"What do you want to do? My father is the lord of Xuanqing City." Xiaopang was still discouraged and took a step forward to stand in front of Changsheng.
The Lord of Xuanqing City? The four middle-aged people looked at each other with some confusion.
"You guys are looking for me, right? No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with my two friends. Can you let them leave?" Changsheng said and moved Xiaoyu onto the fat man's back.
It was impossible for Xiaoyu to make enemies, and the four of them looked like they didn't recognize Fatty just now. The only possibility is himself, and then there is only Yuan Zheng, a mortal enemy.
At this moment, an old man wearing azure robes flew down from the sky with a black jade pendant suspended under his feet.
Changsheng was even more shocked when he saw the person coming. Royal weapon flying, this is a master of condensation! It's two steps taller than him. They have the same cultivation level as those elders in the martial arts academy.
To take his immortal life, even if a Qi Refining Master is more than enough, the appearance of the Master of Ning Zhen must have other reasons.
"Old man!" Four middle-aged people saluted with clasped fists.
The old man looked at Changsheng and flicked his hand, and the two corpses with broken legs fell to the ground: "You should be familiar with these two people, right?"
Knew it! When he didn't find the two of them in Songque Forest that day, Changsheng thought that this might cause trouble.
"Senior, I admit what I did, but my two friends are innocent. No matter what, senior is a master of condensation. Do you want to attack two juniors in the Qi refining stage?"
"You're really sharp-tongued. I'm just here to ask some questions. If you can answer quickly, they may be able to do it easier. Of course, if you don't answer, I can still search your soul to get the answer, and your friend I’m afraid I’m going to suffer.”
Chang Sheng sighed deeply and looked at Fatty: "I'm sorry, Fatty. I have caused trouble for you. Put Xiaoyu on the ground, be careful not to step on her."
"Damn it, if you dare to touch us, my father will never let you go."
"I'm sorry, Xiaoyu. I swear, if I don't die, I will make it impossible for them to live or die." Chang Sheng gently glanced at Xiaoyu, who was still sleeping, and slowly took out the Mosasaurus knife from his waist.
The old man surnamed Weng curled his lips and smiled, and a middle-aged man instantly released a powerful force of Qi refining to press down on the two Changsheng.
The little fat man spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, his life and death unknown. The little wolf cub was also thrown away and hit a tree trunk and passed out.
A stream of blood spurted out from Changsheng's mouth and nose, but after he flew backwards for more than half a foot, he suddenly used his "Nine Paths" to take a diagonal step, came to the pockmarked one among the four, and chopped him off with his knife.
The five people were shocked when they saw Chang Sheng's actions. Especially the pockmarked middle-aged man was even more stunned when he saw Chang Sheng rushing in front of him in an instant. At this stunned moment, a shadow of a knife flashed across his lower body.
That's right, it's a shadow of a knife, not a shadow of a knife.
"Fourth." The other three middle-aged men raised their palms in surprise and attacked Changsheng.
"Keep alive." The old man surnamed Weng shouted loudly.
Changsheng had been thrown to the ground, his bones and flesh were torn all over his body, and he could even vaguely see the broken internal organs in his body.
"~~~I~~~I~~~" came the pockmarked and trembling voice in everyone's ears.
All that was left of his legs and feet were white skeletons. The 60 white bones were not evenly connected and looked like they were made of porcelain. The skeleton of his legs was tremblingly supporting his upper body, and he was surrounded by a pile of broken meat, which was really eye-catching.
Just one or two blinks later, there was a "crash", the leg bones were scattered on the ground, and the upper body also fell to the ground with a "dong". And his people no longer have any life left.
At this time, no matter whether the true energy is exhausted or the sea of qi disappears, it will not be as horrifying as the scene in front of them.
"Haha, even the Yuan Zhan Dao can't compare to your weird sword skills. It's interesting!"
The old man surnamed Weng squatted down and stretched one hand to the top of Changsheng's head.
"Lord Xuanqing? Don't leave anyone alive." Following the words of the old man surnamed Weng, the two middle-aged men walked towards Xiaoyu and the fat man.
Changsheng knew that he was bound to die, so he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Xiaoyu who was sleeping.
…
"My name is Changsheng. Did you come here to escape from trouble?"
"Well, my name is Ling Xiaoyu."
"It's okay. My parents died when I was four or five years old. I am now an apprentice to Uncle Chen, and I help the neighbors work every day. I have enough to eat. Follow me and you will also have enough to eat. of."
…
"Brother Changsheng, brother Changsheng, it's a festival today. Uncle Chen and Aunt Li gave us a hundred silver coins."
"Well, then you should save it, and when we have enough silver coins, we will open a tavern."
"Hmm, I want to open a big tavern with two floors."
…
The old man surnamed Weng had put his hand on Changsheng's head, and the middle-aged man who walked in front of Xiaoyu also slowly raised his arm.
The extremely weak Chang Sheng stared at the middle-aged man closely, and carved his appearance in his mind bit by bit.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly, three sounds of objects falling to the ground were heard, and three middle-aged people were thrown into the air. At the same time, the old man surnamed Weng in front of Changsheng suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, bent over and flew backwards.
An old man in white robe flew down from the sky and appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Senior~~~Senior."
The old man surnamed Weng stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and bowed tremblingly. The other three middle-aged people fell to the ground and their lives and deaths were unknown.
