We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

When Wen Xiangyi saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat.

The foggy sea area is far away from the location of the Sea-Shaking Devil Claw Fish, but countless tentacles are extending from there, which means that there may be more than one such giant creature in these two sea areas!

They can't deal with just one now, and if more come out, it will be a big trouble!
Jiang Shaobai immediately made a decision and shouted, "Get ashore quickly!"

Wen Xiangyi just turned around when she heard Ling Lan shouting, "Xiangyi, be careful!"

Wen Xiangyi's heart tightened, and she suddenly felt a dangerous breath coming towards her, which made her scalp numb and the hair on her body stand up!
Although her eyes did not see it, her body had already reacted. Wen Xiangyi spun her feet and dodged to the side at an extremely fast speed. The next moment, a sharp sword light passed by her, and a few strands of her hair were cut off and fell quietly into the deep sea.

Just after dodging the attack, another powerful pressure swept over, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it hard to bear.

Wen Xiangyi immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and as soon as the strength in his hand loosened, the Changsheng Sword immediately flew into the air, and the sword body continued to tremble and made a buzzing sound.

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai were not feeling well either. Both of them were affected by the pressure and their faces turned pale.

The three of them gritted their teeth and exerted all their strength to withstand the pressure. Although they were unable to move, at least they did not fall into the sea.

Wen Xiangyi frowned, looked ahead, and shouted, "Who is it?"

"I haven't seen you for a while. How come you are in such a mess?"

A clear flute sound pierced the air, followed by a low laugh. The voice was very pleasant, as clear as the sound of spring water hitting rocks.

Wen Xiangyi's pupils shrank when she heard the voice. This voice was...

The air in front of him twisted, and then one figure after another appeared.

Except for the two people standing in the front, everyone else was wearing the same uniform.

The Big Dipper was embroidered on the bamboo-green costumes with some unknown silk thread, shining with silver light. Their hair crowns and other accessories all had elements of the Big Dipper, even the earrings of some female practitioners had the same pattern.

It’s someone from Feixing Pavilion!

The person who just spoke and took action was none other than Jiufang Zhuoguang, who had a grudge against the three people.

He was dressed in black and sat on the majestic black python with one leg bent. His chin was supported by his hand, and from time to time he used his fingertips to fiddle with the red coral and small bells in his hair. His beautiful eyes were half-closed as he stared at Wen Xiangyi with interest, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was appreciating her miserable condition.

Wen Xiangyi was already in a bad mood, and because of her injury, she felt chest tightness and shortness of breath when she saw him like this. She wanted to go up and beat his handsome face into a pig's head!

It's really a narrow road for enemies!

Even though he wanted to kill him in his heart, he still held back. Wen Xiangyi just glanced at Jiufang Zhuoguang and then shifted his gaze to the old man next to him.

Jiufang Zhuoguang's cultivation level is similar to that of the three of them, so it is absolutely impossible for him to suppress them with his coercion, so the powerful one is the old man next to him.

The old man was frail, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles enough to kill a fly.

He was wearing an extremely plain grey robe, his body was extremely hunched, and his appearance was even more ordinary. He was the kind of person who would be inconspicuous even among a group of old people.

There was no trace of the aura of a cultivator on him, and he looked like an ordinary person rather than a master. But this was the world of immortal cultivation after all, and the truly powerful people would not necessarily release their edge, but would hide their strength and disguise themselves as ordinary people.

He was playing the flute when he came, but after Jiufang Zhuoguang spoke, he slowly put it down and his eyes fell on the three people who were pinned down by his pressure.

The old man's eyes were not disdainful or critical, but as calm as the water in an ancient well, sending chills down one's spine.
It was precisely because of this calmness that Wen Xiangyi and the other two felt unprecedented pressure, such a powerful pressure, such a restrained aura!
Jiang Shaobai coughed and whispered, "This person's cultivation should have entered the Spiritual Transformation Stage."

Wen Xiangyi said nothing, looking at the flute in the old man's hand thoughtfully.

The sound of the flute seemed to calm the giant beast in the sea.

"You are a beastmaster."

She spoke, her tone not inquiring but affirmative.

The old man didn't say anything, but Jiufang Zhuoguang spoke up, his brows slightly raised, "Aren't you curious why we are here?"

What's so curious about this? Either he came to Wuwang Sea to look for treasures, or he found her and came here specifically to kill her.

Wen Xiangyi didn't want to pay attention to him, and didn't even want to look at him. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were still on the flute in the old man's hand.

She had a crazy idea in her mind. If she could get out of here alive today, she would definitely find a way to snatch the piccolo from the old man in the future.

The old man seemed to see through Wen Xiangyi's thoughts and said calmly, "Little girl, don't dream of getting something that doesn't belong to you, or you will lose your life."

As she spoke, Wen Xiangyi felt the invisible pressure on her become even heavier. She spat out a mouthful of blood to cover up her sinister look, raised her eyes and looked at the old man with a smile, "Senior, you are joking. How could I have such a bold idea?"

This is the world of cultivating immortals, where the strong prey on the weak and plunder is normal. This is not a society ruled by law. If she is strong enough, what can't belong to her?

The old man saw that she was not saying what she meant, and said, "Being bold or not is not just something you say, you..."

"Okay, you can leave first."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Jiufang Zhuoguang suddenly interrupted. He glanced at the old man beside him indifferently, and his smile faded slightly.

The old man glanced at him, his expression did not change at all, he just nodded slightly and retreated into the crowd.

Wen Xiangyi sneered in his heart when he saw this scene. Jiufang Zhuoguang was really good at reincarnation. Not only was he gifted, but he also had the title of the Young Master of Feixing Pavilion, so he could act as cool as he wanted.

If he were just an ordinary person with such an arrogant attitude, he would probably be slapped away by this old guy!

hissing...

The black python that Jiufang Zhuoguang was sitting on seemed to have noticed Wen Xiangyi's unfriendly look, and its eyes immediately became fierce. It spit out its tongue and stared at her with a fierce look.

Wen Xiangyi looked at the black python that was about to transform into a dragon and was stunned for a moment. She remembered that Jiufang Zhuoguang had killed her own pet with his own hands a long time ago. How come there was another black python?
Soon Jiufang Zhuoguang answered Wen Xiangyi's questions.

(End of this chapter)