Longevity starts from strengthening internal organs

Chapter 87 Fire Dragon Taoist
This coping strategy is not very clever, but it is the most correct choice at the moment.

After all, the biggest advantage of my side is the condescending terrain and the towering temple gate.

But in the face of a group of menacing thieves, the key to making such a calm and calm decision in such a short period of time is that she is a boudoir, which is impressive enough.

At least Zhao Ya thought so.

He immediately shouted, "Listen to Missy!"

As he said that, he rushed out of the temple gate first, and set up his formation.

His action made these restless guards wake up and take action one after another.

Looking at the somewhat chaotic formation, Zhao Ya couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

Like myself, most of these guards were recruited into the Song family recently. Although their individual strengths are not bad, their teamwork ability is poor. To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of mobs.

Thanks to Song Peiwan's timely decision, otherwise Zhao Ya and the others would probably fight on their own.

In any case, these guards managed to form three teams. At the same time, Ma Ling led his men to arrive.

Naturally, there is nothing to say at such a time, meeting is just a word, hit!

Zhao Ya couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief after this beating.

I thought there were mobs here, but I didn't expect these subordinates of Ma Ling to be no better.

The same chaotic formation, the same attack like a swarm of bees.

And relying on the favorable terrain on his side, he managed to suppress the opponent's first wave of attacks.

In fact, it's not surprising if you think about it carefully, no matter how powerful Qingzhuling is, it's just a gang of bandits, and their subordinates can be called a mixed bag, with all kinds of people.

That is to say, the village owners like Maling are more powerful.

If even these ordinary thieves in Qingzhu Ridge can be strictly disciplined and banned, then they probably have all entered the county by now.

After all, even Dayan's elite troops dare not say how disciplined they are!
In fact, from ancient times to the present, there is only one army that can achieve strict discipline and prohibit these eight characters.

Zhao Ya calmed down a bit, while dealing with the thieves in front of him, he took a sneak peek at Maling in the distance.

He did not end, but stood in the distance with a spear to supervise the battle.

Counting it, this was the third time Zhao Ya met Ma Ling, but Ma Ling didn't know Zhao Ya's existence at all.

Even now, because Zhao Ya deliberately concealed his strength, even the Meteorite Iron Knife was useless, and what he was wielding was the long knife that the Song family provided for the guards, so Ma Ling didn't notice Zhao Ya at all.

He watched coldly, even though his subordinates were suppressed and couldn't move forward at all, and there were casualties from time to time, he didn't show any impatience, but a sneer on his face.

Seeing this, Zhao Ya's heart couldn't help but move.

What is this guy laughing at?
Could it be that there is something behind?
The more Zhao Ya thought about it, the more he realized it was possible.

After all, since Ma Ling dared to kidnap Song Peiwan, it is impossible to give up so easily.

But what do they have behind them?

Just when Zhao Ya was wondering, another group of people rushed up the mountain road, and the leader was actually a Taoist priest.

I saw that this Taoist priest was 50 to [-] years old, with a goatee under his chin, and his triangular eyes did not have the compassion of a monk, but were full of viciousness.

And the people behind him were all holding a strange utensil, which really looked like a large syringe.

Upon seeing this Taoist priest, Ma Ling couldn't help being overjoyed, and hurried forward to cup his fists.

"Brother Huo!"

"Lao Liu, is this from the Song family?" the Taoist said coldly.

"That's right, the woman in white standing behind the temple gate watching the battle is Song Peiwan, the younger sister of Song Linqing, the Patriarch of the Song family." Ma Ling hurriedly introduced, speaking very respectfully.

He also had to be respectful, because the person who came was Huo Tianxiao, the Lord of the Three Villages in Qingzhu Ridge, known as the Fire Dragon Taoist.

Not only does this person have the cultivation base of the peak of the three realms, but the key is to set fire with one hand. Once the fire he set is contaminated, if there is no timely and effective way to deal with it, it will burn until the flesh and blood are turned into fly ash. , can be called horror.

Hearing this, Huo Tianxiao glanced at Song Peiwan behind the temple gate, then at the deadlocked battlefield, and couldn't help sneering.

"You can't even take care of this kind of people, Lao Liu, it seems that you are really living and going back!"

"Third brother taught me a lesson!" Ma Ling bowed his head and said yes, keeping his posture extremely low.

Seeing this scene, Huo Tianxiao couldn't say anything more, "Okay, let your people back down!"

"Yes!"

Then Ma Ling whistled, and his subordinates began to retreat in a mess.

The Song family's guards didn't pursue them either. In fact, they didn't have the strength to pursue them. Although the fight didn't cause many casualties, it consumed their physical strength a lot.

At this moment, most of the guards were panting and stabbing the ground with their knives, their eyes filled with joy.

In their view, the sudden retreat of the thief was obviously about to give up.

But Zhao Ya didn't think so. He had already noticed Huo Tianxiao and the others who came behind him, especially the weird objects in the hands of these people behind him.

What is this stuff?
Although he couldn't hear the conversation between Huo Tianxiao and Ma Ling, Zhao Ya certainly didn't naively think that the things these people were holding were for fun.

On the contrary, an ominous warning emerged in his heart.

At the same time, when Ma Ling's people retreated, Huo Tianxiao waved his hand.

"Go!"

With an order, the people he brought swarmed forward, and at the same time raised the utensils in their hands, aimed at mid-air and flipped the switch.

呲呲呲!
Accompanied by the sound of spraying, jets of black water flew into the air, and then fell on everyone.

Zhao Ya's whole body trembled.

Because he smelled a pungent oily smell, he instantly understood what these people were trying to do.

"Get out!"

The only thing he could do was to shout loudly to remind everyone, and then ran into the temple gate.

While running, Zhao Ya covered his head with his coat, and after rushing into the temple gate, he threw the coat stained with black oil with his backhand.

The other guards did not react as quickly as Zhao Ya.

Some even laughed.

"It's really..."

Before the next words came out, there was only a bang, and the flames shot up into the sky.

All the objects contaminated by the black oil ignited raging fires, and the flames were extremely fast and fierce.

No matter how the guards roared and rolled, they couldn't extinguish it at all, but it burned more and more.

"Save...save me!" Someone crawled to the temple gate in great pain, and stretched out his hand to ask for help from the people inside.

The monks in the Great Buddha Temple had long been frightened, and Song Peiwan's expression was extremely serious. No one knew how to deal with this sudden scene.

At this moment, Zhao Ya ran over with a large incense burner in his arms, turned it over, and dumped all the incense ash inside on the person on fire.

The flame that was originally burning was suppressed by the thick incense ash, and it was actually extinguished.

(End of this chapter)