The fairy is fierce

thunderbolt--

Bursts of muffled thunder are like gods beating drums above the sky.

In the deep mountains and old forests, a dozen young men and women, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, were walking on a path submerged by weeds.

Zuo Lingquan walked in front with his sword in hand, cutting dead vines and weeds along the way to clear the road, and occasionally looking up at the gloomy sky.

"There are still twenty miles left, so work hard. When you get there, you can rest for a night and continue telling you about "A Chinese Ghost Story"..."

"Senior Brother Zuo, don't be so scary. It scares Junior Sister Zhou and makes her want to crawl into your arms..."

"Hahaha……"

"Oh you guys..."

The straight-line distance from Xiong Xiazi Ridge to Qihuang Valley is about a hundred miles, but all the way over the mountains and ridges and around the river to cross the river, it takes at least more than 300 miles of mountain road. There is a round trip in three days, and it takes more than 200 miles every day.

Although the journey was a bit long, the group of people were all practitioners, so it was quite bearable to stop and rest along the way.

Seeing that there are still more than ten miles away from Heixiazi Ridge, and they can rest for a night and return, many disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Rui, who was walking beside Zuo Lingquan, even joked:

"Senior Brother Zuo, when we were collecting the medicine, I heard a few junior sisters talking privately. It seemed that they were preparing to sleepwalk at night and lie in your bed. You must control yourself and not let the princess be sorry. If you really can't control it, just cough. With a bang, I will take the junior brothers out to avoid them first..."

The last time he was in danger in the Evergreen Mountains, Wang Rui almost died in Shekou. Fortunately, he escaped from danger in the end and only suffered a few scratches.

No matter how Qihuang Valley views the risk-taking act of rescuing people, Wang Rui, as the person involved, has kept this feeling in his heart; although he almost chopped off both of his legs with a knife, which still makes him still frightened, he is grateful and will not let it go. Cut it in half.

From then on, Wang Rui only had two impressions of Zuo Lingquan, one was 'righteous' and the other was 'ruthless', and his title naturally became senior brother.

Facing Wang Rui's nonsense, Zuo Lingquan raised the corner of his mouth:

"If the princess heard what you said, there will be multiple small yellow gates outside Zhengyuan Hall from now on."

"This is not a private chat. In fact, in my opinion, Her Royal Highness the Princess is not as strong-willed as the rumors say, and she is really passionate about Senior Brother Zuo..."

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While chatting casually, the group walked into a small basin with flat terrain, and Xiong Xiazi Ridge also appeared at the end of the rain forest.

The road to patrol the mountains is very boring. You may go back and forth ten times without encountering anything worth talking about. It was a smooth journey and they were about to reach the turnaround point. A dozen disciples relaxed their vigilance and even went to the woods in advance to find dead vine branches that were not soaked by the rain to make a fire for cooking later.

Wang Rui was a talkative person. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan was unwilling to talk about the love between his children, he turned around and started teasing his junior sister.

Zuo Lingquan has been immersed in sword practice for fourteen years, and he has developed the habit of doing things with a clear mind. Although he occasionally makes some gossip, his eyes are always on the darkness of the rain forest.

The dense canopy of trees blocked most of the sight, and the surrounding area was completely silent. Apart from the disciples' voices, there was only the sound of rain, as if there was no living thing in the entire dense rainforest.

Zuo Lingquan didn't notice anything at first, but as he walked, he felt something wasn't right, so he raised his hand:

"Silence."

The disciples often go out to patrol the mountains, and have long developed the habit of obeying orders and prohibitions. The men and women simultaneously held their breath and touched the swords they carried.

As a result, the only sound left in the entire basin was the sound of rain.

Wang Rui held the hilt of the sword, leaned next to Zuo Lingquan, and scanned the surrounding dense forest:

"Senior Brother Zuo, what's wrong?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't hear any movement, but that's why he felt strange:

"It's too quiet. There's no sound in the whole forest. It's unnatural."

After Wang Rui was reminded, he realized something was wrong.

Evergreen Mountain is a barren mountain. Although ferocious beasts are not common, snakes, insects, birds and beasts are everywhere. Even if it rains, it is impossible to be so quiet that there is no sound at all.

When this happens, it's usually because there are some ferocious beasts in the mountains and forests that make the birds and beasts living here afraid to cry.

