Outside Hukou Village.

On the mountainside.

The sword light flashed sharply and struck towards Mo Anbai continuously.

But Mo Anbai had already dodged the first attack sword, so no matter how fast the next sword light was, it would be difficult to hurt her.

Mo Anbai raised his palm, and transparent silk threads flew away, and his body was dragged by the threads, echoing in the woods, constantly dodging the sword light.

Because she lost the opportunity, she was in a state of being beaten.

But she already had a chance to speak.

"Fengchenjian, you are the Zoroastrian Saint? Why did you want to kill me?" Mo Anbai had already figured out the true identity of the person who took action.

Even though the woman in white had her face covered, her martial arts skills could not be concealed.

"You are quite discerning, you actually saw through my origins." The woman in white smiled coquettishly, her words were very calm, but the sword in her hand did not stop, stabbing Mo Anbai's vitals with every move.

The threads in the air were cut off one by one, and the sword energy also made scars on Mo Anbai's body.

Even though the scar was only on the surface of the skin, it still caused damage to Mo Anbai.

"I heard that among the saints of Zoroastrianism, there is one who is the ugliest and oldest. Her name is Chuxue. Oh my god, an old woman can be called Snow. It's disgusting."

There was a look of ridicule in Mo Anbai's eyes.

"Shut up, little bitch, don't think that just because you are a puppet master, you can talk nonsense. I will use my sword to make dozens of sword marks on your face and destroy your face!"

Chuxue was instantly irritated. What she hated most was that people said she was ugly and old.

After all, she is indeed the oldest among the saints.

She immediately changed her sword stance, became fierce, and seriously greeted Mo Anbai's face.

At this kind of night, the sight was extremely bad, but for Mo Anbai, it was even more dangerous at this moment.

"What? Can't you see that I am young and beautiful?"

"That's right. You're an old, ugly woman. You only attack at night. You're worried about your face being seen. You're also worried about seeing me younger and prettier than you, right?"

Mo Anbai continued to sneer.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth. Let's see how you can smile in a while."

Chuxue gritted her teeth, and the sword light danced towards a ball of lightning.

Mo Anbai had already turned to escape into the mountains and forests. She was also very good at light kung fu, and had the mechanical wings behind her to help her fly, as well as various silk threads to pull and assist. Soon she was out of the range of Chuxue's sword light.

Chuxue didn't care about using swordsmanship, but started Qinggong and chased after him with all her strength.

This scene was all seen by Luo Xingchen.

But he didn't come out.

With his current strength, not only will he not be able to help, but he will become a burden to Mo Anbai.

He also understood why Mo Anbai lured Chuxue into the mountains and forests.

There are mainly two reasons.

First, luring Chu Xue away would allow Luo Xingchen to leave this place and avoid being bumped into by Chu Xue.

Second, there are a large number of traps arranged by Mo Anbai in the mountain, all in specific locations.

In terms of pure martial arts, Mo Anbai is indeed no match for Chuxue, but with the help of those wonderful traps, she may not be able to turn defeat into victory.

After the two of them disappeared from sight, Luo Xingchen left the place and quickly ran down the mountain.

He had already discussed various plans with Mo Anbai.

If they encounter an enemy and the two of them are separated, where they will meet has been agreed upon in advance.

Luo Xingchen will not be at a loss, as long as he goes to the designated place.

Mo Anbai ran very fast, and she was obviously very familiar with the nearby mountains and forests.

Chuxue followed closely behind, chasing after him.

But every once in a while, there would be an endless stream of hidden weapons coming towards her, such as a tree branch, a stone, etc. They looked like very ordinary items, but they could turn into sharp weapons in an instant.

Without noticing, her arms and legs were scratched by hidden weapons.

There is no other way. If she has entered the realm of a master, her internal energy is flowing smoothly and she can automatically defend herself. In that case, she will naturally not be afraid of any sudden attack by hidden weapons.

But judging from the current situation, she doesn't have that ability yet.

"Old ugly woman, come on, come after me!"

As Mo Anbai ran, he kept making sarcastic remarks in front of him.

Chuxue responded with words at first, but later she gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, just chasing after him with her head muffled.

But at this time, she realized something was wrong.

The small wounds on her body caused by the concealed weapon were burning, numb and itchy, and even made her brain start to feel a little unclear.’

This is not normal.

"You poisoned me!"

Chuxue shouted.

She made a quick decision, turned around and ran towards the way she came.

"It's my turn to chase you!"

Mo Anbai finally freed his hands, pulled out two knives, turned around and chased Chu Xue.

But Chuxue couldn't catch up with her, and it was also difficult for her to catch up with Chuxue.

Chuxue's Qinggong is the best in the world, no less than the inheritance of Puppet Master's Qinggong. Even if the body is affected by toxins, it can still be used.

Mo Anbai chased Chuxue all the way down the mountain before giving up the pursuit.

It wasn't that she didn't want to pursue him, but that she was at the end of her game and had no strength left.

…

Luo Xingchen was in the cellar of a farmhouse.

This is a farmyard in Hukou Village.

A family living here is related to the puppet master A Qing.

It was a nail planted by Ah Qing.

When the sky turned white, regular knocking sounds were heard on the cellar door.

"Come in."

Luo Xingchen shouted.

Mo Anbai opened the cellar lid and walked in.

There is candlelight in the cellar.

This was the first time Luo Xingchen saw Mo Anbai in such a mess.

There were sword marks all over his body and clothes, and there was a lot of dried blood that was about to solidify on the clothes.

Mo Anbai's face was covered with mud, dust, and beads of sweat.

Her lips were white and bloodless, and her eyes were even more tired.

"That woman, did you kill her?" Luo Xingchen stood up and poured a glass of water on the table.

"Thank you, sir."

Mo Anbai took a sip, and then she sighed and said: "No, the slave family can't kill her, she is stronger than the slave family."

"Who is that woman?"

Luo Xingchen didn't hear what Mo Anbai was talking to the woman, so naturally he didn't know her true identity.

"She is one of the saints of Zoroastrianism in the north, her name is Chuxue." Mo Anbai said.

"What do you mean by one of the saints? Are there many saints in Zoroastrianism in the north?" Luo Xingchen asked doubtfully.

"Yes, sir, there are many saints in Zoroastrianism in the north. The strongest one is called the Great Saint, but this is not a formal title. On the surface, their status is equal, but in fact, the status of the Great Saint is

Higher." Mo Anbai said.

"Is Chuxue the Great Saint?"
Chapter completed!