Reminds me... reminds me of a good friend.

Who are you and why do you smell so much like him..."

The girl's behavior was so outrageous that Meng Xiuyuan was a little surprised and subconsciously took half a step back.

Seeing him like this, the girl seemed to have come to her senses. She coughed lightly and hurriedly straightened her appearance. She forced a smile and comforted her:

"Don't be afraid, I just remembered something and felt a little excited...

By the way, didn't you say you were looking for Biyou fruit? I still have a few at home.

Come with me and I will give them to you."

While talking, the girl took Meng Xiuyuan's hand and wanted to lead him deeper into the forest.

But at this moment, a sharp "whoosh" sound suddenly sounded from the sky. Looking around, he saw two young Taoists, a man and a woman, coming with flying swords.

"Monster, let go of that child.

If you dare to play any tricks, I will kill you immediately."

The upright and stern voice came from the leader, a young man in his early twenties. His breath was long and his eyes were like cold stars, and he was in front of him in an instant.

"Who are you and what are you going to do to this little baby?!"

To Meng Xiuyuan's surprise, the girl immediately protected him behind her without thinking, and instead angrily stood up and walked towards the two sword-wielding immortal cultivators.

"Humph, just pretending.

Monster, let me ask you, were those villagers at the foot of the mountain injured by your own hands?!"

The sword-wielding young man snorted, his eyes became colder and colder, and he stared at the girl.

"I did it, but..."

"You monster, you have already harmed others, so what excuse do you have?

Since I, a Shushan disciple, have met you today, I will leave you alone..."

The girl seemed to want to explain something, but the sword-wielding young man did not give her the slightest chance. He immediately grasped the sword technique in his hand, and a silver sword unsheathed from his back and shot straight towards the girl.

"Wait a minute and let her finish speaking!"

Meng Xiuyuan knew that there was obviously something hidden in this, so he immediately shouted and tried to dissuade the sword-wielding young man. However, the other party did not pay attention to his words at all, and the flying sword became faster and faster.

The girl was shocked when she saw this, and quickly flapped her hands, as if they turned into wings, setting off a black whirlwind to block the fierce attack.

But her skill was obviously weaker. Although Heifeng barely managed to repel the flying sword, he also flew backwards and lay on the ground unable to fight anymore.

The sword-wielding young man didn't give up when he saw this. He made a sword gesture with his hand and closed his eyes slightly. The silver sword immediately came back, and he wanted to take advantage of the situation and take the girl's life with one strike.

But at the moment when the flying sword was about to approach, a figure suddenly flashed out from the side and suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the flying sword. No matter how hard it trembled and struggled, it could not move any further.

"I am a friend of Shushan, right? I have no choice but to offend you.

Can you please get off the sword first so that we can talk face to face so we can explain the matter clearly."
Chapter completed!