The purpose of patrolling the mountain, in addition to collecting heavenly materials and earthly treasures, is to hunt and kill the ferocious beasts that have been driven to the outskirts of Evergreen Mountain. If they can't be dealt with, go back and notify the division commander. Seeing something happened, Wang Rui said:

"Do you want me to go explore the road?"

Zuo Lingquan held a long sword in his hand and listened carefully to the movements around him. After waiting for a long time, he still didn't see any movement, so he raised his hand and said:

"Wang Rui will follow me to explore the road. Others will stop and be on guard. If there is any trouble, they will retreat immediately."

More than a dozen young disciples, all of whom had been taught by their senior brothers how to deal with dangerous situations, formed a circle after hearing this and were on guard from all directions.

Zuo Lingquan took Wang Rui and walked quietly along the forest path. He also took out the worry-free charm Jiang Yi gave him.

However, only when the Wuyou Talisman is activated with the true energy, will it be pulled by the user's true energy and surround the body. If activated with the white jade baht, it will not attract the target and will only stay in place. Therefore, it cannot be used in advance and can only be held in the hand. Waiting for the opportunity.

The light in the rain forest was dim, and the lush trees blocked most of the sight. The two of them could only walk more than ten steps before they left the sight of many young disciples.

Wang Rui was still worried about what happened last time. As he walked cautiously, he whispered:

"Don't meet Monkey Mang again, there will be no Uncle Wu this time..."

"Don't plant the flag."

"Huh? Alas, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. If we encounter it later, Senior Brother Zuo can just leave..."

"I have my own sense of humor, so stop talking."

"oh."

Wang Rui smiled, said nothing, and carefully inspected the surrounding area with his sword.

The two of them cautiously walked forward for nearly a hundred steps, but the surroundings were still silent and nothing was out of the ordinary.

As the saying goes, "When things go wrong, there must be monsters." Zuo Lingquan was cautious in character. He also remembered Jiang Yi's advice. After realizing that he could not figure out the reason, he did not continue to explore the way forward and said:

"I won't go to Xiong Xiazi Ridge anymore. I'll go back and report it to my uncles and ask them to come over and deal with it."

Wang Rui also noticed something strange and nodded naturally, but just as the two were about to turn back, a noise suddenly came from behind:

"There is movement in the northeast..."

"It's Mo Biao, run quickly..."

Wang Rui's face turned pale when he heard the distant words.

Mo Biao is a rare spiritual beast. Although 'ferocious beasts' and 'spiritual beasts' are both beasts, ferocious beasts mostly refer to beasts whose bodies change after eating rare and exotic herbs. They only have hunting instincts and intelligence. Not high.

Spirit beasts are natural rare beasts, just like the huge white crane in Qihuang Valley, whose intelligence and growth potential are far beyond those of ordinary beasts.

Although the physical fitness of spiritual beasts is not necessarily better than that of ferocious beasts, in terms of danger level, wild spiritual beasts are definitely higher than ferocious beasts because spiritual beasts know how to think and analyze situations.

"Sure, let the tiger leave the mountain and go back quickly."

Wang Rui quickly turned around and ran back the way he came, trying to rescue his junior brothers and sisters who were attacked by the beasts.

Zuo Lingquan, as the leader of the mountain patrol team, naturally responded quickly to help.

But just as the two of them were running for more than ten steps in the rain forest, a shout suddenly came from the side:

"Look here!"

The voice is older, but it is definitely human.

Zuo Lingquan and Wang Rui were shocked when they heard the sound, and instinctively turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a figure wearing a black cloak appearing under a towering tree more than ten steps away on the left.

The figure is making a secret with his left hand and raising his right hand high. In his hand is a bronze mirror with a mahogany frame.

The moment Zuo Lingquan turned his head, the bronze mirror suddenly lit up with dazzling white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

The dusk rain shrouded the dense forest, and the light in the forest was already dim. The bright white light lit up by the bronze mirror was like a sun suddenly appearing in the dark night, turning the trees, flowers and grass into a blazing white color.

Although the white light disappeared in a flash, Zuo Lingquan and Wang Rui had been walking in the dense forest for a long time and had adapted to the dim environment. They were caught off guard and were blinded by the dazzling white light. In an instant, the whole world was only white...

"Hold--"

"What happened..."

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Noisy sounds filled the dark rainforest for an instant.

Six people from the Baisheng Valley, wearing black cloaks, stood scattered in the darkness.

