"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Chu."
"For the sake of Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist Chu can take your people out of here."
The voice continued, seeming to be really convinced by Chu Shuang.
However, Chu Shuang knew that it was not that simple. The other party's words emphasized the three words "your people".
Here, the only people who can be regarded as belonging to her are Li Xinwan and Song Hang.
It means that this person is not prepared to let the others go at all.
Boss Qian obviously understood the meaning of the words. The muscles on his face tensed up and he tried hard to keep his voice steady.
"Master Immortal, I am willing to leave half of the goods here. I just hope that you can be noble and let us leave."
Boss Qian has been traveling all over the world these years. If nothing else, he still has a good eye.
Seeing Chu Shuang's alert look, he knew that the person coming was not an easy one, and it was hard to say that even Chu Shuang and the other three couldn't handle it.
In this case, there is no need to worry about the goods.
Boss Qian quickly made the decision to sacrifice the small but the large.
"hehe."
"But I was never prepared to ask for your goods in the first place."
This is for them.
This made Boss Qian's face turn pale instantly. He clenched his fists and looked at Chu Shuang with trembling eyes.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but heard Song Hang speak.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? You shameless villain, do you dare to come out and have a fight?"
Don't say this too arrogantly.
He took out his sword, pointed it upward, and sent a sword energy flying upward in a provocative manner.
This process was so fast that Chu Shuang had no time to stop it.
He secretly said something bad, his whole body tensed up, his spiritual energy was swimming, and he was ready to fight.
"hehe!"
There was silence in the sky for a while, and then cold laughter came from all directions like a tide, echoing in the canyon, stinging people's eardrums.
"You're just a junior, if you don't eat the toast, you'll be punished with alcohol, you're looking for death!"
Like the wrath of the sky, a lot of gravel suddenly fell from the sky.
The gravel carries the power of thunder, which cannot be stopped by mortals.
Chu Shuang made another secret, formed a small defensive formation, and then swung the whip in her hand.
"You are all in the formation and don't come out."
She shouted softly, her body rose into the air, and her whip was like a swimming dragon, whipping the gravel into powder in the air.
Spiritual energy stirred in the air, and the sound of collisions was endless.
Scattered small stones fell on the formation and were dissolved by invisible power.
Li Xinwan and Song Hang were also helping. As soon as these three people took action, they gathered their momentum and forced them back.
Chu Shuang moved in mid-air, her eyes sharp, and her whip pinpointed the opponent's hiding place and whipped it.
He missed, but he forced the person out.
It was a young man with a face as white as paper. There was no blood on his face, and his pale skin had a gloomy air, like a dying person.
"Okay, you're doing very well!"
The young man stared at Chu Shuang, seemingly impatient.
A bow appeared in his hand. He exerted force on his arm, and a rune lit up on the bow. The powerful fluctuations of spiritual power locked the person, and the sharp feeling caused by it made Chu Shuang's pupils shrink.
No arrows were seen, so he drew his bow and shot, and the sound of breaking through the air came again.
Using spiritual power as arrows, the arrows turned into thousands on the way, and were about to smash Chu Shuang and others into sieves.
"Dzogchen in the later stage of foundation building."
Chu Shuang spat out these words with a solemn look on her face. Junior brothers and sisters were no match for this person.
If it was one-on-one, she might still have a chance to fight, but there were too many people behind her to protect her, so she would definitely be helpless in a fight.
The cultivation level of a monk is not the algorithm of one plus one equals two. A monk with a high level of cultivation can easily crush a bunch of monks with a low level of cultivation.
Just like this young man is treating them right now.
Even if there are three monks on their side, it will be difficult to get benefits from the other party.
The only way was to give up protecting the caravan so that she could leave safely with her junior brother and junior sister. This was exactly the choice the other party gave her at the beginning.
Obviously, the other party has already seen through him.
"What are you afraid of? There are three of us and he is the only one!"
Perhaps a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. When Song Hang saw people showing up, he was the first to move.
"Stop, come back!"
Song Hang's reckless action made Chu Shuang scream, but Song Hang would not be obedient. Instead, he thought he could try his own strength.
He took advantage of the cliffs on both sides to quickly fly into the air. After reaching a certain distance, Song Hang swung his sword at him.
After all, Bai Fengque is an authentic sect. Although its background is not as good as those of other major sects, the sword skills taught by it are also solid.
The moves are not flashy, and the Jin Rui Qi is obvious.
It is rare for this kind of sword move to appear in a sect like Bai Fengque.
And this is a swordsmanship that only the next head of Bai Fengque can learn. The master has already taught it to his junior brother?
Shock flashed through Chu Shuang's eyes, but it was more of worry.
The younger junior brother's swordsmanship only has form but no bones. There is no problem in bullying those disciples in the sect, but outside, there are many beings who can crush him.
Facing Song Hang's seemingly deadly attacks, the young man had a leisurely and mocking smile on his face.
He didn't even think about playing with Song Hang, and looked at him like he was looking at a poor little mouse.
"Idiot, trash, rubbish!"
This was the judgment he gave to Song Hang.
At this sound, Song Hang's eyes turned red. Regardless of the chill rising in his heart and the shouts of the senior sister below, he attacked again.
The result of overestimating one's capabilities was that the young man suddenly increased his speed. Before Song Hang had time to catch the opponent's figure, he was kicked in the chest.
Blood spurted in the air, and Song Hang's body fell uncontrollably.
He wanted to resist, but found that his spiritual power seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.
And that youth is hot on its heels.
"no, do not want!"
Song Hang shouted, with strong regret in his eyes filled with fear.
A whip wrapped around Song Hang's waist and pulled him back to avoid the possibility of being kicked to death again.
After stuffing a pill into Song Hang's mouth, Chu Shuang looked at the fallen young man and tightly held the whip in his hand.
"Senior, you have such a level of cultivation, why do you have to deal with a group of mortals?"
she asked tentatively.
This person doesn't want to solve the money boss's problem too easily. She doesn't think she can get any sense of accomplishment from it.
"senior?"
The young man smiled strangely.
As he got closer, the strong smell of blood wafted from the opponent's body.
That blood energy lingers in the young man's body all year round, and as time goes by, he has become one with the other person.
Bloody evil filled the air, and Chu Shuang's face completely changed.
"Demon cultivator!" The hoarse voice carried indescribable despair.
If they were righteous monks, they might still have a chance to discuss something, but these demonic cultivators never paid attention to any agreed orders.
If you want to kill, just kill.
That's how simple they are.
(End of chapter)
