The female cultivator has ascended to heaven

"Steward, what are you doing?"

"I think since you monks are so curious about the bee farm, why not stay and contribute to the bee farm?"

After saying that, he ordered his men to take action. How could Fan Nuanyang sit still and wait for death and immediately start to fight back.

After waving, the steward ran away without stopping and hid behind a big tree. After all, mortals suffered when gods fought, and he wanted to live longer.

Although Fan Nuanyang's cultivation level has reached Foundation Establishment, and the other junior brothers and sisters all have cultivation levels, they have almost zero actual combat experience, and they soon fell behind.

The steward who was hiding behind the tree and peering around saw it and immediately dropped his guard and laughed: "How powerful did you think it was? It turned out to be nothing more than a false reputation."

Then he shouted loudly: "Be careful, catch the ones alive."

When Fan Nuanyang heard this, he glared at the steward fiercely and said that he would remember him and make sure to look good to him after he got out of trouble.

The steward was feeling proud when he suddenly found that something cold seemed to be touched on his neck.

The steward immediately did not dare to move, and a word rang in his ears: "Tell your people to stop."

As he spoke, he brought the sword closer to him.

Now that my life is in the hands of others, if the manager dares to disobey, he blinks his eyes nervously and immediately shouts: "Stop, stop it, stop fighting!"

Fan Nuanyang and the others, who were originally suppressed and beaten, were able to breathe a little.

The steward waved his hand cautiously and asked carefully: "Sir, can you take away the weapon?"

"Let's leave."

"no!"

The steward felt that he was so brave. Now that his life was almost in danger, he still had the courage to refuse. If the adults found out, they might praise me for my loyalty. But if I think about it carefully, I didn't speak just now. Who was that? Said?

The answer was soon revealed. Fan Nuanyang came out and said, "Senior brother, you can tell from their appearance that there must be something evil in this bee farm. We can't just leave like this."

The steward suspected that all the talents of this fairy were put on her face, otherwise how could she say such things at this juncture. If he hadn't known that she was not from above, he would have suspected that the master had great magical powers and even bribed the direct disciples of the sect. .

"Junior sister, we have caused a conflict and alerted the enemy. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We must leave immediately."

"Third Senior Brother, the combined strength of all of us is not so easy to defeat."

The steward secretly counted the time in his heart, hoping that they would talk more, talk more.

Sure enough, just when Ming Xiaobai was still trying to persuade Fan Nuanyang, a sledgehammer was thrown from a distance, and the steward quickly ran behind the big tree with the hair on his body standing on end.

Ming Xiaobai protected his junior sister and backed away. Others also ran over, and suddenly the two waves of people stood in clear lines.

A strong man walked out carrying a hammer that was as big as one foot.

When the manager saw the handsome man descending from the sky, the joy in his eyes almost overflowed, and he ran over with his feet greased.

The strong man asked gruffly: "What's going on?"

The steward confidently complained: "Master Wu, someone is making trouble, it's them, they are so audacious that they dare to make trouble in our bee farm!"

Wu Dali picked up the hammer on the ground and said, "You are so courageous, you little pretty boy, you are causing trouble in my territory. You don't take me, Wu, seriously!"

"That's right, that's right!" With the supporter in charge, I immediately felt that I was capable again.

In order to avenge the incident just now, the steward offered a slanderous statement: "Master Wu, you see how energetic they are and how curious they are about our bee farm, why not just keep them all and serve as labor force!"

"This is a good suggestion." Wu Dali turned the sledgehammer in his hand.

The steward ran away knowingly when he saw it, but still hid behind the tree and stretched out his head to observe the situation.

Ming Xiaobai looked at the monk in front of him warily, holding the long sword in his hand, but still protecting Fan Nuanyang.

Fan Nuanyang also hated why he had to talk so much just now, otherwise how could he have ended up in this situation. Just when Fan Nuanyang was regretting it, a familiar voice sounded: "There are good things here, please find a way to help me get them."

Fan Nuanyang said angrily: "Is this something that can be thought of now? Elder Xiong, I'm afraid we are no match for this person. We don't even know whether we can survive. How can we find the time to help you find the treasure?"

"Don't worry, you won't die. They just want to catch you for a while and won't kill you."

Fan Nuanyang said anxiously: "It's only for a while. What if they suddenly change their minds? Elder Xiong, you are so powerful, please help me quickly!"

"Don't worry, I'm here, just wait and see." After saying that, there was no sound again.

Ming Xiaobai over there estimated the opponent's strength and chose to strike first, directly using his sword technique "Falling Leaves Cut", and at the same time quickly asked his junior brothers and sisters to cooperate.

There are many people fighting against one person, and the battle situation is a bit sticky for a moment, and for a while, it is really impossible to tell the winner.

Fan Nuanyang felt a little relieved when he saw the situation at the end and believed what Elder Xiong said just now.

Fan Nuanyang, who was being protected, found that he was tied up before he could let go.

The person who tied him up was the steward who behaved like a coward.

As the red rope around his waist lit up, Fan Nuanyang jumped into the air the next second.

Ming Xiaobai was distracted for a moment and was hit hard in the chest by a hammer.

The steward took out a dagger and put it against Fan Nuanyang's neck, saying: "You are so weak, but easy to catch!

Tell them to stop. "

"Impossible!" Fan Nuanyang put on an expression that looked like death.

The manager doesn't care what her status is, as long as she threatens her status, she must be removed.

As the steward exerted force, Fan Nuanyang's neck hurt, and a blood stain appeared, which was particularly conspicuous against the white skin.

Fan Nuanyang didn't expect that he would do it as soon as he said it, which was completely different from what was said in the story.

Ming Xiaobai: "Stop!"

The steward shouted: "Mr. Wu, don't waste your time. Your time is so precious. It would be a waste to use it on them. It's better to take this opportunity to catch them."

Mr. Wu also felt that it was really boring to compete with the pretty boy in front of him. After all, he had to rely on the crowd tactics to be able to be slightly equal to his own strength. Fighting was really not exciting at all.

It happened that his men were clever and caught their weakness.

The steward was naturally aware of what was happening and immediately asked the others to remove their weapons and plunder all their belongings.

The steward pressed Fan Nuanyang to come to Wu Dali.

"Master Wu, this person still needs to be escorted by you personally."

Fan Nuanyang had beady eyes and said softly: "It hurts." He had a pitiful and pitiful expression.

Wu Dali frowned and said in a loud voice: "This baby looks weak, but it hurts just from a small wound. It's really useless."

Fan Nuanyang's life since he became a disciple can be said to be sought after and loved by everyone. He has never been treated like this before, and he immediately felt a little resentful.

"Not to mention, the head is less than half the size of a hammer like mine, and he looks useless."

The steward praised: "Of course, Mr. Wu, your power is not something that others can easily achieve.

This kid looks useless, but after Master Zhi takes a look at it, maybe he will be able to understand its value?

If it doesn't work, you can send it to Mr. Zhi. Mr. Zhi may be a little happy to see the crowd. "

"Okay, I'm just going to go find him and order some honey to eat. I'll tie him up tightly."

The steward nodded and bowed and said, "Of course."