Nangong Xin held the talisman holder like a teacher holding a book. When he saw Zhao Ze driving the ferocious beasts to drive away the remaining disciples from Qihuang Valley, he asked in confusion:

"We can just kill them together, why bother to spend so much time separating them?"

"We cannot expose the existence of our Baisheng Valley. This child will die at the hands of a ferocious beast and be framed by Fuji Mountain. We will have to deal with the traces of the scene later. Too many people can easily leave mistakes."

Seeing this, Nangong Xin said no more and allowed Zhao Ze to drive away while he watched the movements deep in the dense forest.

other side.

Ancestor Qian Teng held the magic weapon 'Golden Light Mirror' and blinded the two of them. The sword Wuye hidden between the tree crowns appeared. Although it was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, the blue sword energy was already visible on the sword blade.

Tu Yang holds the 'Elephant King's Shield' in his left hand and a 'Magic Mace' in his right hand, which is also the standard equipment of the disciples of the Iron Head Mansion. The tenth level of martial arts cultivation is enough to make the true energy clearly visible. The round shield glows with yellow light, and an elephant head is vaguely visible.

Shanze Yexiu may not have the average cultivation level as compared to the Taoist immortal master Miao Zhenggenhong, but his experience of bullying the weak is definitely not comparable to that of the immortal disciples who grew up under the protection of the sect. Either he doesn't take action, and once he takes action, it will definitely be a thunderous force, and there will be no chance for the opponent to backhand.

Seeing the two people being blinded by the golden light mirror, Tu Yang took the lead and strode towards Zuo Lingquan holding the Elephant King Shield.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were temporarily blinded by the flash of white light, but he knew something was wrong the moment he was hit.

Tap tap tap——

Heavy footsteps approached quickly, like a bull charging from the side.

Zuo Lingquan listened to the sound and identified Tu Yang's position. Without hesitation, he crushed the worry-free talisman wrapped in white jade baht and threw it to the side.

As soon as the snow-white talisman was released, it unfolded in the air. The broken white jade baht was adsorbed in the middle of the complicated incantation. The five-color stream of light merged into it, and the incantation also lit up at the same time.

Zuo Lingquan's reaction was not unpleasant, but the six people from Baisheng Valley were surrounding him and they had already expected that Zuo Lingquan would have something to protect his life.

Tu Yang did not attack at all. Instead, he protected himself with a round shield and deliberately charged forward with a shocking momentum to attract his opponent to reveal his protective treasure.

The Jian Wuye above him was hiding his voice and looking for an opportunity to kill with one strike.

Seeing Zuo Lingquan throw the Worry-Free Talisman to the side, Jian Wuye didn't hesitate anymore, borrowing force from the tree trunk, his speed skyrocketed and he stabbed Zuo Lingquan in the back of the head with his sword.

Tu Yang crashed directly into the Wuyou Talisman, preventing the Talisman from blocking the Jian Wuye above him.

When the two of them attack together, the first move is sure to kill.

But unfortunately, the two still underestimated Zuo Lingquan's reaction speed.

The moment Zuo Lingquan threw the Worry-Free Talisman, he heard the sound of breaking wind coming from above him. Without thinking in his mind, his legs were already straightened, and then he stood up from the ground. Instead of dodging, he raised his hand and struck out with a sword. Stabbed at Jian Wuye who fell from above.

I'm afraid only Wu Qingwan knows how fast Zuo Lingquan's sword is.

Even a cultivator of the twelfth level of Qi Refining was caught off guard and had his clothes pierced even when he was prepared; Jian Wuye, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, was no match for Wu Qingwan, no matter how experienced he was.

This sword in particular was a counterattack by Zuo Lingquan when his life was hanging by a thread.

When a beast is desperate, it bites. Even a rabbit can kick an eagle to death in a desperate situation, let alone Zuo Lingquan.

Jian Wuye attacked from above with a long sword in hand. While his body was still in the air, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. The young man in black who was standing on the ground just now suddenly jumped backwards in front of him!

! !

Jian Wuye's eyes suddenly changed. He saw the young man in black tilting his head back and looking at where he was; his eyes were blinded by the golden mirror and could not see anything, but his eyes were still locked on his position, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he was looking at a dead person.

What shocked Jian Wuye even more was that the long sword in the right hand of the young man in black was launched later than him, but it arrived first. When he saw everything clearly, the sword tip had already pierced his chest.

