"Robber? Didn't see it."

Ning Qi shook his head.

When Yang Zhiwen heard this, his vision went dark and he fainted directly at Ning Qi's feet.

"Brother, you were so dizzy just right."

Ning Qi let out a wry smile, checked his injuries, and extravagantly threw a top-grade rejuvenation pill into his mouth. Not long after, Yang Zhiwen slowly woke up.

"What's wrong with me……"

Yang Zhiwen said confused.

"You just fainted. I happen to have some medical skills, so I helped you treat it."

Ning Qi smiled.

"Ah..." Yang Zhiwen immediately checked the injuries on his body and found that all of them were healed. Although the scars were still there, they no longer hurt!

He quickly thanked Ning Qi gratefully: "Thank you brother, thank you brother."

"Tell me what happened."

Ning Qi smiled.

Yang Zhiwen showed an anxious look on his face and said apologetically: "Brother, although I also want to tell you in detail, my sister is in danger. If her innocence is ruined by those bandits, she will definitely commit suicide, so I have to first

Go find her! Brother, I will definitely repay you for your kindness today if I have a chance in the future!"

After saying that, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Ning Qi jumped directly on the back of the little white horse and chased Yang Zhiwen.

Hearing the movement, Yang Zhiwen turned around and asked doubtfully: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"If you don't tell me what happened, how can I help you?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Brother, you want to help me? That's great!"

Yang Zhiwen was very excited.

Immediately afterwards, he told what happened to him.

It turns out that he and his sister Yang Jingjing are both inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect. Some time ago, the Qingyun Sect found a high-quality mineral vein, and it seemed that they would have a large income. They could buy many miraculous elixirs to improve their cultivation. However, they were killed by the Qingyun Sect's sworn enemy.

, people from the Baishan Sect grabbed it first.

Later, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, their master, a Seven-Star Fighter, personally took action and had a fight with the Baishan Sect. Both sides suffered losses. Not long after returning to the sect, he died of illness.

After that, the people of Qingyun Sect walked and ran away, taking away the few belongings in the sect. Yang Zhiwen went down the mountain with his sister to find another way out. As a result, before they left the territory of Qingyun Sect within a hundred miles, they

He was robbed by a group of robbers whom he had never seen before. He was seriously injured and Yang Jingjing was directly taken away.

"After that, I met Xiongtai. By the way, I wonder what I called Xiongtai?"

Yang Zhiwen said.

"My name is Ning Qi. Do you recognize the direction in which the bandits left?"

Ning Qi said.

"They should have left from here, but when I chased them, I couldn't find any trace of them."

Yang Zhiwen pointed in a direction, and then said with some distress.

"Let's go."

Ning Qi put away the little white horse, carried Yang Zhiwen and flew directly in the direction he pointed. The wind boots given by the Demon Dragon King finally came in handy at this time.

Yang Zhiwen was startled, feeling the strong wind blowing against his face, and he said in shock: "Brother Ning, you, you are actually the King of Fighters!"

In the Dragon Continent, only Dou Wang can fly in the air!

Ning Qi smiled and said nothing.

In Yang Zhiwen's opinion, this gesture confirmed Ning Qi's identity in his heart. He was overjoyed that his sister was saved!

After about a cup of tea, Yang Zhiwen suddenly said: "The front is the territory of Baishan Sect. Those bandits should not dare to come here."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Ning Qi's cultivation level was countless times higher than his, and his eyesight was also countless times better than his. He had long seen a group of people not far away who were exchanging something, and among them there seemed to be a woman who was struggling.

"Is your sister seven feet tall, slender, sweet-looking, and has a mole on the corner of her mouth?"

Ning Qi suddenly asked.

When Yang Zhiwen heard this, he was stunned: "How does Brother Ning know?"

"That's it, we found them."

Ning Qi took Yang Zhiwen and flew to a tree near the group of people, which happened to be in the blind spot of their sight. Only two people could see them, but they could not see them.

Yang Zhiwen said excitedly: "That's my sister."

"Don't worry, let's see what they are going to do. It doesn't look like an ordinary robbery."

Ning Qi whispered.

Yang Zhiwen was not so patient in the first place, but he thought that Ning Qi was a fighting king and could spit better than them, so he listened to Ning Qi's words and calmed down.

"Master Zhang Jing, this is the woman you specified. I brought you what I wanted."

A group of horse bandits, including a middle-aged man who looked like the leader, grabbed Yang Jingjing and smiled at the group of people standing not far from him.

There were about seven or eight people in the group, and they seemed to be dominated by the young man in the middle who was about eighteen or nineteen years old.

This person's cultivation level is not very high, he is a four-star fighting master, and the rest of his cultivation level ranges from one star to three stars.

Zhang Jing looked at Yang Jingjing with saliva on his face and signaled to his men. The man immediately threw a black bag at the bandit leader. The bandit leader opened it and said with a satisfied smile: "Young Master Zhang Jing is indeed a reputable person. I promise you a thousand pieces of gold."

, if you have such good things in the future, just come to me again, I will leave this woman to you, Master Zhang Jing can enjoy it slowly, hahaha."

As he said that, he pushed Yang Jingjing in the direction of Zhang Jing.

Yang Jingjing was a two-star fighting master, but she was given some kind of drug by the bandit leader. At this moment, her whole body was weak and she didn't look like a fighting master at all. With a gentle push from him, she staggered towards Zhang Jing.

"Miss Yang, be careful. I'll feel bad if it breaks."

Zhang Jing quickly stepped forward to support Yang Jingjing and said with a lewd smile.

Yang Jingjing let out a scream of horror: "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I am a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. Let me go quickly, otherwise my master will not let you go. He is a Seven-Star Fighter!"

"Hahaha! Qingyun Sect has now fallen into pieces, and your master has died long ago. Miss Yang, please feel free to be my woman from now on. I, Zhang Jing, will never treat you badly."

Zhang Jing laughed proudly.

"Yes, my young master will definitely pamper you."

"Follow my young master, just wait and enjoy the blessings, otherwise your enemies from the Qingyun Sect will come looking for you in the future, and there will be no one to protect you!"

Zhang Jing's men laughed loudly.

"How do you know that my master is dead?! Ah! You, you are the youngest son of the leader of the Baishan Sect!"

Yang Jingjing finally discovered something was wrong and recognized Zhang Jing's true identity.

"Hahaha, if you know that I am the youngest son of the leader of the Baishan Sect, then you will know the benefits of following me! Don't worry, I will definitely love you the most!"

Zhang Jing laughed wildly.

When Yang Zhiwen saw this, he said angrily: "It turns out to be the youngest son of the leader of the Baishan Sect, Zhang Jing! He usually looks like a gentleman and is very talented, but he didn't expect that he is so dirty secretly! Brother Ning, help me quickly.

My sister!"
Chapter completed!