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When a little bean man slashed to the ground with a sickle, he realized that there were no enemies in front of him.

"Hey, just now it looked like flies layer by layer, but now it's gone?"

Another little bean man, hiding from the spells flying around, came to another conclusion.

"Probably not, look how lively those cultivators are fighting."

It was dark, and there was a damp smell after the rain in the air. The remaining Xiaodou people looked at the devastated town, full of distress.

"Where will the workers go to sleep when they come back?"

"Pray that it won't rain these days. Alas, there are still many children on the island. How many children must catch a cold if they hide in such a hurry today and it rains so heavily?"

"There's not even a radio on this island, so you can't contact me if something happens."

The pirates have not retreated yet, and the little bean people can only gather together and be careful to guard against the counterattack of marine life.

Yang Zhao here is still fighting with those pirates.

This time there were more people on the side of the pirates, and it was easier to face Yang Zhao, who was clearly trapped in a demon.

Yang Zhao was like a trapped beast, surrounded by them, he bumped from left to right but failed to win, and there were several more scars on his body.

These pirates wanted to grind her to death.

The people on the throne saw that no Jindan dared to move in a radius of tens of miles, so they lowered their eyes and looked at Yang Zhao who was in trouble below.

Watching Yang Zhao's injuries gradually increasing but ignoring them, his expression was indifferent, as if Yang Zhao's life and death were not in his consideration at all.

If Yang Zhao was sane now, he would jump up angrily.

This person still had a golden scent of incense, and he accepted Yang Zhao's tribute, but he didn't do anything. It was a person who had to jump when he encountered such a foolish thing.

But now Yang Zhao is delirious, so naturally he can't get angry.

Now she is at a loss in this group of pirates, she can take care of the ones on the left but not the ones on the right, she can take care of the front but not the back.

The Jiaolong Spear was hit with sparks, and three of the sixteen Fengling Pearls had been broken.

But even so, the smile on Yang Zhao's face didn't fade away, and it even became more and more crazy.

The two Xiaodouren political commissars who were always paying attention to Yang Zhao frowned.

The two of them had nothing else to do on the island, the most important thing was to guide Yang Zhao. They didn't go to fight this pirate attack, but stared at her closely from a safe corner.

The main reason is to find out Yang Zhao's shortcomings from this battle.

This kind of thing is confusing to the authorities, but clear to the bystanders.

It is difficult for the parties to discover their own shortcomings, and at this time they need the help of external forces.

Even if the vision is not good at night and Yang Zhaofei's height is relatively high, the two political commissars Xiaodouren did not let go of their work.

Therefore, although they couldn't observe the changes in Yang Chao's eyes, they managed to capture her chaotic body language and disregard for herself.

Later, the two little bean people also saw the glowing big Buddha that emerged from Yang Zhao's body.

But they are not unfamiliar with various spells in the realm of comprehension, and they don't know what it is when they see it.

A little bean man picked a stone from the ground and threw it upwards vigorously, but found that the height was too low to interfere with the battle.

"What should we do? We don't have thermal weapons in our hands, so it won't help us."

"It's probably useless to us. We can use a small thermal weapon at most. We can't move the bigger ones. Now drones are the best to use."

"You're right that you didn't say that."

The two muttered a few words below, and then began to analyze the battle situation quietly.

As Yang Zhao became more and more at a disadvantage, the two of them became more and more anxious, and began to shout, wanting to call Yang Zhao for help.

"Save people, Yang Zhaoyang, the Island Master, is about to lose his support."

One of the political commissars, Xiaodouren, stopped the other who was shouting.

"Stupid? How can you shout like that? Look at me."

He put his hands to his lips and shouted at the top of his voice.

"As long as you help Island Master Yang, everyone will be given 1 taels of silver."

The other's eyes lit up, and he shouted after Xiao Pao.

"Rescue Island Master Yang, 1 taels of silver per person!"

Although their voices were low, the people fighting in Zhentao Town were all people with clear eyesight, and they could hear these words clearly.

1 taels of silver, still per person.

With such a large number, even the Golden Core stage monks would be envious, let alone those Foundation Establishment stage monks and Sea Clan.

This time, both the enemy and the enemy are boiling.

The pirates were excited when they heard the money, but the monks hired by Yang Chao knew that Yang Zhao was rich and powerful, and they also knew that these two little bean people followed Yang Zhao every day, and they should be able to keep their words.

Even if it doesn't matter, there is only a 50% chance, and some people want to gamble.

This is 1 taels of silver.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Zhao is under siege, all fellow Daoists save people!"

The pirates over there are not to be outdone.

"1 taels of silver per person, brothers, this little girl has countless silver in her pocket, kill her to grab the silver!"

That's right, both sides were like chicken blood, all the powerful spells were used, and the magical weapons that were reluctant to take out at the beginning were also sacrificed.

Both sides wanted to stab their opponents to death first, and then go to Yang Zhao to collect money.

