Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 162 The Demonic Qi Diluted Countless Times
And that Chu Miao was taken in by the cultivator of the Tianji Tower.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyu glanced at the white-haired man again, wondering if this Chu Miao was that Chu Miao.

But this Chu Miao was extremely sensitive, and just as Shen Zhiyu raised his eyes to look over, he met his pair of cold eyes.

Got caught.

Shen Zhiyu touched the roof of his tongue with the tip of his tongue, and turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened.

Chu Miao's eyes stayed on Shen Zhiyu for a moment, and then moved away.

After a general introduction and greetings one by one, everyone in the hunting team dispersed and returned to the place where they rested before.

Shen Zhiyu also took Qingya sword away and walked over slowly.

There were only two female cultivators in the hunting team, sitting by the fire on the left, and beckoning to Shen Zhiyu when they saw Shen Zhiyu passing by.

Shen Zhiyu sat down calmly.

The shorter female cultivator was a medical practitioner named Tang Xiaoya, and the other taller female cultivator was named Wu Dan. She didn't say what she was good at during the introduction, but Shen Zhiyu saw that the knuckles on the back of her hands were covered with calluses. He is good at punching.

It was Tang Xiaoya who was beckoning, she looked at Shen Zhiyu with a smile, "Friend Lin, I just saw that the sword in your hand is very strange, are you a sword cultivator?"

Shen Zhiyu blinked her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, "Yes."

"Wow," Tang Xiaoya was amazed, "Sword cultivators are so powerful! You must be very powerful, fellow Daoist Lin."

"Where, I'm just a wild boy." Shen Zhiyu shook his head.

Wu Dan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly let out a mocking laugh, and when Shen Zhiyu looked over, she slowly restrained her smile and returned to her previous expressionless look.

Shen Zhiyu frowned very lightly, this Wu Dan seemed to have an inexplicable hostility towards her.

She lowered her eyes, curled her mouth slightly, ignored her, and continued to talk to Tang Xiaoya in a leisurely manner, "Tang Daoyou, just now I heard that you are a medical practitioner?"

Tang Xiaoya's eyes flicked back and forth between Shen Zhiyu and the expressionless Wu Dan, "Yes, fellow Daoist Lin, you don't know that it's really annoying to be a doctor, and you have to memorize a lot of pharmacopoeia medical records! When I was young, I was about to die. Throwing up!"

Shen Zhiyu smiled, "Really? Then you don't have to worry about endorsement now, do you?"

"Oh," Tang Xiaoya sighed and shook her head, "The trouble of memorizing is gone, but it's not much easier. Now I have to integrate these things one by one, and each elixir has many different uses. It's very difficult."

Shen Zhiyu couldn't help laughing.

"And fellow Daoist Lin, you don't know that I really want to be a swordsman," Tang Xiaoya sighed, her brows drooping, "It's just that my third uncle doesn't agree anyway."

"With your character of crying when you get hurt, you still want to be a sword repairer? It's just a dream!" Wu Dan sneered and mocked.

The expression on Tang Xiaoya's face froze, and Shen Zhiyu couldn't help frowning.

I thought Wu Dan was hostile to her because she was new here, but I never thought that this person was so rude to Tang Xiaoya.

You are so sarcastic to the medical repairer in the team, are you afraid that she will do something to your wound?
Does this Wu Dan suffer from brain disease?

Although Tang Xiaoya was warm and kind, she didn't give in to Wu Dan's sarcasm at all, and shouted loudly: "You can't be a sword cultivator yourself, Wu Daoyou, why bother to blame me?"

"You...!" Wu Dan stood up abruptly, glanced at Shen Zhiyu who was calm and blushed.

"What about me?" Tang Xiaoya rolled her eyes, "Isn't it because Lin Daoyou is beautiful and a swordsman, and I feel uncomfortable, so don't mock me in a fake way! Hypocrisy!"

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Wu Dan is a face-saving person. Seeing all the monks in the hunting team look over, her chest heaved unsteadily. She took a look at Tang Xiaoya and Shen Zhiyu who was sitting next to her silently, and immediately pointed the finger at her. Shen Zhiyu said: "With her delicate skin and tender flesh, how can she look like a sword repairer?!"

Is this treating her like a persimmon?
Shen Zhiyu sneered from the bottom of her heart, and said slowly on her face: "According to what Fellow Daoist Wu said, a swordsman must be tall and thick like you?"

"You—!!" Wu Dan pointed at her, glaring at her.

Shen Zhiyu's face turned cold instantly, her finger moved slightly, and a sword energy flew out, cutting towards Wu Dan's finger pointing at her.

The sword energy came instantly, and Wu Dan had no time to react.

But when the sword energy was about to cut off Wu Dan's fingers, a layer of snow-white aura suddenly appeared in front of Wu Dan's hand.

Shen Zhiyu glanced at Chu Miao who was sitting in the gazebo, and hehe in his heart, after two feet away, the shield came so timely?
The sword qi landed on the aura cover, and immediately shattered the aura cover, but with this buffer time, Wu Dan also reacted, she quickly withdrew her hand, but the sword wind that shattered the aura cover was still swept out on the back of her hand made a hole.

Facing Wu Dan's frightened and angry eyes, Shen Zhiyu smiled slightly, "Fellow Daoist Wu, I have a bad temper, please bear with me."

Hearing this, Wu Dan became even more angry immediately, and raised his fist to fight, but was stopped by Shen Zhen halfway.

He looked at Shen Zhiyu with a smile on his face, "Fellow Daoist Lin, my subordinate is being rude," he said, and he gave Wu Dan a sideways glance, "You still haven't apologized to Fellow Daoist Lin?!"

Wu Dan covered the bleeding wound, gritted his teeth, and looked at Shen Zhiyu with hatred, but in the end she reluctantly apologized under Shen Zhen's menacing gaze.

Shen Zhiyu said casually: "Since I know I made a mistake, I won't pursue it. Just don't do it again next time."

Shen Zhiyu secretly swept around the hunting team, snorting coldly in her heart, and joined forces to test her strength, and chopped off anyone who dared to stretch out her claws.

It seems that this hunting team is not a fuel-efficient lamp. This set of playing, playing, playing and singing is so smooth, it seems that they are already very proficient.

After probing her and discovering her strength, what exactly do you want to do?
Win her over?leave her?Or murder and seize treasure?
Shen Zhiyu glanced at the storage ring on her finger, lowered her eyes, and her covered eyes were deep.

"Okay, it's almost time to rest, let's go." Shen Zhen didn't continue to sit down, but clapped his hands, signaling everyone to set sail.

Everyone in the hunting team took action immediately, and after a while, they continued to move towards Guhong Valley.

The distance of more than 200 miles is not very far for the monks who established the foundation. It didn't take long for them to walk nearly half of the distance.

I met four or five monsters along the way, but none of them were particularly strong, far less troublesome than the flower tooth butterfly spider.

Shen Zhiyu solved it quickly and neatly.

Qingya's sword flew back into her hand, Shen Zhiyu kept walking forward.

At this time, there was a faint evil breath in the air, mixed with an indescribable sticky and cold, Shen Zhiyu frowned after carefully sensing it.

This is the magic energy that has been diluted countless times! !
(End of this chapter)