Lou Munan was gritting his teeth. Damn it! That wretched little girl! How could she be so vicious!
Wait a minute, wasn't he going to kill that little girl? Why did he end up going there specifically to get beaten up by her?
You brat!
You brat!
Beat them to death, that's ruthless!
He'll go and twist that little girl's head off right now.
Lou Munan's divine sense covered the entire Jianan Mountain. Just as he was about to go to A Yao's side, he saw something that bothered him. He frowned and disappeared from the spot the next second.
As soon as Lou Munan left, the red-haired demon cultivator seemed completely exhausted, his body drenched in cold sweat. He wiped away the cold sweat, relieved that the old monster hadn't even glanced at him the whole time. He stood up, thinking to himself: This...this Jianan Grand Gathering is too...too dangerous.
He should leave as soon as possible!
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Inside the teahouse, Nangong Qi sat at a table waiting for A Yao to return. The large hole next to him hadn't been patched up yet, and a draft was blowing in.
A little while later, Ayao returned.
Upon seeing her, Nangong Qi stood up: "Where is Senior Brother Xu?"
Although he didn't physically follow, his spiritual sense did, and he witnessed the scenes of A Yao brutally beating Lou Munan. To be honest, he was a little frightened; he hadn't realized how terrifying A Yao's anger could be.
“Dead.” Ayao’s voice was cold.
She sat down at the table and glanced at the hole in the wall. With a wave of her hand, she cast a spell to fill the hole.
Ayao glanced at the boxes Lou Munan had left on the table. All the treasures inside were still there, radiating various kinds of brilliance. She sneered inwardly: "I'll use your things to set up my killing formation."
With a thought, she put all the things Lou Munan bought from Tianbao Pavilion into her storage bag.
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In the sky north of Jianan Mountain, a young man in white was fighting against several Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
The boy in white looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He was handsome, with fair skin, and very cute.
The young man was surrounded by numerous silver flying swords, forming a sword array that blocked all incoming attacks and magical treasures. This young man was only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, yet he was able to withstand the siege of four Nascent Soul stage cultivators for so long, which was truly astonishing.
The four Nascent Soul stage cultivators were also shocked. How could this kid, who looked like he was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, have resisted for so long? They had already thought of him hiding his cultivation level, but even after fighting for so long, they could only sense the aura of a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivator from him.
Perhaps it's because the other party's technique is special!
Whatever the reason, since they've already made their move, this kid has to die.
One of the middle-aged men in a gray robe waved his hand, and countless silver talismans appeared, transforming into streaks of silver lightning that attacked Feng Chu. The others also unleashed their magical treasures. A beautiful young girl opened her mouth and spat out a large plume of red mist, which was highly poisonous.
An old man in hemp clothing waved his hand, and a throwing knife shot out. The throwing knife flashed with blue light and split into countless pieces, attacking Feng Chu like a rain of pear blossoms.
A gaunt, ugly young man pointed, and a cyan longsword in front of him shone brightly, transforming into a giant sword tens of meters long, wreathed in lightning, which shot towards Feng Chu.
Feng Chu watched the approaching lightning, red mist, flying knives, and giant sword, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. His spiritual pressure and aura surged dramatically, and the flying swords condensed into one, which he grasped with both hands. He raised the longsword high, and golden light burst forth from it.
In that instant, the entire sky was enveloped by the sword light, turning golden. An extraordinary phenomenon occurred here, and the entire world turned into nothingness. From this nothingness, an extremely powerful sword aura was born, as if the heavens and earth were created from this place.
The middle-aged man in the gray robe, the beautiful young girl, the old man in hemp clothing, and the ugly young man all felt a tremor in their hearts. This... this is the realm of artistic conception!
This guy actually grasped the essence of the concept and even formed the rudiments of a domain.
Amidst their shocked gazes, Feng Chu roared, and with a slash of his longsword, the domineering sword energy burst forth from the chaos like golden lightning, instantly destroying all the incoming silver lightning, red mist, flying knives, and giant swords. The remaining sword energy spread out in waves.
The middle-aged man in gray robes, the young girl, the old man in hemp clothing, and the ugly youth immediately shot backward and erected their shields.
The illusion created by the artistic conception disappeared. Although Feng Chu forced the four people back with a sword, this move aggravated his old injury.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He had no choice but to turn around and run.
When the four men saw that he was trying to escape, they immediately gave chase.
"Trying to escape? Not so easy!"
Feng Chu transformed into a white streak and shot off into the distance. The four men split up to encircle him, and because his old injuries had been aggravated, Feng Chu's speed slowed down. He was caught up by the four men in a valley. Seeing that he couldn't escape, Feng Chu made a desperate decision: if he couldn't run away, he would fight to the death.
Just as he was about to fight back, the four men who had been grinning men showed expressions of terror.
The four men were no longer as arrogant and domineering as before. They seemed to have encountered the most terrifying thing in the world, and their whole bodies were trembling.
Feng Chu opened his light golden eyes wide and looked at the four guys. The four Nascent Soul stage cultivators twisted their heads 180 degrees, their necks snapped, and then their bodies and limbs twisted into a ball like a pretzel before exploding into clouds of blood mist.
Feng Chu felt a chill run down his spine.
What kind of evil technique is this?
Who? Who killed them?
Feng Chu looked up and saw the man in black standing on the boulder.
With waist-length black hair, and a magnificent black robe embroidered with golden totems, the collar slightly open, revealing his collarbone and a large expanse of his chest, the handsome young man stood on high, looking down at the white-clad youth below, a slight smile on his face.
"Oh, what a coincidence!"
"It's you!" Feng Chu exclaimed in surprise.
He still remembered Xu Fengzhi, the one who always followed Lu Xueyao around like a shadow. However, he seemed strange today, completely different from when they were in the secret realm. Although Feng Chu was puzzled, he quickly forgot about it.
Lou Munan jumped down from the height and landed in front of Feng Chu.
Feng Chu blinked and looked around, not seeing A Yao. He asked, "Why are you alone? Where's Lu Xueyao?"
When Lou Munan heard him mention A Yao, he immediately thought of the beating he had just received, and his smile vanished: "Why do I have to be with her?"
“Oh, so she dumped you?” Feng Chu asked.
Lou Munan: "..."
Lou Munan crossed his arms and looked at the young man in front of him, a vein bulging on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where did you get that conclusion? What makes you think I was dumped by her? Couldn't it have been me who dumped that woman?"
The young man in white chuckled: "You abandon her? Impossible."
"Why is it impossible?" Lou Munan asked.
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