Chapter 87 Fire Dragon Taoist

This response strategy is not very clever, but it is the most correct choice at the moment.

After all, the biggest advantage of his side is the high terrain and the towering temple gate.

And facing a group of aggressive thieves, she can make such a calm and calm decision in such a short time. The key is that she is a woman in the boudoir, which is enough to make people look at her with admiration.

At least that's what Zhao Ya thought.

He immediately shouted, "Listen to the eldest lady!"

Then he rushed out of the temple gate first and set up the formation.

His move made these restless guards wake up and take action.

Looking at the somewhat messy formation, Zhao Ya couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Like himself, most of these guards were recruited into the Song family recently. Although their individual strength is okay, their teamwork ability is very poor. To put it bluntly, they are a bunch of rabble.

Fortunately, Song Peiwan made a timely decision, otherwise Zhao Ya and others would probably fight on their own.

Anyway, these guards still managed to form three teams. At the same time, Ma Ling and his men also arrived.

There was nothing to say at this time. When they met, they just had one word: fight!

Zhao Ya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after the fight.

I thought this side was a mob, but I didn't expect that Ma Ling's men were not much better.

The same messy formation, the same swarm of attacks.

And relying on the favorable terrain, he actually successfully suppressed the opponent's first wave of attacks.

In fact, it's not surprising if you think about it carefully. No matter how powerful Qingzhuling is, it's just a group of bandits. The men under it are a mixed bag.

It's just that the village owners like Ma Ling are more powerful.

If even these ordinary thieves in Qingzhuling can be disciplined and obey orders, then they are probably in the county city now.

After all, even the elite troops of Dayan dare not say how disciplined they are!

In fact, from ancient times to the present, there is only one army that can achieve the eight words of strict discipline and obey orders.

Zhao Ya calmed down a little, dealing with the thieves in front of him while secretly watching Ma Ling in the distance.

He did not leave, but stood in the distance with a spear in hand to supervise the battle.

This was the third time Zhao Ya met Ma Ling, but Ma Ling did not know Zhao Ya's existence.

Even now, because Zhao Ya deliberately concealed his strength, he did not even use the meteorite knife. He was waving the long knife equipped by the Song family for the guards, so Ma Ling did not notice Zhao Ya at all.

He looked coldly, even though his men were suppressed and could not move forward at all, and there were casualties from time to time, he was not impatient at all, but showed a sneer on his face.

Zhao Ya's heart was moved when he saw this.

What is this guy laughing at?

Is there any other trick?

The more Zhao Ya thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.

After all, since Ma Ling dared to kidnap Song Peiwan, he would not give up so easily.

But what tricks do they have?

Just when Zhao Ya was puzzled, a group of people came running up the mountain road, and the leader was actually a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was about 40 or 50 years old, with a goatee under his chin, and his triangular eyes were full of ferocity instead of the compassion of a monk.

The people following him all held a strange object, which looked like a large syringe.

When he saw this Taoist priest, Ma Ling couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurried forward to clasp his fists and bow.

"Brother Huo!"

"Sixth brother, is this someone from the Song family?" The Taoist priest said coldly.

"Yes, the woman in white standing behind the temple gate watching the battle is Song Peiwan, the younger sister of Song Linqing, the head of the Song family." Ma Ling hurriedly introduced, and his words were very respectful.

He had to be respectful, because the visitor was the third leader of Qingzhu Ridge, Huo Tianxiao, known as the Taoist priest of Fire Dragon.

This man not only has the cultivation of the peak of the third realm, but also has the unique skill of setting fire. Once the fire he sets is contaminated, if there is no timely and effective response method, it will burn until the bones and flesh are turned into ashes, which is terrifying.

Huo Tianxiao glanced at Song Peiwan behind the temple gate, and then looked at the stalemate battlefield, and couldn't help but sneer.

"You can't even deal with these people, Lao Liu, it seems that you are really going backwards as you live!"

"Third brother is right!" Ma Ling bowed his head and said yes, lowering his attitude very low.

Seeing this scene, Huo Tianxiao couldn't say anything else, "Okay, let your people retreat!"

"Yes!"

Then Ma Ling whistled, and his men began to retreat in a mess.

The guards on the Song family's side did not pursue, in fact, they had no strength to pursue. Although this fight did not cause many casualties, it greatly consumed their physical strength.

At this moment, most of the guards were panting and leaning on their swords, their eyes full of relief.

In their opinion, the thieves' sudden retreat was obviously a sign of giving up.

But Zhao Ya didn't think so. He had already noticed Huo Tianxiao and others who came from behind, especially the strange objects in the hands of these people behind him.

What is this?

Although he couldn't hear the conversation between Huo Tianxiao and Ma Ling, Zhao Ya certainly wouldn't be naive to think that these people were holding things for fun.

On the contrary, a hint of ominous warning emerged in his heart.

At the same time, when Ma Ling's people retreated, Huo Tianxiao waved his hand.

"Do it!"

With an order, the people he brought rushed forward, raised the objects in their hands, pointed them at the air and flipped the switch.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

With the sound of spraying, streams of black water flew into the air and then fell on everyone.

Zhao Ya was shocked.

Because he smelled a pungent smell of oil, he instantly understood what these people wanted to do.

"Retreat!"

The only thing he could do was to shout and remind everyone, and then run into the temple gate.

While running, Zhao Ya covered his head with his coat, and after rushing into the temple gate, he threw the coat stained with black oil out with his backhand.

The other guards did not react as quickly as Zhao Ya.

Some people even laughed.

"Such a little black oil scared them to flee, really..."

Before the rest of the words came out, there was a bang, and flames shot up into the sky.

All objects stained by black oil were set on fire, and the flames were extremely fast and difficult to deal with.

No matter how these guards roared and rolled, they could not extinguish the fire at all, but burned more and more vigorously.

"Help...Help me!" Someone crawled to the temple gate in great pain and reached out to the people inside for help.

The monks in the Big Buddha Temple were already scared silly, and Song Peiwan's face was also extremely solemn. No one knew how to deal with this sudden scene.

At this moment, Zhao Ya ran over with a large incense burner, turned it over, and all the incense ash inside poured onto the person on fire.

The blazing flames were suppressed by the thick incense ash and were extinguished.