When the master is not at home, the school gate is closed and learning stops.

  After knowing someone was following them, Xiao Yan fell silent for a moment before saying resolutely: "Find a place up ahead and take care of them."

  He is now carrying this black giant sword, moving at a slow pace like a turtle crawl, allowing the pursuers to expose their tracks, and the enemy's main force will soon catch up with them.

  Xiao Bu Dian and Zhu Yi exchanged a glance, both slightly nodding their heads. They were also decisive people who couldn't tolerate those with ulterior motives following them.

  Having reached a tacit understanding, the three brothers no longer communicated with each other and didn't intentionally quicken their pace, but gradually deviated from the original route, quietly turning into a dense forest by the side of the road.

  Following them, the two Yu brothers also appeared and hastily chased into the forest.

  Xiao Yan carried a massive black sword on his back, his figure extremely heavy, and when he walked on the ground, it was as if every step left a footprint, so the two Yu family cultivators didn't fear losing him.

  One of the tall and thin Taoist priests muttered to himself as he walked: "Why does Young Master Tian insist on us following these three little devils? It's a complete waste of time."

  The dwarf monk let out a soft "hiss" and said in a low voice: "Whatever the young master says, we'll do it, no need to say more."

  Just as they were saying that, the footprints in front of them suddenly disappeared. The two cultivators reacted quickly and immediately knew something was off, they might have already been exposed.

  Before they could react, the dense foliage above them rustled, and the two instinctively looked up. A loud "whoosh" sounded beside their ears, and a massive black sword filled their field of vision.

  Xiao Yan grasped the black iron giant sword and descended from the sky, his two hands gripping the hilt of the sword. With one slash downwards, the momentum was astonishing.

  But the black iron giant sword was really too heavy, Xiao Yan couldn't move it nimbly either. One sword chopped out, and the power was indeed astonishing, but both of the Yu family's cultivators had a scornful smile on their faces.

  The two of them jumped back together lightly, and escaped the attack range of the black iron giant sword. The giant sword was too heavy, Xiao Yan couldn't change its direction, and could only watch as the two dodged the blade.

  But Xiao Yan didn't mind and even had the leisure to tease those two Yu family cultivators.

  His smile made the other two people feel inexplicable, but in the next moment, they all felt a chill run down their spines and their hairs stood on end, as if some disaster was about to befall them.

  Xiao Budian held a white bone hammer, silently appearing behind the dwarf monk and with a familiar movement, "thudded" onto the back of the dwarf monk's head.

  The dwarf cleric let out a pained cry, feeling stars spinning before his eyes. He struggled to turn around, forcing himself to focus and not pass out.

  He had just turned around and hadn't seen clearly what was in front of him when a white shadow flashed before his eyes, and another club struck down, hitting him squarely on the forehead.

  The dwarf monk flipped his eyelids once and lost all strength to struggle, neatly and efficiently lying down on his back and fainting.

  Xiao Buzhi's two consecutive blows were indeed a profound, swift, accurate and ruthless technique that had been practiced to perfection. Even Lin Feng would have to admit that this kid has a promising future in the field of staff striking, and is truly gifted.

  Zhu Yi and Gao Tai, who were still fighting beside him, also slowed down, their eyes simultaneously looking towards Xiao Wu's side.

  He's really a little scamp, with his red lips and white teeth, cute to the extreme, this little rascal, yet he's so brutally violent and skilled at wielding that club, it looks really out of place.

  "This little guy is still unaware, but instead he's proud and smiling at Zhu Yi, saying: 'Second brother, this is our school's ultimate technique, used to capture the opponent alive. Master taught it when you hadn't entered the sect yet, so you didn't get a chance to learn.'"

  "Later, later I'll demonstrate it for you again, once you learn it, next time won't be so troublesome."

  The ten years of hard work Zhu Yi put into cultivating his inner energy finally went to waste at this moment, he shook his head with a twitching mouth corner: "This... I won't learn it anymore." Looking at this little guy who was the most advanced among his fellow disciples but humbly referred to himself as the youngest, Zhu Yi's back actually felt a slight chill.

