Chapter 67 I'm just a businessman
Hearing Fu Quanliang's sharp shout, the man in green clothes at the head was slightly startled. After taking a look at Fu Quanliang, his smile gradually became playful:
"Interesting... Such a coincidence happened. "
When he first entered Lingquan, he faced the Taoist realm and a group of Lingquan monks alone. The pressure was self-evident, and Fu Quanliang's fingertips couldn't help but tremble for a while. .
Entering the Dao realm, this is already an existence at the level of an outer sect elder. To the original him, he is almost like heaven.
Although he was frightened in his heart, out of his trust in Chu Zheng, Fu Quanliang still had to stay calm at this moment.
Wait for Chu Zheng to find an opportunity to take action and beat these people to death one by one.
Just like Jiang Cunhu back then.
“I said the information was wrong.”
Noticing the fluctuation of Fu Quanliang’s aura, the man in green sneered:
"How could Jiang Cunhu be killed by a monk at the seventh level of the Yangli Realm? You are indeed a Lingquan Realm monk."
Xu Xinke retreated to Fu Quanliang's side, sweating on his back as well.
Everyone knows that the Phantom Spirit Sect and Yeguang Pavilion have started a war. These people, wearing the costumes of the Phantom Spirit Sect, go deep into the hinterland of the Phantom Spirit Sect, and their intentions are certainly not small.
"Your Excellency..."
"Closing the mountain."
The man tilted his head and interrupted Xu Xinke's words. He looked at Fu Quanliang with cold eyes:
"The Tianhe Sect died today."
Most of the Yeguang Pavilion monks immediately took the order. Then they went to join forces to set up a formation and lock the four sides. Their movements were familiar, and it was obviously not the first time they had done this kind of thing.
Chu Zheng remained motionless. Cold sweat broke out on Fu Quanliang's forehead. He turned around in his mind and immediately spoke loudly:
"Senior, wait a moment, Yeguang Pavilion and Huanling Sect. It’s the time of war, I can be the internal response..."
As soon as these words came out, the man looked thoughtful, but after just one breath, he shook his head:
"That's all, the grass on the wall at both ends of the head rat, what's the use of keeping it, take your head back , and you can exchange it with Elder Jiang for two thousand spiritual stones, which is better than nothing."
"Why only two thousand yuan?"
Fu Quanliang ignored the previous words and couldn't help but reply, "Yes. The spiritual stone that Chu Zheng had just spent could buy him two lives.
Now he is still a spiritual spring realm monk.
Whoops——
A piercing whistle exploded, and the flying sword flew into the air, slashing to the side of Fu Quanliang’s neck in a snap of his fingers!
The man in Tsing Yi made a ruthless and decisive move. He already had murderous intent in his breath and headed straight for the beheading!
Dang——
A jade tablet appeared in front of Fu Quanliang, blocking the flying sword.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a minute!"
An old man quickly stepped into the hall, his face was solemn, his aura was floating around him, and he had already entered the Tao.
"Master Nanfeng."
The man in green recalled the flying sword and spoke slowly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. It was obvious that he had never taken the old man seriously.
The flying sword is intact, and there is a nearly inch-deep sword mark on the jade tablet, which is a judgment call.
"Master, they are from Yeguang Pavilion!"
Seeing the arrival of Master Nanfeng, Xu Xinke spoke quickly, his panic calming down slightly.
"Is it possible that you don't know this?"
Master Nanfeng's face darkened: "The war contract between Yeguang Pavilion and the Huanling Sect stated that it is strictly forbidden to harass other sects. If it is verified, , Taixu Holy Land will take severe punishment..."
"This is the realm of the Phantom Spirit Sect. Even if the incident happened, it was done by the Phantom Spirit Sect. What does it have to do with us?"
The man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly, and then suddenly said:
"By the way, I haven't told you yet, I am the elder of the outer gate of Yeguang Pavilion, Lai Baojiang..."
Hearing him announcing his family name, Master Nanfeng's face became increasingly ugly. He was so presumptuous that he treated them all as dead people.
“Fellow Taoist, is there still room for change?” Master Nanfeng still wanted to struggle.
"You commit suicide, and I will leave you a complete corpse..."
The expression on Lai Baojiang's face turned away, leaving only a look of coldness. Before he finished speaking, a strong strong wind suddenly blew in his ears.
In an instant, his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat, but his movements suddenly became much slower, and he could only give up half of his body, one step too late.
A large spear pierced out from the void. It was sharp and bone-chilling. Three feet of sharp light shot out from the tip of the spear. It instantly pierced Lai Baojiang's left shoulder, and then he picked it up and tore him off. of the entire left arm.
