"Tsk tsk, you're quite cautious. It doesn't look like it's the first time you've done something like this. Could it be that you're still a habitual gangster?"
When Qingyun completely left Jiangyun City, he was already alone beside him, and no one could be seen.
However, several of them were still very calm and well concealed. It was not until the young man went deep into a jungle alone that a sinister laughter finally came from behind him.
"Jiejie, you country bumpkin, have you been fooled?"
"Ah! You...you guys!"
Looking back, sure enough, it was the several Yuquan Cave disciples led by Pan Long yesterday!
With a bad taste in mind, Qingyun bit his finger, looked horrified, and his exaggerated trembling legs immediately made several people burst into laughter. Only one of them said:
"Master Pan, look at the appearance of this country bumpkin. We thought he was so powerful, but we didn't expect that he is actually a strong-willed embroidered pillow!"
Pan Long spat disdainfully upon hearing this, then crushed him with his foot in a very dandy manner, and said domineeringly:
"Boy, I was injured by your sneak attack yesterday. How should I settle the debt?"
"You! You guys!"
Looking at the people who were eyeing him, I suddenly felt that today seemed to be a great opportunity for me to hone my acting skills.
"Me! We!"
However, Pan Long also imitated his timid appearance, and his actions were thousands of times more exaggerated.
"Goodbye, you, you, you. Yesterday, Young Master Yu protected you and allowed you to escape. Today, our brothers must educate you well. By the way, let you, a country bumpkin, understand that we, the disciples of Yuquan Cave, are not like you. The trash from Zhongjiangyun Cave can be provoked!"
"You...what do you want?"
Qingyun was determined not to give up, and even his center of gravity was unstable due to "fear".
"How about it?"
Pan Long seemed to be very disgusted with the waste in front of him. After lifting his feet, the golden rooster became independent. He pointed the soil-covered soles at Qingyun and sneered coldly:
"Lick the soles of your shoes clean for me and forget about it."
"Made, you are so arrogant!"
The stern look in his eyes flashed away, but the young man still shouted that you were going too far.
At this time, another loser walked up to Pan Long and whispered something in his ear, making him roll his eyes, put down his feet, then raised his hand that was still bandaged, and said:
"Well, we are all classmates after all, and I don't want to make things worse. Let's do this. You can open the treasure bag yourself and present everything in it to our brothers. The grudge between you and me will be wiped out. how?"
"Damn, this is too much for a lion to say, isn't it? If you want them all, why don't you force people to resist?"
Qingyun was full of curses in his heart. In the past, the souls killed by his sword usually extorted valuable property. Unexpectedly, these young people didn't even understand the basic common sense of robbery.
"No... no... I just have a treasure bag, and all the valuable things are in it. If I give it to you... I... will go bankrupt!"
From the initial awkwardness to the later proficiency, Xiaoye's performance has begun to take shape with an expression of fear and inseparability.
But these words immediately made the eyes of Pan Long and others shine brightly, because they knew very well that Qingyun, a idiot from a family like Qingyun, had a lot of valuable things.
They can't use spirit stones here, but once they leave Zhijing Cave, the credits will be useless.
"Quick! Open the treasure bag and we will let you go!"
As they talked, Pan Long and the others gradually approached Qingyun who was "unaware", and one of the monks even thought that they were flawless and slowly walked around behind the young master.
"Hey, with the level of murder and hustling you guys have, you would basically starve to death in Kyushu."
At this time, Qingyun suddenly felt like laughing, because he knew that Jingdongtian had raised a bunch of things.
However, although he was madly contemptuous in his heart, the play still had to be played to the end. The young man exclaimed very dedicatedly:
"No! My treasure bag is full of valuable things!"
As he spoke, he took out his bulging treasure bag from his sleeves and hugged it to his chest, as if he regarded wealth as his life.
Seeing this, these people's eyes suddenly glowed, especially Pan Long, who looked at Qingyun like an old bachelor looking at a big girl.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that we actually caught a fat sheep today. Boy, please quickly wipe off the traces of essence and blood on the treasure bag, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
"There's so much nonsense."
The young man thought speechlessly.
Then looking far into the distance, he felt that he was at least dozens of miles away from Jiangyun City. If he did it here, he wouldn't be caught, right?
But while he was still thinking about it, Pan Long suddenly shouted loudly:
"Do it!"
In an instant, Qingyun felt a sword roar like the neighing of a war horse coming from behind. It must have been the man who had circled behind him before who ordered a sneak attack, but all this was already under his control.
Shifting his body, he jumped up and pointed his toes directly on the attacker's sword, easily dodging the opponent's thrust.
Then, using the force of the fall, Qingyun stepped on his shoulder again. The huge force pushed him to his knees, making him miserable. With just a slight force, the man's body and head would be separated immediately.
