Chapter 67 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (32)
The disciples who were watching originally wanted to watch the excitement, but were gradually shocked by Feng Ziang's strength.
They saw with their own eyes how he, with his cultivation level at the early stage of foundation building, fought against monsters at the late stage of Qi refining, and gradually gained the upper hand.
"How...how is this possible?" a disciple muttered to himself, "Is he really in the initial stage of foundation building?"
"It seems that those rumors are all false..." Another disciple also began to waver, "Feng Ziang's strength is indeed not to be underestimated."
Just as Feng Ziang was about to deliver the final blow to the monster, he suddenly felt a strong aura approaching...
"Yu Shu, be careful!"
He Yushu's eyes followed Feng Ziang's figure closely. Looking at his agile movements and sharp sword moves, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration in his heart.
Feng Ziang would turn his head to look at He Yushu from time to time, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed like the warm spring sunshine that melted the ice and snow in He Yushu's heart.
The disciples around them whispered to each other, and they seemed to sense the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
Just when Feng Ziang was about to deal a fatal blow to the monster, he suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching.
"Yushu, be careful!" Feng Ziang shouted, while protecting He Yushu behind him.
I saw several figures flying out from the depths of the dense forest. They were Wu Gang's cronies.
"Feng Ziang, do you think you can escape?" The leading disciple had a ferocious look on his face and his tone was full of resentment.
"Today, we will avenge Brother Wu!"
Feng Ziang sneered: "How dare a defeated lackey like yours bark here!"
"You!" The disciple was so angry that he took out a long sword and slashed at Feng Ziang.
Several other people also took action and surrounded Feng Ziang and He Yushu.
"Yushu, protect yourself. I will take care of these guys." Feng Ziang protected He Yushu behind him and swung the long sword in his hand, using the sword energy to neutralize the attacks of several people one by one.
Although He Yushu's cultivation is not as good as Feng Ziang's, he is not someone who can be bullied.
He took out a jade flute, and the melodious sound of the flute rang out, turning into an invisible sound wave attack, disturbing the minds of several people.
Feng Ziang and He Yushu stood back to back, cooperating with each other tacitly, and resisted the attacks of several people like a copper wall and iron wall.
Their eyes were firm, without any fear.
"Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, then you'll have to drink the punishment wine!" The leading disciple became angry and humiliated after failing to defeat the opponent for a long time. He took out a black pill from his pocket and swallowed it.
After taking the pill, the disciple's aura suddenly soared and his eyes turned blood red.
"Feng Ziang, prepare to die!" He roared and rushed towards Feng Ziang again.
Feng Ziang's expression changed slightly when he saw this.
He knew that this pill must be some kind of forbidden drug that could improve one's cultivation in a short period of time, but would also cause great damage to the body.
"Zi'ang!" He Yushu shouted worriedly.
Feng Ziang gave He Yushu a reassuring look, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Yushu, hold on to me."
He Yushu tightly grasped Feng Ziang's arm. A warm current flowed through his palm, which gradually calmed his originally panicked heart.
Feng Ziang circulated his spiritual power, and his special spiritual roots madly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy at a faster and more violent speed than before.
He knew that this battle could not be lost.
The disciples who swallowed the forbidden drug had their speed and strength greatly increased, and every move was deadly.
Feng Ziang didn't dare to take the attack head-on and could only dodge continuously with his agile body movements.
The long sword in his hand danced like a dragon, and the sword energy was sweeping across the sky, but he was ultimately unable to break through the opponent's defense.
He Yushu's flute sounded more urgent, and the sound waves turned into sharp blades, constantly attacking the disciple.
But the disciple seemed to have lost his sense of pain. Even though he was hit by the sonic blade, he didn't care and continued to attack Feng Ziang frantically.
"Damn those banned drugs!" Feng Ziang cursed inwardly. He knew that this was not a solution.
He must fight quickly and decisively, otherwise once his spiritual power is exhausted, the consequences will be disastrous.
At this moment, Feng Ziang suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the spiritual roots in his body, as if it was about to explode.
His face turned pale and his movements slowed down.
"Zi'ang!" He Yushu noticed that Feng Zi'ang was different and felt nervous.
He immediately changed the sound of his flute, and the soft sound waves turned into a warm force, slowly flowing into Feng Ziang's body.
This power was like a clear spring, nourishing Feng Ziang's dried up spiritual roots and relieving his pain.
Feng Ziang took a deep breath and his eyes became firm again.
"Thank you, Yushu." He whispered, his eyes full of gratitude.
He Yushu smiled slightly and said nothing, instead playing the jade flute more attentively.
With the help of He Yushu, Feng Ziang's spiritual roots gradually stabilized. He circulated his spiritual power again, and the long sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light.
"Zi'ang, let me do it!" He Yushu suddenly said. He stopped playing the jade flute and a dagger emitting cold light appeared in his hand.
Feng Ziang was stunned, and before he could stop him, He Yushu had already rushed out.
His figure was like a ghost, appearing behind the disciple in an instant, and the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, piercing the disciple's back accurately.
The disciple let out a scream, and fell heavily to the ground, no longer breathing.
The disciples around were stunned. They didn't expect He Yushu to be so decisive and ruthless.
Feng Ziang walked up to He Yushu and looked at the dagger in his hand, with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Feather book..."
He Yushu retracted the dagger, turned to look at Feng Ziang, and said calmly: "Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
"Secret realm." A barely perceptible light flashed in He Yushu's eyes. "I heard that there is..."
The dagger in He Yushu's hand was dripping with blood and glowing coldly in the moonlight.
He had a blank expression on his face, as if what had just ended was just an insignificant game.
Feng Ziang felt mixed emotions as he looked at He Yushu, who was completely different from her usual gentle and graceful image.
Secret place?
He had heard that it was a place full of dangers but also opportunities.
Why did He Yushu suddenly want to go to the secret realm?
What was it that attracted him?
"The secret realm is full of dangers, why are you..." Feng Ziang was interrupted by He Yushu before he could finish his words.
"I need strength." He Yushu's voice was low, with a barely perceptible tremor, "Only with enough strength can I protect... can I..." He paused, and did not continue speaking, but just looked into the distance, his eyes full of determination.
Feng Ziang understood that He Yushu must have his own difficulties.
He stopped asking questions and just followed He Yushu silently. The two of them walked towards the secret realm together.
However, Feng Ziang knew that even if he solved the current crisis, greater challenges were still waiting for him.
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