Chapter 98: Wandering Cultivator Su Ruoyun
Gao Huohuo was filled with shock at this moment. Although the female cultivator in front of him was at the same Jindan level as him, she exuded an unfathomable aura.
She secretly estimated that even if she faced these three people head-on, she had no confidence that she could defeat three of them alone in a head-on confrontation.
Her eyes moved back and forth over the female monk, and she became increasingly certain that she was definitely not a disciple of the sect.
In this world of cultivating immortals, all major sects have unwritten rules. Whenever they go out to gain experience, they must wear clothing that shows off their sect's identity.
It is an honor and also a deterrent.
The Shadow Moon Sect is the only exception. They are used to being casual in their daily lives. Unless it is a specific occasion, everyone dresses as they please, without any sense of being bound by any sect.
Take this trip for example, there were five of them in the group, and their dressing styles were so diverse that they actually wore at least six different styles.
The eighth senior brother took the mix-and-match style to the extreme, wearing a Taoist robe on the upper body, Confucian trousers on the lower body, and a pair of Western leather boots on his feet. It was as weird as it could be.
Gao Huohuo was lost in thoughts about clothing when he suddenly saw the sneaky-looking fellow among the three, who was still intent on stealing and was trying to launch a sneak attack while the female monk was off guard.
Gao Huohuo raised her hand lightly, and a seemingly ordinary stone hit the monk's wrist accurately.
With a "clang", the hidden weapon in his hand fell to the ground.
"Who dares to meddle in Grandpa's affairs? Come out!"
The attacker was so angry that he roared at the top of his voice.
"Oh, my grandson is calling me grandpa, so how dare I disobey? I'm going to show myself right now!"
Gao Huohuo walked out with an unruly smile on his face.
His eyes swept across the three people opposite him, his tongue sharp as a knife, and he instantly spewed out a barrage of ridicule:
"Look at you, three grown men bullying a weak woman, aren't you ashamed?
I don't know which of my useless grandsons is so rude and unethical! "
After she finished speaking, she generated power in her palms, and three stones wrapped in spiritual energy shot towards the three people like sharp arrows.
The three reacted quickly and swung their swords in unison to smash the stones into pieces.
However, in an instant, something unexpected happened.
The smug look on the three men's faces had not yet faded when they felt that the spiritual energy in their bodies had disappeared like a drop in the ocean, and their limbs seemed to be entangled by thousands of silk threads, making them unable to move.
"Why, are you so unhappy to see me, your grandpa? If you dare to glare at me again, I'll dig your eyes out and feed them to the dogs!"
Gao Huohuo crossed his arms over his chest, a playful look on his face.
"Witch, take my sword!"
One of them suddenly broke free from the restraint of the talisman, shouted loudly, and thrust his sword forward.
Gao Huohuo's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his figure flashed like a ghost. In an instant, he pulled out the long whip from his waist. The tip of the whip was like a nimble poisonous snake, and it rushed straight to the man's throat.
"Grandson, bullying the weak with your numbers is not what a gentleman does!"
The long whip, accompanied by a whistling sound, hit the man's shoulder hard, tearing his clothes and exposing his skin and flesh.
"If you don't greet your elders when you meet them, you are showing a lack of etiquette!"
Another whip came down with anger, and the man was at a loss, full of astonishment. The long whip seemed to have intelligence.
No matter how he changed his shape or where he fled, the whip always followed him like a shadow, with no way to hide or avoid it.
Moreover, this newly arrived female monk is extremely weird!
Looking at her slender figure, it's hard to imagine that she contains such terrifying strength.
He was filled with astonishment and suspicion, because his clothes were actually a defensive weapon.
I don’t know how many attacks it has helped him block on a daily basis. Although its grade is not top-notch, it is definitely not an ordinary thing.
Ordinary attacks wouldn't even leave a mark on it, but this time she broke it so easily.
It's unbelievable that he could hurt his own body without any hindrance!
"Could it be that this female monk has hidden her cultivation?"
This thought flashed through his mind, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.
Why was it that with just one whip, a cultivator of the sixth level of the Golden Core, who was about to enter the late Golden Core stage, was completely unable to withstand the attack of a cultivator of the first level of the Golden Core?
This gap was like a chasm that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out.
"Could it be that I'm too weak? Have I neglected physical training in recent years?"
He thought to himself, but quickly rejected the idea.
The next moment, another monk beside him who was good at body training had tensed muscles and a powerful aura.
Relying on his strong physique, he broke free from the restraints of the talisman and rushed towards Gao Huohuo with a sword in hand, his face full of anger.
Judging from his posture, he was determined to kill her with his sword to save his face.
However, reality was like a heavy slap in the face of everyone.
The female monk remained calm and composed. She swung her whip again, and the tip of the whip hit the body-building monk accurately.
Only the sound of cloth tearing was heard, and the monk's clothes instantly turned into flying strips of cloth.
The exposed skin was also torn and bleeding, and he fell to the ground in a mess.
Now the two of them looked at each other, and saw a solemn look in each other's eyes.
I originally thought it was just a coincidence, and that this female monk was just a bit difficult to deal with, but I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, another equally powerful helper would appear.
Who are these two people?
"Have we offended the Liuli Sect, a first-class sect?" One of them couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.
Speaking of the Liuli Sect, it is very famous in the world of immortal cultivation.
The sect is composed entirely of female cultivators. Although their number is not large, each of them is an elite and their strength is terrifyingly strong.
It is rumored that the female monks there wear top-grade spiritual weapons and countless magic weapons when they go out.
Look at the whip in the female monk's hand. It emits a strange light all over. The material is neither gold nor wood. There are faint runes flowing through it. It is obvious that it is not an ordinary item.
I think only sects with profound background like Liuli Sect have such treasures, otherwise it would be impossible to break through their defenses so easily.
"Are you two disciples of Liuli Sect?" After hesitating for a long time, the man finally asked.
There was a hint of fear and expectation in his voice. He hoped that they were not like that, but he was also afraid that if they really offended the Liuli Sect, they would have no peace in the future.
Gao Huohuo frowned slightly and searched carefully in the original owner's messy memories. He soon found some fragments about the Liuli Sect.
This sect is indeed as the rumors say, with female cultivators in power and a huge influence, which ordinary people cannot afford to provoke.
"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Do you consider someone's background when you rob them?"
Gao Huohuo's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and her cold voice echoed all around.
The three people opposite had different thoughts, and when they heard this question, they all smiled bitterly in their hearts.
This question is not nonsense. In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong prey on the weak, and background and identity are of paramount importance.
For disciples of large sects or descendants of large families with a long history, any magical weapon they carry may have an extraordinary origin.
The forces behind them are intertwined and complex. If you rob them, troubles will come like a tide, and you may even be killed.
But it is different for independent cultivators and disciples of small and insignificant sects. They have no power or influence.
Even if they are robbed, the worst that can happen is that you can hide for a few years, and everything will be fine after the storm passes.
At first, the woman looked like an ordinary casual cultivator. The three of them accidentally noticed that her storage bag was bulging with treasures shining.
Driven by greed, he decided to snatch it away.
Who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin would show up unexpectedly and mess things up.
"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. I am a casual cultivator, Su Ruoyun.
These three people saw that I was a casual cultivator with no background or foundation, so they took the opportunity to try to steal my spiritual weapon."
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