Puff——

Bang——

Two sounds, one large and one small, sounded simultaneously in the dense forest.

Tu Yang rushed forward with a shield, and when he approached Zuo Lingquan's position, the white talisman suspended in the air exploded by itself.

A visible air wave hit the surroundings, and the flowers and plants on the ground were flattened on the ground, and the raindrops falling from the sky were pushed back into the sky.

The three feet around the Wuyou Talisman centered on it instantly turned into a vacuum zone, and Tu Yang, who was rushing forward with a shield, was also stopped by the impact.

At the same time as the Wuyou Talisman exploded, Jian Wuye in the air was pierced into the chest by a sword.

The sword tip came out from the back, blood splashed and fell, and was bounced up by the air wave.

The two figures in the air were also hit by the air wave, and flew to various places in the dense forest in an instant.

Wang Rui, who was standing on the ground, was blinded by the flash. Before he could figure out what happened, he was pushed out by the air wave and fell into the other side of the dense forest.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye after the white light came on.

When the raindrops fell again, Jian Wuye also fell to the ground, with a hole in his chest and blood in his mouth, and rolled and crawled towards the Thousand Vine Patriarch.

Before Zuo Lingquan landed on the ground, he grabbed the big tree next to him with his memory and pulled his body towards Wang Rui.

Tu Yang didn't see what happened clearly, and Jian Wuye almost died. He was so scared that he took three steps back and said in a hurry:

"Be careful, this kid is definitely not a good guy! Raise the talisman."

Jian Wuye rolled to the feet of the Thousand Vine Patriarch and said:

"The sword is very fast, but he has no true energy to rely on. He is a secular warrior."

As he spoke, a talisman floated around the six people in Baisheng Valley. The spell was similar to the Worry-Free Talisman, but the talisman paper was straw yellow and the texture was much worse.

The Thousand Vine Patriarch held the Golden Light Mirror in his right hand and pressed his left hand on Jian Wuye's shoulder. Green light flowed down, and the blood gushing from Jian Wuye's chest quickly stopped.

Seeing Zuo Lingquan fleeing, the Thousand Vine Patriarch said:

"Tu Yang, go to help Nangong Xin quickly. Don't let this boy get close to you. I will be there soon."

Tu Yang chased Zuo Lingquan without the command of the Thousand Vine Patriarch.

On the other side, Zuo Lingquan landed from the air. With Wang Rui's exclamation, he locked the position where Wang Rui fell out, grabbed Wang Rui's shoulder, and ran towards the direction of the Qihuang Valley disciples:

"Run away."

Wang Rui was dizzy and was dragged for a few steps before he stabilized his body, climbed up and ran out.

Although the dazzling white light of the Golden Light Mirror blinded the two people, it was not really blinding after all, and the duration was very short.

Zuo Lingquan ran a few steps after landing, and his eyes gradually recovered. He could see the surrounding trees and flowers clearly, but there was still a white spot in the middle of his eyes, so he could only tilt his head to see the road.

Wang Rui was in a similar situation. He was suddenly ambushed by several people, and his face turned pale. However, in the desperate situation, he was not afraid. He just kept alert and asked:

"Senior Brother Zuo, who are these people?"

"I don't know, they are very powerful. Be careful!"

...

The two ran only more than ten steps, and Zuo Lingquan found that there was another figure in front of him, appearing from behind a big tree.

The figure was surrounded by a talisman, and a yellow talisman was also pinched between his fingers. The talisman lit up with a red glow. When he raised his hand and waved it, the talisman shot towards the two people.

Zuo Lingquan knew that the fire of the five elements was red, but he was not sure about the details of the talisman, so he did not dare to chop rashly. He pulled Wang Rui to his side and crushed the white jade beads wrapped in the worry-free talisman again.

The talisman passed through the rain curtain at a very fast speed and was near the two of them in the blink of an eye.

The red light of the spell on the talisman surged, and then the rolling flames gushed out from the talisman paper, turning into a ring of fire that swept around, and the branches and barks turned black when they touched it.

Boom--

Just as the fire ring was about to reach behind the two people, the worry-free talisman exploded again, and a wave of air dispersed the flames and pushed the two people into the dense forest.

"What a big hand, I want to see how many worry-free talismans you have."

