The sword blade pierced through the skinny Taoist's shoulder blade, bent in the air with a trail of blood, and returned to Jiang Zhao's hand.
The skinny Taoist covered his wound with a look of surprise. In his opinion, the person in front of him was just a kid at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
Unexpectedly, the other party seriously injured himself with just one move.
Thinking of this, the skinny Taoist gnashed his teeth in anger.
"Boy, I simply underestimated you and let you take advantage of me. As long as you obediently hand over the technique of refining the Blazing Grass Flying Sword, I will spare your life."
The skinny Taoist took out a pill from his bosom and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes fell on the leaves of the sword-blazing grass with a bit more greed.
In the eyes of the skinny Taoist, the Jianchi grass originally belonged to him, and Jiang Zhao's use of the Jianchi grass leaves as a flying sword was even more ingenious. As long as he could get it, his strength would increase greatly.
Jiang Zhao was so angry that he almost laughed. The big garlic in front of him was really shameless.
"Kill you, bad guy."
The One-eyed tribe member lying on the ground let out an angry roar, jumped up from the ground, and slammed heavily into the skinny Taoist priest.
"You don't know your own limitations." The skinny Taoist sneered.
With a wave of his sleeves, spiritual power surged out and headed towards the Yimu people.
"boom!"
A member of the Yimu tribe was hit in the chest by a punch from the skinny Taoist priest, and flew backwards and hit an earthen house.
The enormous force caused the earth house to collapse instantly.
The mud house collapsed, the smoke and dust cleared, and Jiang Zhao saw that several members of the One-Eye Tribe were tied up in the mud house.
Those Yimu people were wearing tattered clothes, and their exposed bronze skin was covered with mottled blood scabs.
"Elder."
The seriously injured Yimu tribe member fell to the ground and saw his own tribesmen and crawled towards them with difficulty.
"Kid, leave us alone and run."
The one-eyed member of the tribe who was called the elder had white hair and beard, a weak breath, and sorrow in his eyes.
The seriously injured Yimu tribesman stared at the skinny Taoist with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to devour his flesh and blood.
"Run, kid. We can't lose our team in my hands. You are our only hope."
Having said this, the elder took a long breath, tears streaming from the corners of his closed eyes.
There is self-blame and regret, but in the end, there is nothing I can do, and it turns into a long sigh.
The seriously injured Yimu people gritted their teeth, but had no place to vent their anger.
When his eyes fell on Jiang Zhao, it was as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He used all four limbs to try to get up, but he was unable to continue due to his serious injuries.
"My dear friend, I am Muli, a member of the Yimu tribe. I beg you to help save my tribe. Muli is willing to become your exclusive blacksmith."
Two streaks of blood flowed out of the angry eye of Muli, a member of the One-Eyed Tribe, making his originally rough face look even more hideous.
"Child, you...ah..."
When the elder heard Muli's words, he hesitated to speak, and the sadness on his face deepened a little.
"bite!"
"It was detected that the host accidentally triggered a special mission to rescue the Yimu people."
The system that pretended to be dead popped up at this time, obviously reminding Jiang Zhao.
You have accepted the mission, you can't just sit there and watch, you have to roll up your sleeves and beat the enemy's brains out.
Jiang Zhao was speechless. Oh, the task that the system had previously prompted, it turned out that the focus was here.
"Hehe, I wanted to recruit you, the Yimu tribe, as my subordinates, but you refused no matter what. Now, in order to save your people, you are willing to be dogs for me."
"It's true that you, the Yimu Clan, are lowly."
When the skinny Taoist heard that Muli, a member of the Yimu tribe, wanted to be Jiang Zhao's exclusive blacksmith, he was so angry that his mustache trembled.
As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny Taoist priest appeared in the ruins of the earthen house, raising his hand to strike the old man of the tribe.
"I will kill your clan elders in front of you to let you know the consequences of resisting me."
The skinny Taoist priest raised his mustache and said with a ferocious look on his face.
"Have you obtained my consent to touch my people?"
Jiang Zhao sneered, flipped her palm, and two sword-blazing grass leaves appeared in her hand.
The sword-like blade of grass with a faint blue light flew out of his hand in an instant.
The first sword-like blade of grass flew from bottom to top and instantly penetrated the palm of the skinny Taoist priest that was full of spiritual power.
The sword light left a trace of blood, it was sharp and fierce, and after penetrating the palm, it continued to move at the same speed and went straight to the skinny Taoist's eyebrows.
“Ah! Ah!”
He saw that Jian Chi Cao Ye's flying sword was about to fall on his forehead.
The skinny Taoist roared in pain, immediately summoned a defensive magic weapon, and madly input spiritual power.
The defensive magic weapon emitted a hazy light, as if trying to block the attack of Jian Chi Cao Ye's flying sword.
"bite!"
The sword-like flying sword landed on the defensive magic weapon, but did not penetrate it directly. Instead, its forward momentum was blocked.
Seeing this scene, the skinny Taoist raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smug smile.
But you are only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and you think you can kill me who is at the sixth level of Qi Refining? You are overestimating yourself!
"boom!"
The light shield formed by the defensive magic weapon shattered with a sound, and two blue rays of light flashed dazzlingly in the void, one in front and one behind, directly penetrating the skinny Taoist's head.
The smug smile froze on his face. The skinny Taoist never thought that his magic weapon would be broken by a guy with the strength of the fourth level of Qi Refining.
"ah……"
A ball of black mist emerged from the skinny Taoist's head.
The black fog revealed the skinny Taoist's face, with bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression.
"You...you killed me and ruined Xingjin Sanren's good deeds. Xingjin Sanren will not let you go..."
"Xingjin Sanren will definitely drain your blood, refine your soul, and make you live a life worse than death."
"Kill you! Kill you..."
The black fog let out a sharp and piercing roar as it flew towards the exit of the underground world.
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