There were not many people in the night market, but hundreds of scholars from the Changsheng Sect were involved. They were all well-trained and took out their guns and fired them in one go without hesitation.

Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya got into the crowd, and the immortal scholars did not dare to shoot casually. The scene was chaotic, and the screams and cries were connected. Even Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya were confused and could not tell the difference between the east, west, south and north.

At this moment, two figures slowly walked out of the second floor of a teahouse next to the street, which were monk Xiekong and fox demon Bai Tong.

Bai Tong was wearing a white uniform. At this time, she had not taken off Lan Xiaolan's face, but compared to the real Lan Xiaolan, Bai Tong's eyes had a lot of charm. Any man looked at her for three seconds and would breathe rapidly and have the most primitive reaction.

Monk Xiekong had already cut off the world, so he was not interested in Bai Tong at all. He saw Yan Ning who was mixed in the crowd at a glance. He hated this young man who almost killed him.

The first time, he went to save Zhou Ji, but was seriously injured by Yan Ning's Northern Emperor's magic spell and ran away.

The second time, he and Zhou Ji went to save Zeng Fan together, but Zhou Ji died on the spot. In order not to let the news be revealed, he even killed Zeng Fan to death.

连续两次的失败,教主已经渐渐对他冷眼相看,他的长生教中的地位,也直转而下,最后竟然沦落到听白桐这个女人指挥.

The two of them are both guardians, but now they are inferior to her, not to mention that this woman is still a fox demon.

"Let's shoot, don't worry about the people, our goal is to kill Yan Ning!" Monk Xiekong shouted.

Yan Ning heard the sound and looked up and found the monk E Xiekong standing on the second floor. The two of them looked at each other and war suddenly broke out. The disciples of the Changsheng Sect discovered Yan Ning's position and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Several shots were shot at Yan Ning's feet, and one of them even penetrated the shoulders of the innocent passers-by.

The passerby screamed and covered his shoulders and rolled on the ground in pain. Yan Ning glanced at him and sighed in his heart: The bullet passed through his shoulder blades. If he was not careful, this arm would probably be destroyed.

Zhuang Xiaoya was protected by Yan Ning, and she was scared: "Why are the people of the Changsheng Sect so bold!"

"They are all a group of beasts who kill without blinking!" Yan Ning was also so angry that he was itchy.

Seeing someone being shot, the crowd became chaotic again, and Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya were both submerged.

Bai Tong, who was standing on the second floor, saw this and said with some blame: "Who asked you to order random shooting? I think the matter is not big enough?"

Xie Kong smiled cruelly: "Zeng Fan and Zhou Ji both died at his hands. If you kill him, the leader will definitely be rewarded. Do we still need to care about the lives of these ordinary people at that time?"

Bai Tong was very disappointed with the bald monk's IQ. She waved and signaled the believers holding guns to stop shooting.

The believers made it clear that Bai Tong was the commander-in-chief, so they honestly stopped and opened the fire. At this time, the crowded crowds on the street were wailing and their crying was deafening.

Bai Tong showed a disdainful smile on her face. She stretched out her delicate hand, grabbed the railing on the second floor, and shouted to the lower body: "Yan Ning, come out. If you want us to continue to hurt innocent people, just be a turtle with a head-reducing turtle!"

Only then did the innocent passers-by realize that these guys holding guns were actually here to arrest people. They immediately looked at the strangers around them with vigilant eyes, hoping to find who "Yan Ning" they were talking about.

At this time, Yan Ning was hiding in the crowd. He heard Bai Tong's words, and he couldn't help but want to stand out, but Zhuang Xiaoya grabbed him: "Don't go, they will beat you into a sieve!"

Yan Ning said angrily: "But we cannot use these innocent people as shields!"

Zhuang Xiaoya looked anxious and suddenly pointed to the passerby who was shot on the shoulder and said, "At least, at least you can save him first!"

Yan Ning looked down and saw that the passerby who was shot was dying, his face turned pale, and his shirt was stained with blood. Yan Ning whispered: "There is too much blood loss, I'm afraid I'm going to be in shock."

"Then why don't you save him! If you save him, it's not too late for us to stand out together!" Zhuang Xiaoya said firmly.

Yan Ning nodded. After all, saving people is important, so he walked forward and roughly tore open the passerby's clothes. He turned out three golden needles in his hand, two of which sealed the passerby's vein. The remaining bullet holes on the passerby's shoulders were gently lifted, and the deformed bullet was picked out.

Zhuang Xiaoya took two hats from the jewelry store next to the road and put them on Yan Ning and herself. In a chaotic situation just now, the monk Xiekong and Bai Tong on the upper floor could no longer find their place.

"Don't you come out yet? Do you want to continue hiding behind these innocent people and be a turtle with a head-shrinking?" Bai Tong sneered, "It is said that Wumen ghost doctors take it as their responsibility to practice medicine and save the world. Now it seems that this is the case. You Maoshan people are just some people who are greedy for life and fear death!"

Everyone didn't know where Yan Ning was, but he was in danger. Several young people suddenly shouted: "Yan Ning! You bastard, get out quickly and don't pull us to death!"

"Yes! Get out!"

"Use us as a shield, delusional!"

The crowd stirred up again. Monk Xiekong snatched the machine gun of the church behind him, fired a shuttle of bullets into the sky, and then shouted: "Let me be quieter!"

Yan Ning was sewing the wound on passers-by, and turned a blind eye to what Bai Tong said, and quickly sewed the wound on passers-by. At this time, passers-by woke up slowly and looked at Yan Ning with gratitude:

"Thank you, benefactor! Benefactor, what's your name? My family is very rich, I must repay you for your life-saving grace!"

Yan Ning thought about it and did not dare to say his real name, so he said, "My surname is Yan..."

"Ah! Yan Ning is here!"

The passerby didn't hear Yan Ning's words completely, and directly got up from the ground, pointed at Yan Ning and shouted loudly.

When Bai Tong and Monk Xie Kong heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other. When they saw Yan Ning wearing a hat, they immediately showed a sneer.

Yan Ning's mouth twitched. Unexpectedly, the person he saved himself would betray him at this time!

A hint of panic flashed in Zhuang Xiaoya's eyes. She wanted to stand up, but Yan Ning quietly pressed her shoulders. Yan Ning whispered: "Don't come out!"

Zhuang Xiaoya suppressed her anger, but she did not dare to ignore Yan Ning. Before she left, she promised Yan Ning that she would listen to Yan Ning's everything after she left.

Passers-by around stood up one after another, looking at Yan Ning with hatred. Yan Ning looked at everyone's eyes and felt a little scared in his heart.
Chapter completed!