Chapter 92 Entering the village

"Good archery skills!"

Li Xuanxuan stepped on the huge corpse of the brown-haired pig demon and looked at the bloody hole as big as the mouth of a bowl and praised him. Li Xuanfeng on the side put away his long bow and said proudly with a smile:

"How's it going? This arrow of mine is no ordinary thing."

"Good is good."

Li Xuanxuan nodded, with a smile on his lips, and replied:

"It's just a pity for this good suit of leather."

Li Xuanfeng paused for a moment, smiled indifferently, and was about to speak when he saw a clan soldier coming from the side. After only a few steps, he was stopped by a soldier. The armor on his body was full of blood. He knelt down and cried:

"Young Master! Shanyue captured Lijing Town and killed Lijing Mountain!"

Li Xuanfeng lowered his head in disbelief, lifted up the clan soldier with one hand, and shouted:

"Do you understand what you are saying?!"

"Feng'er!"

Li Xuanxuan was also covered in cold sweat, and his hands and feet were shaking with fear. He quickly saved the man, and regardless of the blood all over him, he lifted him up and asked repeatedly:

"Why is Shanyue in Lijing Town! Where are the clan soldiers brought by the family leader?! What happened to Lichuankou?!"

The soldier also knew that the situation was urgent and hurriedly said:

"The head of the family and the thousand clan soldiers have disappeared! We once went to Lichuankou to ask for help, but we were hit by arrows. Lichuankou was also controlled by Shangyue!"

Li Xuanxuan felt chills all over his body and took a step back slowly. Countless terrifying scenes appeared in his mind. The sword in his hand was slowly sheathed and he remained silent.

"Explore Lijing Town and Lichuankou again."

Li Xuanxuan uttered a sentence and said in a deep voice:

"Send someone to look for Father Zhong in the reeds."

"No need."

Li Tongya stepped down through the air and reached Li Xuanxuan's side. He said solemnly:

"I have already been to Lichuankou. There are three thousand soldiers and horses stationed there, and there is a Qi practitioner stationed there. As for Lijing Town, there are more than three thousand mountains and at least three Qi practitioners."

Li Tongya was collecting the fresh air from the river on the river bank. When he arrived at the shore of Lichuankou, he saw that the village was full of torches and many figures were shaking. He was filled with doubts. As he approached the village, he saw people with hair and tattoos everywhere. Shan Yue's heart skipped a beat.

As soon as they approached the village, a mountain with Qi training skills rose up into the sky, driving a thick black mist towards Li Tongya.

Li Tongya fought with him several times. Xuan Shui Sword Jue and Jiang He Zhenyuan defeated Shan Yue Qi Lianqi, who was born in a wild country, and was defeated. Li Tongya was afraid that the opponent would come to help, so he had to retreat angrily.

"The head of the family..."

Li Xuanxuan spoke quickly, and Li Tongya frowned, shook his head and said:

"I was blocked when I arrived at the mouth of Lichuan. There was no military formation on the river bank, but there were no traces of fighting. Xiang Ping should have withdrawn in advance or gone in some direction."

Li Xuanxuan let out a sigh of relief, and Li Xuanfeng's tense expression relaxed. Li Tongya patted his bag and turned out a jade seal in his hand. It was the certificate of Qingchi's rule, with a few small words floating on it:

"Right and be patient."

Li Tongya put away the jade seal with an ugly expression. He had asked for help through the jade seal earlier, but there was no news for half an hour. In the end, he only waited for these four words.

"We can't count on the Qingchi Sect. We just want to see what happens with Naga Nixi..."

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Li Xuanling and Li Jingtian had just rested for a while when the door was burst open. More than a dozen Shanyue filed in, and Shanyue who looked like a small boss entered with a knife. When he saw Li Jingtian, his eyes lit up and he smiled:

"What a handsome little girl."

The two of them were suddenly startled. Li Jingtian was deeply puzzled that Jianixi could find this place, and seeing that only a few mortals were sent here, he was even more suspicious and felt that something was wrong.

Li Xuanling clenched his fists and thought silently:

"It's not difficult to defeat these individuals. I'm just afraid of attracting Shanyue on the street again. If I attract the practitioners from Shanyue, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape."

The Shanyue leader glanced up and down, raised his hand, and said loudly:

"take away!"

Immediately, two people took ropes to tie up Li Xuanling and Li Xuanling. Li Xuanling raised his head to look at Li Jingtian and saw that she shook her head slightly, so she had to let a few people tie her up.

Li Xuanling twisted, feeling that the ropes on his body were loose and could be torn apart with just a little force. They didn't think that these people were on guard against a ten-year-old child, and they never thought that Li Xuanling was already at the second level of fetal death.

The two followed them out of the yard, and saw groups of children and teenagers being driven like cattle and sheep toward the mountains and forests. Above them stood a man in the air, wearing patterns and long braids.

"Practice Qi..."

Li Xuanling uttered two words in a suppressed voice, and he and Li Jingtian were led slowly into the forest. He pretended to stumble and fell to the ground, with mud splashing all over his head and face.

"I've been at the foot of the mountain a lot in the past few years, and everyone knows me. I was called out by some idiot for no reason, and I still had to disguise myself."

Tilting his head and rubbing his clothes, Li Xuanling lowered his head to make himself look more inconspicuous. Looking at Li Jingtian in front of him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought:

"Fortunately, the eldest sister has not left the mountain in the past few years and has lived in seclusion. Otherwise, such outstanding appearance would definitely not be hidden."

They had already arrived at Dayu River, and beyond it was Shan Yue's territory. Li Xuanling quietly touched the jianzi without giving up, and then let go of his hand with a wry smile.

There were three Qi Practitioners flying in the air above the whole team, and there were Shanyue soldiers in front and behind to supervise them, and they were strictly guarded. Fortunately, the Qi Practitioners' spiritual awareness range was limited, and they were flying high, so they couldn't see Li Xuanling below. The two had no choice but to move forward. After walking for a full day and night, a simple village finally appeared in front of them.

Many strangers can already be seen in the village. They have cuffs on their feet and are struggling to move pieces of equipment or food. At first glance, they look loose and tight.

"It would be difficult for a mortal to escape from this village, but it's different for a practitioner. When it gets late at night, just kick off the shackles and sneak away with the eldest sister."

Li Xuanling suddenly felt relieved and saw a group of people gathered in front of him. They were all shackled and kneeling on the ground, waiting for a few Shanyue shamans to draw horizontal stripes on their necks that symbolized slaves.

Someone had already come up to untie the rope and led the girls and girls to the other side. Li Jingtian was pulled out of the crowd, and a group of Shanyue and slaves all let out a burst of exclamation.

"This... girl from whose family is so beautiful."

"What a beautiful little girl."

Li Jingtian quietly smeared mud on his face, but he could not hide the straight bridge of his nose and the smooth lines of his profile. The clear gray-black eyes inherited from Li Xiangping and different from Shan Yue were particularly charming.

Before Li Xuanling could think too much, he was dragged into the village. Shan Yue put wooden shackles on him. Shan Yue was not good at smelting, so the copper and iron he finally produced were used to cast weapons. Naturally, there were no iron shackles, so he used Made of solid wood.

Even as the shaman of the Shanyue tribe drew horizontal lines on his neck, Li Xuanling quietly used his peripheral vision to pay attention to the movements on Li Jingtian's side, only to see the long braided Shanyue floating high in the air slowly descending, standing in front of the crowd and examining Li Jingtian.