"Tsk tsk, you are also in the early stage of Yuan Hua realm, but your strength is too poor."
Looking back on those Yuan Hua realm monks I met in the Thirty-three Realms, which one was not better than these wastes?
"Huh, if you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty. Brothers, come on!"
I don't know if he remembered the pain of Qingyun piercing the palm of his hand with a spirit stone yesterday. A trace of fear clearly flashed on Pan Long's face, but he thought in his heart that there were still four henchmen around, and he felt that he should be able to take down this abominable thing. boy.
"Haha, we're not too close anymore. I'll just play with you~"
With a faint smile, Qingyun called out Luo Yun's sword light quite casually.
Holding the light red spiritual blade in the palm of his hand, one side was unarmed, while the other side was holding a sword. The situation seemed to be very unfavorable to Qingyun.
But after a while, the young master taught these young masters who were pampered all day long a big lesson called "the world is only difficult"!
He pointed his fingers together into a sword, and used only two fingers to coordinate with Luo Yun's sword light. He was extremely dexterous and able to deal with the attacks of five Yuanhua Realm monks at the same time, including even Pan Long, who was in the middle stage of the Yuanhua Realm.
His lower body was motionless, but his upper body was as if he were an immortal. Often the attacker either couldn't even touch the corners of Qingyun's clothes, or else he collided with others and caused accidental injuries.
"Swords have no eyes, so fellow Taoists, it's better to be careful, haha~"
After he pointed his finger at the sword of a certain dogleg, the person was deflected by the young man's huge force and the attack trajectory was almost wiped off the head of the person next to him.
"Damn, is this kid a loach? Why is he so slippery!"
Some people said in anger because they couldn't get close to Qingyun.
The old man who had secretly attacked before was the most miserable. When he came up, Qingyun directly suppressed him under his feet with his majestic spiritual power. He became his mount to avoid getting his clothes dirty, and he probably ate at least two kilograms of mud.
These monks who were born and raised in Zhijing Cave Heaven were in no way proportional to the young master in terms of speed, spiritual power, and endurance. They gave him a rare experience of the joy of torturing vegetables.
He only used Luo Yun's sword to fight against them. He and I exchanged hundreds of moves. The young master's complexion remained normal and his energy pulse was stable, but they all started to blush and their hearts beat, and their movements were disordered.
"What a bunch of trash!"
The battle will eventually arouse Qingyun's evil spirit. After a disdainful sneer, the young master directly swept with his flesh palm and grasped the swords of four doglegs.
Although several people tried their best, they still couldn't pull out their swords.
"Come on, try harder. What's wrong? Didn't you eat at noon? Or are you indigenous monks not as good as a country bumpkin like me?"
Qingyun's eyes flashed with coldness and he continued to sarcastically say.
But in this way, Pan Long saw the opportunity for him with his door wide open, and he only heard him say angrily with an angry face:
"Beast, please accept your fate!"
In fact, if this situation were placed in Kyushu, such a hard battle would obviously show that there is a huge gap in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Even Qingyun himself would run away immediately and would never do such a life-threatening stupid thing.
But it is a pity that this is the small paradise-like world of Zhijing Cave, and Pan Long and the others are just as Qingyun had judged before, they are all young children who have never seen blood.
Pan Long, blinded by anger, burst out with unprecedented murderous intent, but murderous intent does not equal strength. Once anger defeats reason, the end has already been written.
Qingyun smiled coldly and spun his left wrist. His fierce spiritual power instantly knocked several people holding swords to the ground. Even before Pan Long could rush to him, Qingyun had already snatched the four swords. The sword flew out!
Swish, swish, the deformed sword pierced the sky like lightning, aiming directly at the stunned Pan Long.
Fortunately, I was merciful, and all four swords avoided the fatal position of his face, chest, and abdomen. It would be nice to let him suffer some physical pain as punishment.
But what Qingyun didn't expect was that Pan Long had a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Yuan Hua realm. In terms of realm alone, he was just higher than him. Facing the sword being projected towards him, he only heard a few clanging sounds, and he actually blocked it one after another. Three strikes.
After blocking the last sword, Pan Long acted quite complacently, preparing to counterattack Qingyun with his sword hook.
However, perhaps because the angle was not grasped well, the young master did not even have a chance to parry. The long sword that flew upside down unexpectedly went astray, and by chance, Qingyun's "mountain" was stabbed to the core.
"No!!! Wang Ba!"
Unfortunately, the mount, known as King Ba, died before leaving the battle, leaving the horse with tears streaming down its cheeks.
Pan Long's sword shot through his neck, blood spurted out wildly, his body was still twitching, and his end was extremely miserable.
Seeing this, Pan Long's eyes were splitting and he stopped attacking. The four people whose weapons were taken away by Qingyun were frightened.
