How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 33 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea
Murong Jingyan got up and walked quietly behind Zhu Huan'an.

About seven or eight figures came out from the forest and behind the stone.

These people are dressed in strange clothes, there are scholars wielding fans, shirtless men covered in tattoos, ordinary-looking old farmers, two-meter-tall firewood sticks, and enchanting women leaning against boulders, etc.
Without exception, they all looked at Zhu Huan'an and Murong Jingyan with mockery in their eyes.

"Hey, look at this handsome brother, did you two also come to Xuancheng to seize the treasure?"

The scholar's face was pale and he covered up a smile, but his tone was surprisingly charming, Murong Jingyan couldn't help frowning when he heard it.

What a sissy. .

Zhu Huan'an showed an expression of disgust even more undisguised, holding the black knife, but did not attack immediately.

Although the origins of these people are unknown, and their attire is not a famous school, but their vitality and blood are almost all of the strength above the seventh level of the earth lock.

Even if I am alone, I am not afraid at all, but
After glancing at Murong Jingyan who was poking his head, Zhu Huan'an decided to ask first.

"Are you local monks from Yazhou?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "It's not in vain that we have observed for so long, there are indeed two brushes, tell me how you found out."

Zhu Huan'an raised his chin and mocked: "The foreign monks are all from well-known sects, only Yazhou has no sects. You and the others are full of murderous blood, and the blood is hard to disperse. It's not that bandits are better than bandits, they can only be wild cultivators from this Yazhou."

"I heard that there is an organization in Yazhou called the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, which specializes in robbing monks from other places."

Zhu Huan'an's tone was flat:
"It's you."

The scholar didn't speak, but the fierce, bare-armed man next to him had already started waving the meteor hammer, and shouted, "Grandma's, he saw it, so die!"

The forest was suddenly dark.

Zhu Huan'an turned sideways and drew his knife to meet him.

I saw a huge spark brought up by the meteor hammer, which was almost cut open, and quickly smashed towards the boulder beside him.

The seductive woman beside the boulder hastily stepped aside, leaned over to avoid the flying gravel, and cursed: "Dashachun, what are you doing!"

"I don't even know what I'm doing!"

The bare-armed man spread his hands, looking at the broken meteor hammer and roared. This hammer was made of copper and iron, and it was easy to use, but it was cut down like this.

Zhu Huanan took a step forward, and a crimson flame appeared behind him, holding a black knife with a calm face:

"Are you going to fight me?"

Just after Zhu Huan'an moved a step, a certain line of sight was peering at the tip of a green bamboo in the dense forest.

"What a strong monk, hehe, there is a ruthless horn today, but I don't know how many treasures I can get."

".Huh??"

"The woman behind him!?"

Seeing Zhu Huan'an's posture, the leading scholar showed hesitation.

Although they licked blood with the tip of their knives, they only besieged and killed monks under the seal of heaven. With the strength of a few people who started at the seventh level of the earth lock, with the cooperation, even those from famous families had to take off their clothes before they could leave.

If you have to show your strength to resist, then you don't mind accepting Lengtouqing's life.

But the momentum of this guy in front of him is a little different. Da Shachun's meteor hammer killed even two cows, but this guy didn't even shake his hands after swinging the knife.

If we really want to fight, I'm afraid...it will really kill a few people.

The scholar couldn't help but look back at the bamboo forest.

"enough!"

Suddenly a hearty voice sounded, and a figure 'flyed' out of the forest, brushing against the bamboo leaves and coming down very gracefully.

"Hahahaha~"

The moment he landed, the man's footsteps sprained and he staggered forward. If the scholar hadn't helped him in time, he might have fallen to pieces.

The other six field repairers immediately covered their faces, as if they couldn't bear to look directly at them.

"Brother Luo! Don't pretend, the last fall was not enough for you!"

Dashachun laughed out loud, not caring at all that Zhu Huan'an and Murong Jingyan looked at him like fools.

Murong Jingyan quietly asked: "Brother, are these guys really good?"

Zhu Huan'an hesitated to speak, nodded and said: "They are all masters of the third layer of earth locks. It is not difficult for me to deal with them. If there is a fight, remember to use the spirit to guide the gods to protect yourself."

"Okay!" With Zhu Huan'an's words, Murong Jingyan laughed in relief.

This is called Luoge, a young man with black hair and sharp eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Murong Jingyan smiling at him behind Zhu Huan'an, his expression softened, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Dashachun, who the hell is he called Brother Luo? I'm only twenty this year!"

After yelling at the big man, he shook off the scholar and took a step forward, clasped his fists and said, "This hero, Xia Xiaoxia, may I ask where you two came from?"

Zhu Huan'an sized Charlotte up and asked back:
"Earth Lock Nine Layers, if you are really only twenty, at least you have the tyrannical blood of a strange beast. What sect and sect are you?"

Charlotte rubbed her head and smirked:

"Oh, I'm just a wild cultivator leader, how can I be as powerful as you big sect disciples."

"By the way, what is the name of this heroine?"

Murong Jingyan pointed at herself in doubt?
Turning her head to see that Zhu Huan'an didn't respond, Murong Jingyan stepped out sideways, put one hand behind her and said:
"My servant, Murong Jingyan."

Following Murong Jingyan's appearance, the eyes of the wild cultivators around him stared like copper bells, and the short old man who looked like an old farmer even took off his straw hat, silently thinking of me as a mother.

Pretty girl doll.

Charlotte's eyes became sharper, and she strode forward: "Murong Jingyan, what a name!!!"

Zhu Huan'an raised the knife lightly, signaling Charlotte to keep a safe distance.

Charlotte immediately opened her arms and smiled: "Don't be afraid, you two, we have no malicious intentions."

"Since there is no malice, why do you surround us like this?" Murong Jingyan asked for Wei Wei when she saw that Zhu Huan'an raised the knife and said nothing.

If it can avoid a fierce battle, that's not bad.

Charlotte turned around and waved her hand: "Go, go, all of you are not afraid of scaring people with strange shapes."

The rest of them curled their lips, but retreated obediently to the forest while whistling. Only the scholar stayed where he was, saying something to Charlotte.

Charlotte nodded slightly: "Understood, by the way, A Diao, can you speak well as a gentleman?"

The scholar put away the folding fan, slapped Charlotte on the chest complainingly, then turned around and ran into the grove.

"XXXX!"

Charlotte twisted her fingers immediately, and her whole body twisted into a twist on the spot.

Seeing the surprised eyes of Zhu Huan'an and Murong Jingyan, Charlotte quickly raised her hand:
"Miss Murong, don't get me wrong, he treats everyone like this!"

"I, Xia, am naturally a good man, not as good as Long Yang."

Murong Jingyan coughed lightly, thinking in her heart that you are the best.

"Let's get down to business."

Charlotte arched her hands and cleared her throat:

"Don't get me wrong, you two, we Eight Immortals haven't done any murder for a long time, showing up here today is not only not blocking, but maybe saving you two."

"How do you say that?" Zhu Huan'an asked.

Charlotte touched her chin, narrowed her eyes and said:
"The two of you should be going to Xuancheng, right?"

"At this moment, the last two big clans in Xuancheng should have been wiped out by that monster. If we leave a little later, I'm afraid... we won't even have a chance to leave the city."

　sorry
　　The author is in poor health and mood today, take a good rest, and make up for Chapter 2 tomorrow! (Of course not less)

　　Thank you for your support Smecta!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)