"Yes, they're here for you!" Lonemoon replied nonchalantly, as if he already knew. After some thought, he added, "There's a total of 23 people, all Soul Formation and Traveling Immortals. It looks like they're all here this time!" It was hard not to notice the strange phenomenon that happened in the past few minutes.
Fatty's face turned even paler. A hint of panic flashed across his eyes. "What do we do? Let's hurry and leave this place."
"Leave for what?" Lonemoon glanced at him. "You have to solve these problems sooner or later. It's good that they're here. It saves us the trouble of finding them again."
"Solve … solve?" Fatty hesitated. Seeing that Lonemoon did not look like he was joking, he became even more anxious. "Those people won't listen to reason."
"Who said we're going to reason?"
"Eh?" Isn't that so?
Lonemoon laughed. He opened the fan in his hand and said word by word, "For this kind of thing, we just have to beat them up." As someone at the top of the food chain, he showed that fists were the hard way.
Fatty: "…"
This is called solving? Isn't this looking for trouble?
"Didn't … didn't you say there were 23 people, all Soul Formation and Traveling Immortals?"
"Yes, and then?"
"There's only four of us!" He was about to break down. He was getting more and more anxious. Although he already knew that Fellow Daoist Niu and Fellow Daoist Chef were powerful cultivators, they could not tell that there was something wrong with his body. But after all, they were outnumbered. "There are so many of them, and they have immortal artifacts …"
"You're right. Four people is too much for them." Lonemoon closed his fan and suddenly turned around. He shouted, "Chef, I'll leave everything to you."
With that, he took a step back and stood to the side. Chef was a professional when it came to fighting! He was definitely not here to take revenge for the master-disciple duo in the forest.
"…" Fatty hesitated. He did not think that there were too many people. He wanted to continue persuading, "I didn't mean …"
Before he could finish speaking, Yi Qing raised his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand. A wave of Sword Qi that was thousands of times more terrifying than the Lightning Tribulation from before came crashing down, as if filling up the entire world.
Fatty felt his legs turn to jelly. He almost knelt down. Even the approaching auras in the distance suddenly stopped, and some of them even fell from the sky.
He subconsciously turned to look at Yi Qing, who was behind him. Previously, he could not sense it because he did not have cultivation. Now, he realized that Yi Qing's body was emitting a shocking aura, causing fear to rise from the bottom of his heart. He could not even think of resisting.
Yi Qing took a few steps forward and looked in the direction of those people. It was just a few casual steps, but Fatty was still suppressed by the Sword Qi that Yi Qing emitted unconsciously. Was this their true strength?
This was scarier than any Soul Formation or Traveling Immortal cultivator he had ever seen. For some reason, he instantly understood what Lonemoon meant. Four people was indeed overestimating those people. Yi Qing alone was enough. Moreover, he was the kind of person who was more than enough.
That wasn't a joke. He really could do it.
He suddenly felt a little shaken. His heart, which was full of panic and worry, calmed down for no reason. Was this a cultivator? It turned out that it was possible to be strong to this extent, strong enough to not fear any danger at all. He slowly clenched his fists by his side, and a desire that he had never felt before rose in his heart.
If he could also …
Yi Qing turned to look at Lonemoon and instructed, "Look after Master." Don't lose him again!
"Got it!" Lonemoon waved his hand out of habit.
Only then did he tighten his grip on the sword in his hand. The Sword Qi around his body thickened. He was just about to fly up and finish the battle quickly.
"Wait a minute!" Fatty suddenly spoke, as if he had thought of something. There was a seriousness on his meatball-like face. He cupped his fists and bowed to the two. "Can I ask the two of you not to attack?"
"No way, Fatty?" Lonemoon looked like he was looking at a Virgin Mary. "You want to let them go?"
"No!" He shook his head, clenched and unclenched his fists a few times, and said word by word, "I want to settle the grudge between me and them myself!"
"…" Lonemoon and Yi Qing exchanged a look and fell silent.
"Thanks to the help of the three of you, I am now a cultivator. One day, I will personally seek justice for them." He looked straight at the two of them and said even more seriously, "Please give me a chance. Can you not attack for now? Fellow Daoist Chef! "
"No!" Yi Qing, who had already put down his sword, pursed his lips. Instant rejection! Who is your Fellow Daoist Chef?
Huh?
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"Why … Why?" Fatty's serious expression collapsed instantly. He looked at Lonemoon helplessly. "Help me persuade him, Fellow Daoist Niu."
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"Chef, do it. Don't leave a single one for him." Lonemoon's expression darkened, and his attitude changed instantly. Fellow Daoist Niu!
Eh, eh, eh …
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"No, Fellow Daoists!" Can't you give the newbie a chance to take revenge?
Seeing that Chef had already flown up on his sword, and even Lonemoon, who was planning to slack off, had summoned his flying sword, Fatty felt despair.
"Chef." Shen Ying, who was nibbling on a fruit, suddenly said, "I'm hungry!"
Kacha …
The figure that was about to fly away suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Yes Master, no problem Master!"
The sword Qi around Yi Qing extinguished. Without hesitation, he flew back with a swoosh. He skillfully took out pots and pans and started a fire to cook …
Lonemoon: "…"
Fatty: "…"
— — —
Five minutes later.
Dozens of figures descended from the sky. All of them had high cultivation levels, and the least of them was a Soul Formation cultivator. They walked towards the unlucky thatched cottage not far away and checked inside and outside several times. They also released their divine perception to scan the surrounding radius of a few kilometers, but still found nothing.
"Strange, why did his aura suddenly stop? Could it be that we came too late? He got away! "
"He's a mortal with such serious injuries. Even if he's still alive, how could he hide from so many of us? The strange phenomenon in the sky just now might not have been caused by him. "
"Impossible! It's definitely because of him. I clearly sensed his aura. And the sect's array seal tablet has been destroyed, which proves that the Spirit Sealing Array set in his sea of consciousness has been broken. Other than Hui Ze, no one else can cause such a strange phenomenon. "
"But only Core Formation will cause the Lightning Tribulation. Even if he can cultivate, it's impossible for him to form his core so quickly, right?"
"What I'm afraid is that it'll be like the last time. There's an expert helping him and deliberately hiding him."
"No matter what, we have to find him first. Don't forget, the day of welcome is coming soon. If we still can't find him, who among us can get anything out of this?"
As if thinking of something, all the cultivators' expressions changed. After a while, the person who spoke first said hurriedly.
"Search! Even if there's only a piece of flesh left, we have to find him even if we have to dig three feet into the ground! "
So the group of people searched carefully in the same place again and again before leaving one by one, heading towards other places to search.
The four people who had been sitting in the array tens of meters away and eating dinner: "…"
Fatty, who had gotten used to it very quickly, expressed that he was not affected at all. He even wanted another bowl of white rice.
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