But in that case, his strength would be almost exposed. He was not crazy. Since he could launch a sudden attack, there was no need for a head-on confrontation.

…

At this moment, Yuqiao Sanren had already landed on the ground with Tiezhen, but before he could rush up to help, he found that the fight was already over.

"Dead?" Yuqiao Sanren was stunned and asked blankly, "Is his cultivation level in the early or middle stages of Condensation Yuan?"

The cultivator who appeared so domineering and seriously injured Tiezhen with one blow was killed by Qingyangzi and Yi Ming in the blink of an eye?

"So what if he is in the middle stage of Condensation Yuan?"

Qingyangzi put the sword into his bag, and his body slowly floated down. While falling, he stretched out his hand, and the seal that had lost its owner flew into his hand in a circle. He had an ethereal aura, like a hermit.

"I was wondering..."

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Being able to curse means that he is indeed fine. Yi Ming laughed, "Next time this happens, we will just watch from the sidelines and keep him for you."

Wangshan Sect, the major sect of Jing Country, is the top-notch sect under Jinghu Palace. The number of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect always remains at around ten all year round. It is very prestigious and powerful, and is definitely not something that the four small casual cultivators in the early stage of Nascent Soul can contend with.

Tiezhen vomited blood again, struggled for a while but couldn't get up, so he stopped struggling and just cursed, "That damn bastard got away with it!"

"Maybe he is a disciple of some sect. The Yunyun Mountains are full of people of all kinds. It is not necessarily just independent cultivators." Yuqiao Sanren raised his eyebrows. "But it doesn't matter. It's a very normal thing for a few people to die in the wild mountains here. There are also many cultivators from the major sects in Jingguo who disappear inexplicably every year."

His face was calm, and his voice came out calmly, "I cut off most of the protective essence of your body with my sword, and then Brother Yi's formation hit you. Even if you are a cultivator in the middle stage of Condensation Yuan, you will still end up dead."

Tiezhen rolled his eyes and said nothing. With the help of Yuqiao Sanren, he took out a pill and swallowed it, then began to treat his injuries.

“But…” Yuqiao Sanren thought for a moment and continued, “However, the Yunyun Mountains and Wangshan Sect are not close, and there are many places along the way for a mid-stage Condensation Yuan cultivator to explore. I think that unless he happens to be passing by here, he will not come here specifically to explore the secrets.”

"Who is this guy?" Qingyangzi asked with a frown, "From what I see, his moves don't seem like those of an ordinary casual cultivator."

While probing his spiritual consciousness into the storage ring, Yi Ming said, "Let me take a look at his storage ring and see if I can tell his identity."

Sect forces do have advantages when facing independent cultivators. However, when faced with a head-on confrontation, most independent cultivators generally will not confront sect forces head-on.

However, while Qingyangzi and the other two took a breath, Yi Ming held the iron plate of the Wangshan Sect cultivator and lowered his head, lost in thought.

"Hiss!" Yuqiao Sanren couldn't help but take a breath and cursed, "Fuck, are you guys so fierce?"

The big seal hit him on the head, making him feel his brain went blank and he was almost knocked unconscious. His sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, his true energy was running wild, and his internal organs were displaced. He was seriously injured by the seal at that time.

"What's wrong?" Yi Ming raised his eyes and immediately discovered that something was wrong.

At this point, Yuqiao Sanren also reacted and couldn't help but look at Yi Ming, "Not really, right?"

Yi Ming also took the monk's storage ring and the square tripod, and landed beside Yuqiao Sanren and Tie Zhen, "How is Brother Tie?"

Yi Ming pondered for a moment and did not answer Yuqiao Sanren's question. Instead, he continued to ask, "Are there many opportunities in the Yunyun Mountains? Are they good? Will they attract the middle-stage Condensation Yuan elders of Wangshan Sect to come and explore?"

The next moment, Yi Ming took out a token carved from black refined iron. "One side is carved with mountains, and the other side is carved with a flying stream. What does this mean? Is this the Feiliu Sect?"

"Uh, okay..." Yi Ming pouted awkwardly, "But the good news is that no one knows that he died in our hands, right?"

"That's right!" It was for this reason that Qingyangzi and the other two were able to catch their breath.

However, this does not mean that the independent cultivators will not resist, so in various dangerous and unpredictable training places, desolate and secluded places with no one, that is where the sect cultivators need to be careful, the independent cultivators do not mind making a small fortune without any worries. Yi Ming nodded when he heard this, and did not care too much. He had encountered many cultivators who blocked the road and robbed, both independent cultivators and cultivators from aristocratic sects, but he sent them away from this world one by one with a sword. Although this one was the most powerful, in Yi Ming's opinion, it was not much different from those mortal bandits who robbed houses.

They, the independent cultivators, have always been the targets of the cross-level challenges of the sect disciples. When will they be able to fight against the cross-level enemies? "The main reason is that this guy was too arrogant. He thought he was one realm higher than us, and even released his body protection essence carelessly. As a result, he ran into the explosion of Boss Yang, and he was defeated."

The person who spoke was not Yuqiao Sanren, but Tiezhen, who had his eyes closed just now.

He was hit on the head by the big seal just now. Fortunately, Yi Ming's reminder allowed him to strengthen the light curtain released by the iron umbrella in an instant. Although it did not work completely in the end, it did add a little defense.

"Wangshan Sect...Feiliu Peak..." Yujiao Sanren's fingers trembled slightly, and he spoke slowly.

"What's wrong?" This time it was Yuqiao Sanren who asked the question.

“I can’t die…”

“That’s hard to say…” Yuqiao Sanren frowned and said, “Although most of the opportunities in the Yunyun Mountains are at the early and middle stages of the Condensation Stage, there have also been some top-grade Xuan-level or even Earth-level treasures.”

Fortunately, his true energy foundation and physical fitness were not bad, so he did not faint completely. He was just in a trance for a moment. At this time, Yuqiao Sanren's true energy poured into him, helping him to sort out the true energy in his body, and he came back to his senses at the same time.

Yi Ming expressed that he completely agreed with Yuqiao Sanren's point of view, nodded and smiled bitterly, "I don't think so either!"

Qing Yangzi couldn't help but frown, "If that's the case, as long as we go out, it will be the same as telling them that we killed him."

"That's right." Yi Ming nodded.

"Then let's just go all out and find an opportunity to kill that guy as well!" Tie Zhen sneered and said viciously, "I don't believe he will tell others about this shameful and unrefined thing."

(End of this chapter)