Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 522 [Going south in anger, pick ten rudders in a row! 】(3)

"The group of people just now seem to be from Leijia Town."

"Yesterday, there was Wusheng who taught people to go out of the city, and then there was a fire in Leijia Town in the middle of the night. I'm afraid it can't be separated from it."

"That's right, I see that these people look sad and their movements are not very flexible. I'm afraid this Leijia Town has also been wiped out. These are orphans who escaped by chance."

"Sin, this is the number one!"

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Meng Xiaodie rode her horse back, her face was as indifferent as the ice and snow in the severe winter, her horse's hooves were kicked out, wrapped in a gust of breeze, she disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's her! Isn't she from Leijia Town? Why did she come back?" Some people were curious and hurriedly followed, they were keenly aware that something was unusual.

"Get out, get out!"

On the street, the crowd scattered in a panic, with the sound of horseshoes, a group of Wusheng believers in white rushed over, galloping their horses in the downtown area without slowing down. Few people shook their heads and sighed, looking at this posture, they are afraid that someone will be unlucky again.

It turned out that the people from Wushengjiao saw that the people who went to Leijia Town last night had not returned, and heard the people from Leijia Town appear in Pingyang City this morning, so they immediately realized that something was wrong, and sent people over urgently to find out what happened.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you can't find death!"

On the long street, Meng Xiaodie met a member of the Wusheng Cult unexpectedly, and a Wusheng Cultist in front of him yelled loudly, asking Meng Xiaodie to get out of the way.

Meng Xiaodie pulled the reins, stopped the steed, and stood straight in the middle of the street, her eyes were calm, looking straight ahead, without any sign of giving way, she was going to find Wushengjiao, and if she met here, then It was solved on the spot.

"court death!"

The person from the Wusheng Sect snorted coldly, he was used to being domineering, and he wanted to make trouble for others when he had nothing to do, but now he had something urgent to do, but he was stopped by someone, he was immediately annoyed, he threw out the long whip in his hand, and slammed at Meng Xiao Butterfly rolled away, to say that she rolled off the horse and fell to the ground fiercely, this is his usual trick, very skilled.

Meng Xiaodie didn't move like a mountain, she stretched out her palm to grab the whip, and shook it lightly, the man sat down and galloped on the horse, fell to the ground, and the dozens of horsemen following behind suddenly became a mess, A few riders broke away from the cavalry and rushed towards the sides. One of the riders bumped into a stall, and the galloping horse fell to the ground.

"Who are you, why are you blocking my way of Wushengjiao!" shouted one of them.

"Why tell her so much, kill her, and dare to offend my Wusheng Cult, really reckless." Someone behind said impatiently.

Everyone avoided them from a distance, fearing that they would be harmed, many people were full of curiosity, they didn't understand who Meng Xiaodie was, and dared to block Wushengjiao's way.

"Smelly bitch, you are courting death!"

The person who was dumped by Meng Xiaodie before stood up staggeringly, this time he fell hard, not to mention the pain all over his body, even his head was a little dizzy, he stabilized his body and yelled loudly.

Meng Xiaodie pulled the rein, the steed rushed forward immediately, bumped its head into the man's chest, sent it flying horizontally, hit the person behind it, and both fell to the ground together.

"How dare you break ground on Tai Sui's head, brothers, kill me!" The face of the leader of the Wusheng Cultist suddenly darkened. Meng Xiaodie didn't say a word to block the way and hurt others, which made him lose his last trace of patience. He waved his hand and ordered everyone to come up forward.

The disciples of the Wusheng Cult held their knives fiercely, Sen Han's blade gleamed coldly in the sun, and a murderous aura permeated the long street.

(End of this chapter)