"roll."
The old man in white robe walked towards Changsheng with a cold word and put a pill into his mouth. Then his spiritual consciousness carefully explored Changsheng's body. After a few breaths, he frowned, shook his head, and turned around to leave.
The midday sun shines warmly on the woods, and unknown birds chirp happily.
Chang Sheng felt a dampness on his face and slowly opened his eyes. The little wolf cub in front of him was sticking out his little tongue and licking his face.
Changsheng moved his body and sat up bit by bit.
It’s so good to be alive!
Feeling the sunshine, Changsheng took a long, deep breath, and broke out in a cold sweat while being overjoyed. After truly experiencing life and death, this fear made him feel more worried.
Zaizai was lying next to him and whining, obviously he was also seriously injured. Changsheng quickly took out the healing liquid and swallowed a few drops for himself and Zaizai.
Then, he subconsciously looked inside his own sea of consciousness. Sure enough, most of the demonic energy lingering around the Ink Dragon Ring has disappeared. It looks like two or three layers of black gauze, and the Ink Dragon Ring inside can be completely seen.
Changsheng sighed helplessly. It seemed that the demonic energy could heal the injury once more at most. Demonic energy! Demonic energy! Where should I find it?
After a few breaths, Changsheng finally stood up. After looking around, he didn't see the figure of the old man in white robe. Changsheng vaguely remembered that the old man in white robe came to him before he became unconscious, and seemed to say something.
Xiaoyu was still lying on the ground and sleeping, without any injuries. Changsheng smiled happily and came to Xiaopang again.
Xiaopang's injury seemed a bit serious, so Changsheng opened his mouth and poured two drops of spiritual liquid into it. He didn't expect that this smooth-tongued fat man would actually stand in front of him.
I looked around but didn't find the old man named Weng. But the four middle-aged people who had their lower bodies chopped off were already dead, while the other three were still seriously injured and unconscious on the ground.
Haha, retribution is unpleasant! Since I am not dead, I will make it impossible for you to live and die.
Changsheng walked up to the middle-aged man who was about to attack Xiaoyu, pointed at one of his arms, took out a knife and slowly used the Extreme Dragon Sword Technique.
After the first blow, the middle-aged man immediately became a mortal.
When the flesh on that arm was almost shaved off by Chang Sheng, the middle-aged man finally woke up from the pain. In horror, he watched calmly cutting his immortality, and screamed feebly: "You~~~~you~~~~"
Changsheng didn't say a word, and was still practicing the Jilong Sword technique on his arm. One arm ends and another begins.
"You~~~~ you killed me, please give me a death!" The middle-aged man said hoarsely, looking at Changsheng in disbelief in pain.
"I can kill you, or I can make you unable to live or die." The knife in Changsheng's hand still did not stop.
"We are from the Yuan family in Tianyue City."
"Where's the one named Weng from before?"
"I only know that he is from the Nanli Dynasty, and I don't know anything else."
"Nanli Dynasty?" Changsheng nodded, but did not stop the knife in his hand.
"Please, give me a death, you agreed."
"Promise? When did I promise?" Changsheng said expressionlessly.
In middle age, I suffered from pain and dizziness. After waking up from the pain three or four times, I finally turned into a human stick. At this moment, in his feeble screams, he only hated his parents for giving birth to him?
After a human stick ended, Changsheng walked towards another middle-aged man who was still in a coma. After about a stick of incense, the arms and legs of the three middle-aged people were cut to pieces.
The three of them were still conscious, and they were all hoarsely begging for death.
The four middle-aged Zhenyuan were all swallowed up by Changsheng, and the four achieved great success in refining Qi. But Changsheng didn't feel that his cultivation level had improved much, it was just that the Qihai Zhenyuan became more vigorous and vigorous.
Cultivation, cultivation! You must improve your cultivation as soon as possible. Although he didn't understand why the old man in white robe saved him and others, Changsheng knew that this kind of luck would not happen again.
At this time, Xiaopang finally opened his eyes and woke up.
"Immortality? Damn, where are those bastards? I want my dad to kill them." Xiaopang jumped up as he spoke, and then fell hard to the ground.
"Ouch, it hurts, why does it hurt so much?" Little Fatty wailed.
"It hurts? How good it is. It means you are still alive." Changsheng joked with some frustration.
"Brother, what's going on with these people?" Xiaopang found three human sticks lying on the ground and wailing.
"He wanted to kill us, but he was chopped into pieces."
As Chang Sheng said this, he walked over and picked up the four people's storage bags. A green light appeared when his consciousness took a look. Not to mention other things, there are at least five to six thousand Guangling Jade in each one.
After swallowing, Changsheng threw a storage bag to the fat man: "You look at Xiaoyu, I will get rid of them." After saying that, he dragged half of the body and three human sticks and disappeared from the sight of the fat man.
Half of the corpses were definitely dead, and the other three human sticks couldn't survive a cup of tea.
"Fat man, hurry up and take care of Yuan Zheng and Li Lin'er's affairs. If you need Ling Yu, tell me. No matter how much it costs, we must find a way to get the two of them together alone."
Changsheng knew that as long as these two people lived, Xiaoyu and himself would always be in danger.
"Okay, I'll find a solution as soon as possible. But is it difficult to deal with the old woman next to Li Lin'er?"
