Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 208 Xiaoyaozong (22)

The fire was so fierce that it quickly spread far away before everyone could react.

The male cultivator suppressed Luo Feng who was still struggling in time, knocked him unconscious with his palm in great anger, then turned his head to look at the rapidly burning fire, and was about to put out the fire immediately.

But the monk beside him grabbed his hand and motioned him to take a look at Qin Shiyi who was walking in the front.

It was impossible for Qin Shiyi not to see the fire that shot up into the sky, but she ignored it at all, but continued to walk forward, obviously unwilling to pay attention to the fire behind her.

"Didn't you say you want to live and die with this sect? Just let them go," the male cultivator who blocked him also looked at the crying and running people with great sympathy, but this sympathy was also mixed with gloating that he himself didn't realize. "If they didn't say this, Uncle Qin might be saved. Who told them to add this sentence? You also know Uncle Qin. She never wants to meddle in other people's business. These people have said so , Uncle Master won’t care about it.”

The male cultivator who was guarding the four looked back at the soaring fire with some worry, gritted his teeth, and followed the team.

Feng Siyuan, Lin Chaoyu and Ren Kuan were so stimulated by the fire in front of their eyes that their eyes were cracked, and the pain of countless painstaking efforts was unbearable for them.

why...

Why did things become like this...

They did nothing wrong, why should they be so cruel to them...

Are these big sects just not giving ordinary monks a way out!

There will be a way... there will be a way!

Feng Siyuan's hands desperately grabbed his chest, trying to take out the deer bell on his chest, but he was bound by the fairy rope, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't touch his chest.

"Lu Sanmu! Lu Sanmu! If you don't fucking come here, your small building will be burned down!"

Feng Siyuan yelled in the direction of the mountain like crazy, no matter how dragged he was, he refused to take another half step forward.

At this moment, Qin Shiyi, who was walking in front, heard the shout and frowned and turned his head, a bad premonition welled up in his heart: "Gag their mouths!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she saw streaks of white light rising into the sky from the mountain, and where the white light passed, the fire gradually extinguished.

The people who came here, regardless of gender, have big eyes and narrow faces with cherry mouths, and their appearance is very in line with human aesthetics. Behind these monks are a few white young spirit deer, which are hidden behind these monks and are tightly protected.

Waves of terrifying coercion poured down from the leading male cultivator, covering all the cultivators of Xuantian Sect.

Lu Sanmu stepped into the void, tilted his head, and sniffled lightly.

Soon, he smelled the fear on Feng Siyuan's body.

Without further ado, he led the twenty or so monks behind him, divided into two teams and charged straight down towards the two towns at a speed that ordinary people could hardly see with the naked eye. No matter how he moved, his vision went dark, and he immediately passed out on the ground.

Qin Shiyi obviously didn't expect that the pheasant sect with few thatched huts would have such strong foreign aid. When Ren Kuan approached Xuantianzong before, he only said that the sect had more than [-] monks. Neither is too high.

Xuantianzong had earlier received requests from many countries and tribes in the west, wanting Xuantianzong to deal with this so-called emerging sect, to appease the turbulent hearts, and promised to give Xuantianzong all that could be found for ten consecutive years after the settlement was over. Treasures of Heaven and Earth.

After Xuantianzong got the news, before he could find it in the future, Ren Kuan came to ask for permission. Just in case, 100 people were returned to Qin Shiyi, and Qin Shiyi was required to complete the task, otherwise he would be punished.

So Qin Shiyi must not lose again. She is not as close as Zhang Yan and can be exempted from punishment. Her master has passed away long ago, and her brothers and sisters are not close. It can be said that she can have her current status entirely on her own. She came up with a lot of vigor, and she had no other helpers except herself.

The last time Zhang Yan pleaded for her, he let her go temporarily. If he fails again this time... I am afraid that the elixir and other natural treasures used in the original cultivation will be reduced by half.

As for the monks brought this time, she is probably the only one who still has the strength to fight.

Under the heavy pressure, relying on the instinct of countless years of training, she raised the sword with difficulty, resisting Lu Sanmu's three extremely fast attacks, until after the three attacks, Qin Shiyi couldn't see clearly how the demon cultivator moved. It is also unclear what path this demon cultivator is cultivating.

His speed is really too fast. Qin Shiyi was already slow to move under that kind of terrifying coercion, but now under such a high-speed attack, he has no power to fight back, and within half a stick of incense time, Qin Shiyi was knocked down to the ground, and a large hole three fingers wide was pierced by a sharp object in Lu Sanmu's chest, and blood was flowing out uncontrollably.

"Do you want to continue? You are dying," Lu Sanmu put away the sharp object that looked like a cone and horn in his hand, and said to Qin Shiyi calmly, "You don't have to work so hard."

"I'll leave you a way out. Go back and tell Fu Cen that this place is occupied by Lu Sanmu. If he wants it, he can come and get it himself."

Qin Shiyi was panting heavily, his voice was like an old bellows.

She was stabbed in the lungs by Lu Sanmu, so it was very difficult to breathe every time, and it was difficult to make a sound in her throat. With trembling hands, she took out the medicine bottle from her pouch, and suddenly poured a few pills into her mouth. Come here for a while.

"...you... know... the suzerain?"

Lu Sanmu still didn't have any expression on his face. He seemed to have very stiff facial muscles, and he couldn't make subtle expressions at all. Even big expressions were very difficult: "It doesn't matter if you know it or not. If you still want to live, just now Take your men with you."

Otherwise, there are not many hundreds of corpses like you in this deep mountain that spreads for several kilometers.

With a wave of Lu Sanmu's sleeve, the monks of the Xuantian Sect who were lying on the ground woke up slowly. Qin Shiyi glared at Lu Sanmu angrily, but under the huge gap in strength, Qin Shiyi did not turn the corner at all. In the end, only one possibility of victory could be squeezed out between teeth: "Let's go." The monks with Xuantianzong left quickly.

Lu Sanmu first untied the remaining four people, Feng Siyuan stood up and gave Lu Sanmu a big gift: "Thank you for your help, fellow daoist!"

"You don't need to be so hypocritical," but Lu Sanmu turned around, not accepting the big gift at all, "From now on, we will worship once every three days. There will be more incense and more people."

Hearing this sentence, Feng Siyuan swayed uncontrollably: "...you see, fellow daoist, you've seen what's going on with us, can you give us a few more days..."

"At that time, there was an appointment first. If you go back on your word, then leave."

(End of this chapter)