  That tall monk stared at Xiaodidian, his eyes wide with wonder.

  Is this still a child under five years old?

  If so, why would there be such a high level of cultivation?

  More importantly, why is there such a thick skin!

  What kind of martial arts sect's ultimate technique is this, specifically used to capture opponents alive?

  It's just a sneak attack with a blackjack, okay?!

  The dwarf monk had fainted. If he woke up and understood the truth, he would also have billions of ancient violent dragons rushing through his mind like the tall monk at this moment.

  Xiao Yan anxiously grasped the black iron giant sword in his hand and said to Zhu Yi, "Second brother, don't listen to his nonsense. Master is just joking with him, but this kid took it seriously... or rather, he knew Master was joking, but this move suits this bear child's taste too well, so now he's waving Master's flag and swaggering around."

  Xiao Bu Dian laughed happily on one side, while Zhu Yi shook his head with a bitter smile.

  "For a short period of time, I won't be able to use this thing in battle with others." Xiao Yan let out a sigh, loosening his grip and throwing down the black iron giant sword, stirring up a cloud of yellow dust.

  The next moment, Xiao Yan's figure flashed and he had already disappeared from his original position: "Let's work together, quick battle and quick decision."

  Gao Yi's eyes widened as he saw Xiao Yan suddenly appear in front of him, the cultivation that had been suppressed by the black iron giant sword bursting out, and a fist flew towards his face.

  The wolf-like figure dodged Xiang Yan's punch, and the tall monk only felt a chill on his neck before a long sword was placed against his throat. The long sword was held in Zhu Yi's hand, while the scholar in green robes had one hand behind his back, his expression calm: "Don't move recklessly, we already have one captive. Whether to spare you or not depends on your own behavior."

  Mentioning the living mouth, looking at the dwarf monk who was still unconscious on the ground, Zhu Yi's eyebrows twitched a few times, and he glared at Xiaobudian with annoyance.

  Xiao Budo walked over with a smile and asked: "Alright, tell us, why are you following us?"

  The tall monk wanted to spout nonsense, but when he met Xiaobudian's bright and shiny eyes, and saw Xiaobudian weighing the white bone hammer in his hand, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head, and could only force himself to say: "I am a monk from the Yu family, if you are smart, it's best to let us go, otherwise, you will have a hard time."

  Xiao Budian's smile gradually disappeared from his face, and he didn't say a word, just quietly staring at the tall Taoist priest.

  He never thought that he would be stared at by a 4 or 5 year old kid and feel creeped out.

  Xiao Yan and Zhu Yi exchanged a glance, and Zhu Yi said in a low voice: "Is it the family of Shi Tianyi's grandfather?" Xiao Yan nodded with a serious face.

  "Turn back and look at that tall monk: 'The helper of tyranny, directly behead him.'"

  Gao's heart turned cold, and when he looked at Xiaobudian's expressionless little face again, his courage was completely gone.

  But he was just following orders and didn't know why he had to tail Xiaobudian.

  Xiao Bu Dong and his two fellow disciples quickly came to their senses, knocking the tall monk unconscious as well. Xiao Yan spoke in a low voice, "Will they have recognized Little Brother?"

  Zhu Yi nodded: "The possibility is very great, and it may not be possible to determine yet, so only these two people were sent to stake out, but they must have already had some suspicions."

  Xiao Buzhi lowered his head: "It's me who has been holding you back."

  Xiao Yan waved his hand and said indifferently, "What are you talking about? We're fellow disciples, what's the difference between being a burden or not?" He looked at the black iron giant sword on the ground, scratching his head in distress: "If anyone's a burden, it's me who's holding you back."

  "Is there a way to take this thing away and speed up without leaving any traces?" Xiao Yan frowned: "The three of us have invested all our family's assets in this thing, it would be a pity to just throw it away."

  Zhu Yi and Xiao Buzhi also looked gloomy upon hearing this.