Nangong Xin approached quickly with the talisman clip in his hand, and took out another talisman while walking, but before he made a move, there was a sudden "rustling" sound in the dense forest, and then a black shadow rushed out of the dark forest like a sudden cheetah.

Nangong Xin's face suddenly changed!

"Die!"

The moment Zuo Lingquan was pushed away by Wuyou Fu, he had already rolled into the dense forest.

While the flames were still shining and blocking his sight, he jumped up and used the trees as a cover, running towards Nangong Xin. When he got close, he pounced out and used his sword to attack Nangong Xin's heart.

Nangong Xin and Wuyou Laozu were both wandering sorcerers. Unlike martial artists who practiced muscles, bones and skin on the outside and breath on the inside, they focused on the inside and did not pay attention to the body.

Although the cultivation method of specializing in one path is far superior to martial arts in terms of cultivation speed and control of true qi, it is inevitable that the physique is not as good as that of martial arts.

Nangong Xin and Jian Wuye are both in the eighth realm. Jian Wuye can still see some of Zuo Lingquan's movements, but Nangong Xin only saw a shadow rushing out, and the sword tip had already arrived in front of him.

Bang——

The three-foot sword tip was still one foot away from Nangong Xin, and the yellow talisman surrounding his body exploded by itself.

Although it is also a worry-free talisman, the worry-free talisman he drew is far inferior to the one in Fulong Mountain. The outflowing air waves can only deal with cultivators of the third or fourth level at most.

It is true that Zuo Lingquan does not have true qi to rely on, but his physique is far superior to that of ordinary cultivators. When he goes all out, the fierceness and swiftness of the sword in his hand even caught Jian Wuye off guard. A low-quality worry-free talisman obviously cannot stop it.

The air wave pushed aside the rain curtain falling from the sky, but the three-foot green sword still pierced through, only slightly hindering Zuo Lingquan's figure.

Puff——

With the determination to kill, Zuo Lingquan forced through the air wave and stabbed the sword into the opponent's chest.

But what surprised Zuo Lingquan was that the long sword in his hand, which had been with him for many years, seemed to pierce a piece of hard solid wood, and it was difficult to move forward after entering the flesh for an inch.

However, even if it did not pierce the chest, the force of this sword was still not small.

Nangong Xin was caught off guard and was "knocked" back by this sword. The tip of the sword was pulled out, leaving a line of blood, and also revealing the robe and brocade feather clothes under the black cloak.

Zuo Lingquan finally seized the opportunity, how could he let his opponent go, and immediately raised the sword to stab again, but unfortunately Tu Yang, who came to help, had already rushed over.

"Hah--"

Tu Yang shouted, holding the Elephant King Shield, and jumped up from three meters away, like a god descending from the sky. The white light of the God-Slaying Mace in his hand was dazzling, and he smashed it with all his strength towards Zuo Lingquan who was drawing his sword.

The God-Slaying Mace was not a magic weapon, but was cast according to the shape of the golden mace in the hands of the disciples of Tietou Mansion. However, even if it was an ordinary iron weapon, its destructive power in the hands of a tenth-level cultivator should not be underestimated.

Zuo Lingquan heard the sound and raised his long sword to block it without turning his head.

Clang--

The sound of metal and iron clashing shook the rain forest.

Although the long sword blocked the iron mace, the surging Qi contained in the iron mace easily bent the blade and smashed towards Zuo Lingquan's chest almost without stopping.

However, Zuo Lingquan knew how terrifying the power of a cultivator with true Qi was when he received Jiang Yi's sword last time, and he never thought of taking it hard from the beginning.

At the moment when the two blades met, Zuo Lingquan fell backwards, and while using his clever strength to release the force, he kicked the ground with his legs and slid his body backwards, narrowly avoiding this blow.

Tu Yang's iron mace hit the ground, and he pushed the elephant king shield forward, not giving Zuo Lingquan the opportunity to threaten Nangong Xin.

Nangong Xin, who fell to the ground, saw Tu Yang coming and felt relieved. He stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then he took out another talisman.

"Brother, run!"

Wang Rui was only at the third level of Qi Refining. He had just climbed up from the place where the fire ring was raging, and he called out in a hurry when he saw this.

Zuo Lingquan could see that these enemies who appeared inexplicably had high cultivation levels, and he could not deal with them alone. He immediately kicked the round shield that pressed over, pushed himself towards Wang Rui, and turned over halfway.

At the same time, the talisman in Nangong Xin's hand attacked again.

