would probably be worse than life and death now." Wen Qingqing said this and lowered her head. "At first I misunderstood that you left, I'm sorry."

"Need not."

After Ye Xiong packed up his things, he walked up the mountain.

Just now, he found good things on the third prince and two subordinates, and threw their bodies under the cliff, so he found a safe place to help Wen Qingqing get rid of the poison.

Wen Qingqing hurriedly followed and said anxiously: "You have to continue going up the mountain."

"yes."

"But, the mountain is very dangerous."

After Wen Qingqing finished speaking, she remembered that she was not talking nonsense. She could even kill people from the gods, so how could she be afraid of danger?

"You know how to acupuncture, is you a doctor?"

"You know magic, but you are also an immortal, right?"

"What's your name? Can you tell me?"

Wen Qingqing followed him and said endlessly.

She was no longer wary of this man. She was drugged and took the initiative to throw herself into her arms. The man was indifferent. Not only did he not take the opportunity to invade her, but he helped her detoxify. This fully explained everything.

"If you don't want your bodyguard to see the sun tomorrow, it's better to go down the mountain to find someone to save him. If it's too late, no one can save him." Ye Xiong said coldly.

Wen Qingqing then remembered that Du Long was burned by fire and his life and death were unknown, so he hurried over to check it out.

Du Long was lying on the ground, dying, and most of his body was burned, and his condition was not optimistic.

"Come here and help, let's carry him down the mountain together." Wen Qingqing shouted loudly in Ye Xiong of the year.

But when she looked up again, Ye Xiong had long disappeared.

"I'm really a cold-blooded animal when I see death." Wen Qingqing yelled angrily.

She quickly shut up. If the other party was cold-blooded, why did they come back to save her? The two of them had no friendship at all.

Wen Qingqing's eyes fell on Du Long and found that there was a layer of medicine powder on the area with the heaviest injuries on his body. It was obvious that that guy stayed.

"It seems that I misunderstood him. I didn't expect Du Long to humiliate him like that. At the critical moment of life and death, he still saved Du Long."
Chapter completed!