Perhaps there were indeed strange existences like Liang Kuangren, who possessed powerful combat abilities and a temperament tempered by life and death situations. However, they were in the minority and couldn't represent the entire rogue cultivator community.
Just like the solitary beasts in the forest, they were the best at judging the situation. They bullied the weak and feared the strong. They wouldn't easily face difficulties head-on and fight to the death!
This was because they were afraid of getting hurt! Once they were hurt, they would lose most of their ability to survive. Their former enemies would also find an opportunity to attack them. They wouldn't even have the ability to protect themselves!
Therefore, unless they were very confident, unless the benefits were too tempting, unless they were faced with an unavoidable situation, they would choose to retreat in order to protect themselves in most cases.
In this dangerous cultivation world, the most difficult thing for rogue cultivators wasn't resources, but loneliness. They had no organization, no helpers, and no place to heal their wounds.
This was why Lord Qin's cultivation friends had repeatedly rejected his requests. They didn't want to become enemies with the cultivators behind Lou Province. This was because of the harsh living conditions of rogue cultivators.
In this regard, the situation of sect disciples was much better than theirs. They had people behind them. Under the miraculous power of cultivation, most injuries could be healed and there wouldn't be any future problems. Moreover, they had an environment to recuperate in peace, and they had experienced masters!
Therefore, comparatively speaking, the overall combat ability of sect disciples was much stronger than that of rogue cultivators.
Greenwood was a disciple of such a sect. Facing him were three ordinary rogue cultivators. Originally, they had come with the intention of observing and observing. But now that they saw that there was only one monk, their desire for profit gradually overcame their caution.
They also cooperated with each other. Although it was a little rough and their methods were poor, they didn't have much choice.
The leading cultivator reluctantly took out a talisman. To him, it wasn't something that could be wasted. It was a talisman made of wood thorns. As he formed a seal with both hands, it flashed and flew straight towards the monk.
The cultivator on the right tossed out a short sword. He had used his ability to control objects. Among all the controllable weapons, swords were the most common. Due to their upright and balanced shape, they could be used to stab, slash, and slice. They were the least difficult to control.
The cultivator on the left took out a machete with a ghost head and leaped forward. It was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into this machete. Perhaps he was from the jianghu. His fighting style was the orthodox way of rogue cultivators. Generally speaking, after a few rounds of controlling talismans, rogue cultivators would use this jianghu method to deal with their opponents. After all, they couldn't afford to throw talismans!
The wood thorns accurately hit Qing Mu, several inches into his flesh. As he staggered backward, he reached out his left hand to block the short sword...... although he succeeded in deflecting the short sword, his left arm was still bleeding......
The cultivator in civilian attire saw the opportunity and no longer hesitated. He rushed forward and chopped down with the ghost head machete.
There was a risk in doing so, as they had completely neglected their own defense. However, seeing that their companions had already succeeded, and their opponents were extremely weak, the amount of effort they put in to split the spoils of war played a huge role in this kind of joint attack. Especially since they could only obtain the greatest benefits with a decisive strike, under such temptation, they naturally let down their guard.
But Qing Mu suddenly rushed back while staggering, completely violating the normal rules of motion. When the ghost head machete was raised to the highest point, he had already rushed into the cultivator's arms. A half foot long steel spike popped out from his wrist cuff and directly pierced the cultivator's heart!
The wooden thorns and short sword attack were all fake. He had the bonus of half an hour of Vajra Technique and thirty breaths of Buddha's Slaughter. How could he be fatally wounded by such an attack? It was just an external injury. It looked scary to see the blood flowing out, but it wasn't a big deal!
Individual cultivators had limited resources. Most of their talismans were offensive talismans, but they rarely saw defensive talismans. This was one of the reasons.
Individual cultivators were limited by themselves and would not easily allow themselves to be injured. Therefore, in their opinion, since the opponent was injured, it must be real. It couldn't be faked! But in fact, in the fight between sect disciples, it was a very common fighting method to feign injury and then attack later.
It was precisely because of these two reasons that the civilian cultivator was fooled and lost his life. The key point was that the remaining two didn't realize what had happened.
From their angle, they could only see the monk's final struggle. He pushed his companion to the ground and rolled into a ball, rolling into a shallow grass pit. However, they could not see the steel spikes being retracted. The knee-high grass instantly submerged their figures. All they could see was the grass shaking violently. That was the result of the two people's close combat …
It was already impossible for him to use the Art of Object Control to control the dagger to fly and stab. The two people on the ground were entangled with each other. They were hidden in the weeds and could not be separated from each other. His Art of Object Control was not able to control the dagger according to his heart's desire.
Therefore, he gave up on the short sword and pulled out the long sword hanging on his scholar's robe. He jumped straight over and looked for an opportunity to stab.
The last cultivator dressed like a merchant, who was also the friend of His Excellency, felt that something was wrong. However, he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He could only remind him verbally, "Brother Zhou, be careful in case the bald donkey is cheating!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the person rolling on the ground leaped up. Judging from the back of the person's attire, it was his comrade in civilian attire. There was still a trace of light reflecting off the yellow monk's robe in the grass pit. The sword-wielding cultivator used one of his palms to block the impact.
He laughed and said, "What's wrong? Since you've settled it, why are you still so flustered?"
However, before his hand touched his companion's body, he had already noticed that the body, which was originally restrained, had a bright color when he got closer.
It was a bald man!
Shocked, he realized that he had been fooled. He changed his left palm from pushing to attacking. At the same time, the long sword in his right hand slashed out and he tiptoed to retreat …
His reaction was fast, but no matter how fast he was, it was still too late. The monk who was leaping backwards suddenly accelerated and crashed into his chest. The practitioner only felt his chest tighten as he lost all strength in his body and fell limply to the ground.
Stupa, also known as Buddha, was a technique that allowed divine power to enter the body. It could perform some actions that violated the laws of physics in a short period of time. These actions were normal after entering the Foundation Establishment stage, but they were completely incomprehensible to cultivators who ate Qi. For example, the sudden change of direction and acceleration in the air!
The first cultivator dressed like a civilian and the second cultivator dressed like a scholar died under this sudden change. Of course, the reason for this result was the opponent's experienced psychological manipulation.
The cultivator dressed like a merchant finally understood, but it was a little too late!
Although it was late, he made the choice that was most beneficial to him. He turned around, escaped, and ran!
This was the smartest thing to do! His two companions were not inferior to him in strength, but they still died in an instant. Then, what were his chances of success? It went without saying!
It seemed very shameful, but in the Cultivation World, those who were not shameful had already reported to the King of Hell!
If he left, there would be a future! There would be a future! At the very least, he could spread the news from Pu City and create a momentum to hunt down the monk! It would be a waste if he lost his life here. Who would know if the monk continued to be his storekeeper?
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