Zuo Lingquan sensed something was wrong and could only quickly hide behind a tree that was as thick as a man's embrace.

Bang——

The fire ring exploded again, and the blazing flames swept the surrounding area.

Zuo Lingquan clung to the tree trunk. Even though he was not in direct contact with the flames, the scorching temperature still bent his hair. He covered his cheeks with his sleeves, which turned into a burnt yellow color, and his exposed hands were burned in an instant.

"Be careful of your feet!"

Before the fire ring disappeared, Wang Rui's urgent shout came again.

In fact, Zuo Lingquan didn't need to be reminded. He noticed something - his feet were originally rooted in the ground, but his feet suddenly softened, as if he was trapped in a muddy swamp, and he sank more than three inches in an instant.

Zuo Lingquan was slightly startled, and he looked around and found that there was a figure behind the big tree next to him, holding a black ruler and inserting it into the ground. His left hand pinched the formula, and his right hand pressed on the ruler. The surrounding ground was visibly shaking and softening.

The distance between them was very short.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes turned cold, and he dug his five fingers into the tree trunk, using the force to pull himself out, wanting to raise his sword to kill the monk who was practicing next to him.

But at this moment, the tree trunk he was close to exploded, and the Elephant King Shield shining with white light appeared in front of him.

"Po Jun!"

Tu Yang shouted, his muscles towering, pushing the round shield like a bull, and crashing into the tree trunk.

Bang——

The force was so great that the tree trunk, which was as thick as a hug, was directly broken in half.

Zuo Lingquan was caught off guard and was hit on the back by the broken wood and the round shield. It felt like being hit directly by a battering ram.

Zuo Lingquan groaned, and his face flushed instantly.

The robe on his back was completely shattered by the energy, and his body was knocked forward and turned into a cannonball. It flew nearly ten feet away in an instant, and broke a tree trunk as thick as a bowl before falling to the ground.

"Senior Brother Zuo!"

Wang Rui saw Zuo Lingquan suffer such a heavy blow, his face suddenly changed, and he ran over with his sword in hand to help.

This might be the first time Zuo Lingquan suffered such a loss since he was a child. A sweet feeling welled up in his throat, and his back almost lost all feeling. Knowing that he couldn't deal with it, he gritted his teeth and used his sword to prop up his body, running deep into the dense forest.

After Tu Yue's full-strength attack, he didn't chase after him immediately. He looked up at Zuo Lingquan who was running away, his eyes full of surprise:

"You can actually get up?"

Nangong Xin was also surprised. Tu Yang's "Po Jun" was one of the special skills of the disciples of Tie Dun Mansion. Even opponents of the same level would lose half their lives if hit head-on. The young man in front, although he ran a little staggeringly, his speed was not slow at all.

"It is impossible for a mortal's physique to be so strong. The physique of a martial artist at the twelfth level of Qi Refining is just like this. If he had true Qi, Tu Yang would have died with that sword just now."

Ancestor Qian Teng was not far away from here. After protecting Jian Wuye's heart meridian, he quickly came to him and said:

"This boy must have a special way of cultivation. He may have a great opportunity."

Jian Wuye was pierced through the chest by a sword. Although Ancestor Qian Teng treated him, he was still seriously injured. His face turned pale and he asked:

"What should we do? If there is a master behind him, it will cause a big trouble. Should we chase him or not?"

The Qian Teng Patriarch was the oldest and most experienced among the crowd. He walked into the depths of the dense forest with a golden mirror and said only one sentence:

"Do you think if we let him go today, he will forgive us in the future?"

The rest of the people looked at each other and understood what he meant.

Wild cultivators are rootless and have no support. If they don't want to take action, they have to smile at others and compromise; once they take action, they must cut the grass and root it out without any hesitation or softness.

Otherwise, the wild boy from the mountain village who you slapped on the side of the road may come to you on a sword a hundred years later to let you understand what "a gentleman's revenge is never too late" means.

Tu Yang picked up the Elephant King Shield and chased in the direction of Zuo Lingquan's escape, saying:

"Follow me, don't let this guy take advantage of you and steal people."

Nangong Xin looked at the wound on his chest and waved his hand and said:

"Jian Wuye, call Zhao Ze back, this guy has escaped to the depths of Changqing Mountain, he can't run far."

After that, the four of them entered the dense forest and chased towards the depths of Changqing Mountain...