His reaction was extremely fast. His flesh and blood squirmed to stop the blood splattering everywhere. He pulled back and left the hall in just one breath. It was only at this moment that the few Yeguang Pavilion monks who were still in the hall were able to react. Their expressions changed drastically, and they turned around and ran away.
Chu Zheng walked out of the void without any pause, his body was like a breeze, and his shots came first. Within three breaths, he fired several shots in a row, easily smashing the backs of several people's heads.
Fragments of fairy bones exuded a glimmer of light, mixed with brain matter splashing around.
Now, his strength is completely different from that of the Song Dynasty. A monk in the Lingquan Realm cannot withstand his blow at all.
With the fourth-level spear in hand, it is even more powerful.
Looking at the big gun held by Chu Zheng, Lai Baojiang’s expression gradually changed, and he was a little unbelievable:
"The best magic weapon?! Who are you?"
There are only a few magic weapons of this level in the hands of even the Divine Infant Realm monks.
"Come here!" Lai Baojiang shouted sharply, trying to recall Fengshan's disciples.
Although he suffered severe injuries, he remained extremely calm. The man in front of him was only at the Lingquan realm. Even if he was seriously injured, it would not be difficult to capture this man with the help of several fellow disciples.
When the time comes... this best magic weapon will also fall into his hands.
However, there was dead silence in the mountains and fields, and there was no response at all.
"They are all dead."
Chu Zheng stepped out of the hall slowly, waved his gun to shake off the blood on the tip of the gun, and said lightly:
"I am a businessman People."
He has never fought against monks who have entered the Taoist realm, so it is natural to ensure a retreat first. Killing the few monks who blocked the road first is the best policy.
Even if you are unable to defeat them, you will be able to advance and retreat freely.
Lai Baojiang's complexion changed, he stared at Chu Zheng, his flying sword hovering in front of him, the magic power in his body circulated to the Dantian Daoji, and he had the intention to retreat.
Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he began to think about how to escape. In terms of speed, the person in front of him would definitely not be able to catch up with him...
Poof!
Before he could make any move, his heart felt hot. His face was sluggish, he lowered his head, and half of the wooden sword came out of his chest. The broken end was as black as fire.
Before he could react, there was a flower in front of him, and the wooden sword disappeared without a trace. Then, the side of his neck suddenly felt hot, and his vision started to spin, and finally sank into darkness.
Chu Zheng put away his spear, recalled the Tiangang Sword, and had a general understanding of his own strength.
Even if he fights head-on, he will not be weaker than the monks at the early stage of Dao realm, and will even be three points stronger.
I have been practicing for less than a year, and it is not easy to have this kind of skill.
dang——
The flying sword in mid-air was unmanned and fell from the air with a crisp sound.
Fu Quanliang ran out of the hall quickly. The pale color on his face had not dissipated. His legs were shaking slightly. He was breathing heavily, as if venting his anger, and kicked away Lai Baojiang's severed head. Got out.
There was a blood mark on the side of his neck, which was still bleeding slightly. It was scratched by the sword energy just now. It was just a hair away from him and his head would be cut off.
After calming down for a moment, he picked up the flying sword beside him and began to clean the battlefield, removing the storage bags from the corpses one by one.
“Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist, I don’t know what to call you?”
Master Nanfeng walked over quickly and bowed, his face full of gratitude.
If it weren’t for Chu Zheng, Tianhe Sect would definitely cease to exist.
"I am Fu Quanliang, and that person just now was my brother Fu Liang. These people just admitted their mistake."
Chu Zheng replied casually, without telling his real name, and then said :
“I suggest that Master Nanfeng should take Tianhe Sect to take refuge for a while. There may be far more people like this group in Yeguang Pavilion nearby.”
"Thank you for reminding me. I will take my disciples to Phantom City and report this matter to Taixu Holy Land through Phantom Spirit Sect."
Master Nanfeng nodded repeatedly, he thought so too.
A moment later, Xu Xinke, who had disappeared just now, came in a hurry and presented a brocade box with both hands:
“This is the fire that Taoist Fellow Fu wants, and the spirit stone is not needed. Think of it as a thank you gift from our Tianhe Sect."
Chu Zheng didn't say much and put away the brocade box. Five thousand spirit stones was not a small amount, so it would be better to save it. He was not so generous yet. This point.
After a while, Fu Quanliang strode over with a happy face and more than ten storage bags hanging on his waist.
More than a dozen corpses in Yeguang Pavilion were stripped naked, not even the cassocks on them were left behind.
Let’s do this at noon. There are three more shifts in the evening and we have to wait until we get off work.
(End of this chapter)