Following Xiaoe, Yun Feimiao soon found a group of wandering cultivators who were surrounded by evil cultivators.
Evil cultivators have always liked to indiscriminately attack every righteous cultivator, and they even feel more pleasure when bullying weak and independent cultivators.
After all, disciples from large sects always have one or two life-saving items on them, so they are not so easy to kill and may be killed back at any time.
But it’s different for independent cultivators.
They have average talent and no resources from their families or sects to support them, so chopping is as easy as cutting vegetables.
Those who can become evil cultivators are not very normal in their thinking. They resent all those who are stronger than them, but they also enjoy the pleasure of crushing others.
Looking at the protective formation that was about to be broken by them, and looking at the several wandering cultivators trembling in the formation, the evil cultivators all showed ferocious and evil expressions.
Yun Feimiao felt that their expressions were very offensive, so he threw out a few heavenly thunder talismans that he had drawn. Most of the evil cultivators below were instantly turned into ashes, and only three of them were still alive.
Yun Feimiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking that these three evil cultivators were a bit tough.
Although he drew this talisman himself, the thunder inside was still drawn out by his third brother when he was undergoing the divine thunder tribulation. How could these three people resist it?
Yun Feimiao suspected that these three people had something life-saving on them, and it fell lightly in front of them.
The three evil cultivators were originally planning to run away, but they were caught off guard by Yun Feimiao's appearance and were all shocked.
“You…you you…”
The ugliest evil cultivator had trembling lips and a look of indignation on his face.
"How could you, a disciple of the righteous sect, launch a sneak attack?"
An even more indignant voice rang out from the protective formation behind Yun Feimiao: "Little Immortal, don't listen to his nonsense. This group of evil cultivators not only likes sneak attacks, but also likes to bully the weak and the few with their numbers!"
"They themselves are constantly killing innocent people and committing all sorts of evil, yet they have the nerve to try to morally blackmail others."
Yun Feimiao agreed with this statement and turned around to look at the other party.
Wow! This was the first time he saw someone so fat!
It was also the first time I saw such a casual cultivator, his whole body was golden, and the word "rich" was written all over him from head to toe.
Ignore the background, it's probably like this
In his impression, independent cultivators always have poor eating and sleeping habits. They are not pale and thin, but they definitely cannot gain weight. Their clothes and appearance are extremely simple.
Rich monks also spend a lot of time on training and equipment. Except for a few good-for-nothings, it is impossible for them to eat like this.
But the fat man in the protective formation, although very fat, is as wide as three Xing Bufan combined.
But he had a kind face and clear eyes. Although he didn't look very powerful, Yun Feimiao couldn't describe him as a good-for-nothing.
When the fat man saw Yun Feimiao looking at him, he quickly grinned brightly.
"Hello, Little Immortal. My surname is Qian, my name is Yilai, and I am a mere casual cultivator from Zhongzhou. Thank you for your timely assistance."
"You're welcome. It's our duty to eliminate evil and uphold justice."
Yun Feimiao responded while throwing out a thunder talisman to suppress the three evil cultivators, then took out a spare magic sword and began to pick up things from the three people's bodies.
He suspected that these three people must have some magical protective equipment.
Sure enough, after a while, his sword pulled out several high-level Xuan-level protective mirrors.
Qian Yilai was even more grief-stricken and angry when he saw it: "Those protective mirrors are all mine! Mine!"
"But they took it all! They took it all!"
"Now it's all broken! All broken!"
Yun Feimiao couldn't help but rub his ears. Why does this person's speech have an echo?
He used his sword to dig for a while, and when he didn't find anything else, he killed the three evil cultivators directly.
As long as the evil cultivators don’t invent any special protective magic tools, it will be fine.
He also pulled out three storage bags from the three evil cultivators, scanned them with his spiritual sense, and found that most of the things inside were things that righteous cultivators would use, so he turned his attention to Qian Yilai.
Qian Yilai said excitedly, "Yes, that's right. Those are all mine! Little Immortal, thank you so much."
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do."
"Since it's yours, you should keep it."
Seeing that no one else objected, Yun Feimiao threw the three storage bags to Qian Yilai.
Qian Yilai trotted to Yun Feimiao with a storage bag in his arms, and enthusiastically handed one of the storage bags filled with spirit stones to Yun Feimiao.
"I have to repay the favor of saving my life, so please accept all of this, little immortal."
"I don't have anything else, just more spirit stones."
"Hmm?" Yun Feimiao was puzzled. Are there still wealthy independent cultivators these days?
Qian Yilai's whole fat face was filled with shyness: "I am not very talented. I have written a few storybooks and earned a few spirit stones."
Yun Feimiao subconsciously asked, "What did you write?"
"'After my rebirth, I became a big shot in the world of cultivation by eating,' 'After my sword bone was taken away, I became the number one sword cultivator by drinking,' 'After my engagement was broken off, I became the number one master in the realm by sleeping,' and so on..."
“…”
Yun Feimiao was silent. Wow, he had read all these books!
This series is the kind that he buys immediately every time a new book comes out.
I used to think the story was lively and interesting, but now seeing the author's physique...
This best-selling novelist wouldn't be thinking about becoming stronger by eating, drinking, and sleeping every day, right?
Thinking of this, Yun Feimiao couldn't help but pat the other person's shoulder.
"Although it's good to have dreams, it's better to be down-to-earth."
Qian Yilai nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course, I understand all of this."
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