You are strong and I am strong, and I am not bad if you have unique skills. The two parties will inevitably become entangled again.

Both sides have their unique moves, and it is doomed that in a short time, whether it is the robbers or the monks hired by Yang Zhao, it will be difficult to separate their hands to fight for the silver.

The siege on Yang Zhao's side still hasn't been untied.

Xiaodouren was completely impatient.

"His grandma, what should I do? Yang Zhao's body is getting more and more injuries, even if she is a cultivator, it's not okay to bleed like this!"

They are soldiers who know best the harm caused by unstoppable bleeding.

The two fumbled around anxiously, trying to find a helper for Yang Zhao. As a result, one of them with sharp eyes saw the shining figure on the throne looking up.

"I just saw the one floating motionless up there looking up! Oh, he's bowing his head again!"

"Is he sane? Isn't this the dead thing we thought it was?"

"Whatever he is? Give it a try!"

He didn't care about Sanqi 21 as he spoke, and started yelling at the top of his voice.

"Hey, that one in the sky, what are you doing sitting there? Can you help Yang Zhao!"

"That old fairy sitting in the sky, can you lend a hand to help? Yang Zhao must be very grateful!"

After shouting several times at the top of his voice, the person on the throne lowered his head indifferently, and cast a glance at the two little bean people.

Xiaodouren shook his hands excitedly when he saw his movement of looking at him.

"Old Immortal, please help me, we will definitely be grateful."

"Is a waste that even the demons can't break through, still alive?"

The voice was not loud, but it spread melodiously throughout the entire island and spread outward quickly, even Mo Lin and Tata, who were far away, could hear it clearly.

This language is not a language that any Xiaodou people are familiar with, but the strange thing is that everyone present understands it.

"If this knife wants to be sharp, it must have a whetstone."

The Jin Dan Qi who was present was silent, not daring to move.

The pirates and hired monks who had been fighting fiercely also stopped their movements slowly, and stood there in surprise, turning their heads to search around.

Some pirates wanted to run away as soon as they got oil on their feet.

But as soon as he moved, he felt the hairs on his body standing on end, and his heart was pounding like it wanted to jump out of his chest.

Whoever moves, dies.

They had to stop, chatting honestly, praying that this person would not think of themselves.

The eight people who besieged Yang Zhao were sweating even more. They secretly glanced at the big monk above their heads, and some of them wanted to retreat.

But it’s okay to have this idea, but it’s not enough to put it into action.

As long as they want to retreat, they have a premonition that they will be crushed to pieces.

After going back and forth, these pirates also understood.

The big monk above won't let them go!

These people curse eight generations of ancestors in their hearts, and their hands will inevitably be affected.

When they got mad, Yang Zhao seized the opportunity and stabbed one of them to death.

As soon as this side died, a new pirate suddenly appeared next to Yang Zhao.

The pirate was still blindfolded when he came over unexpectedly, and Yang Zhao's magic hit him firmly without paying attention, and the fluff all over his body burned instantly.

At this moment, everyone understood that these pirates just felt the blood pouring into their hearts all at once. They were all in the business of licking blood, and they knew better than anyone when to go all out.

"Kill her and we may still live, or we will have to let her be killed!"

"Brothers, to survive, kill!"

"Grandma's, I'll pull her as a back up even if I die!"

For a while, Yang Zhao fell into danger again.

This change made Xiaodou under the background jump in popularity.

You want to sharpen your knife, does the knife agree?
If you are not from your own family, don't feel bad!

But even if his mouth trembles in anger, he still has to say good things.

"Old Immortal, Yang Zhao is still young, there is plenty of time to hone her skills, don't rush this moment! I beg you to save her."

"Whoever can lend a helping hand, we will give 2 taels of silver."

But this time, no matter what Xiaodouman shouted, the one on the throne was indifferent, and the other monks were even more silent.

The entire island fell into a strange silence, except for the nine Yang Zhao.

All the monks and the Sea Clan were watching the battle openly and secretly.

I want to see whether the whetstone breaks first or the knife sharpens first.

Facts have proved that although Yang Zhao has a certain resilience.

Even in an absolutely unfavorable battle situation, even if she has been enchanted, she can see a way out in the cracks.

In other words, it is precisely because she is possessed that she is not afraid of life and death or pain.

In the beginning, every time Yang Zhao was injured, her whole body would still experience physiological stiffness. Every stiffness would give the pirates more opportunities to attack and cause her to suffer more injuries.

But it didn't take long for Yang Zhao's physiological instinct to disappear.

Yang Zhao seemed to have adapted to the pain in such a short period of time and restrained his instincts.

Flood Dragon Spear's originally scattered moves gradually became systematic, and it no longer cares about one thing and loses another.

All kinds of small spells that Yang Zhao is familiar with are becoming more and more familiar, and he has a faint posture of stabilizing the chassis in the group attack.