There are also many other things sold on the street, the most of which are all kinds of ores, but there are not many precious ores, many of them are just very beautiful and can be used as jewelry or some magic weapons for decoration.

Zhao Qing ate the barbecue in her hand while watching the ore. In the end, she took a fancy to a piece of blue pith on a small stall, blue and blue, with a soft blue glow on the surface in the sun. Just when Zhao Qing wanted to lean over and pick up the blue chalcedony, a figure suddenly rushed towards her. The figure immediately grabbed the corner of her skirt at the hem and hid behind her, and it was a monk in the late Yuan Infant who was chasing after her.

Zhao Qing didn't hesitate to drive out the guy hiding behind him, this kind of Yuanying monk mixed in was definitely not a good thing, Zhao Qing didn't want to wade into this troubled water.

But the figure behind him screamed. "Fairy help, that person is a demon cultivator, he wants to arrest me, help!"

The cry was very familiar, but Zhao Qing didn't bother to think about whose it was, and the only point to grasp was Demon Cultivation. Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed, and he put all his divine sense on the Yuanying Monk who was chasing, and sure enough, he found a formation on him to hide his aura. Zhao Qing used his divine sense to destroy the formation, and a strong aura of demonic cultivation was exposed.

"Fairy, you see I didn't lie to you, he is a demon cultivator, everyone is responsible for killing demon cultivators, and he wants to arrest me to practice his demon skills, fairy help." The voice behind him appeared again, and he didn't even think it was loud enough, but this time the shouting actually used spiritual power, and as a result, the people on the street could hear it clearly.

Everyone found that there was really a demon cultivator on the street, and the scene was chaotic. All the people ran away, not even the things on the stalls of the stalls, and the owners of the shops also hurriedly opened the defensive formations in the shops and ran away without caring about anything.

Demon cultivation is synonymous with cruelty and strength in the cultivation realm, and there is a way that is one foot high, and a demon is one foot high. If it weren't for the fact that the Heavenly Dao was very strict with the Heavenly Thunder of Demon Cultivation, starting from Jindan, every time he advanced, he would have to accept a Thunder Tribulation, and this world would be the world of Demon Cultivation.

The figure behind Zhao Qing. When I saw the chaos of everyone running, I was ready to run. But when he found that Demon Xiu's eyes had been staring at him, he gave up and ran away. In the whole street, only Zhao Qing is left now. Demon Xiu, and the figure behind Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing looked back and found that the figure was none other than Mo Dye. It's really a narrow road, and it's not time yet, and we've already met frequently. Hide the killing intent in your eyes. Zhao Qing looked at the demon cultivator in front of him.

Mo Xiu looked very young, but there were a lot of silver threads on his head, his skin was smooth and delicate, white and a little gray, and the smell of blood on his body was very strong. "What? Those people have run away, why don't you run, do you have to protect this kid? Who is he? You don't think that your cultivation in the early stage of the Yuan Infant can really do anything to me, you must know that even some distracted monks may not be able to beat me. Or do you want to stall and wait for those powerful monks to come and crusade against me, but I think by then, your Yuan Yin will be gone. And you're by me, ahahaha. ”

Zhao Qing tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a look of disdain. "There's a lot of nonsense, whether you can fight it or not."

"That's it, whether to fight or not, this is my master, don't say that you, the big devil in the late Yuan Infancy, are the distracted demons, she is not afraid." Mo Ran shouted behind Zhao Qing, and his words were very inadequate. Not only the demon cultivator, but even Zhao Qing felt the same way.

Zhao Qing divided part of his divine consciousness and pressed it directly on Mo Ran's body, telling him to talk more. The ink-dyed face turned pale. Cold sweat flowed down unconsciously, but he persevered, leaning on a stone pillar behind him, and did not fall.

Zhao Qing didn't have to let him do anything, just warn him, what he really paid attention to was the demon cultivation in front of him.

"Hmph. Master? When I kill her, I'll see who you call Master. Demon Xiu said unceremoniously, his eyes glowing bloodicured, and a pitch-black folding fan appeared in his hand. I saw him holding a fan, and it was the one facing Zhao Qing's direction. A cloud of black smoke attacked Zhao Qing, with a thick resentment and ghostly aura, and the pale face of a dead woman condensed at the front of the black smoke.

Zhao Qing immediately left the position at that time, completely ignoring the life and death of ink dyeing. But the ink dye seemed to be very important to that demon cultivator, and when the black smoke approached the ink dye, it seemed to be affected by something, and finally bypassed the ink dye.

Count him lucky, but it's a pity that this demon cultivator doesn't plan to kill him, Zhao Qing snorted coldly and pursed the corners of his mouth.

Demon Xiu heard Zhao Qing's cold snort, he didn't know what she meant, and thought that he was laughing at him for not attacking violently, and the concentration of smoke suddenly increased. This time, he directly condensed the appearance of half of the female ghost in white, and he waved his fan and attacked in the direction of Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing took out the pipa piano and played it gently, and with the fluctuation, the female ghost was scattered. As if he had been seriously injured, Demon Xiu wanted to continue to summon the fan female ghosts, but he didn't succeed.

"That's all you have?" Zhao Qing made the most contemptuous demeanor. "If the monks in the late Yuan Infant period are all of your strength, then I am indeed not afraid of your distracted monks."

Ahh As soon as she summoned Blood Yingluo, she flicked it for a while, and sixty percent of her true yuan was gone. Blood Yingluo also gave full play to her advantages, and calculated very well, after this attack, the female ghost in the fan was really hit hard and couldn't get out.

But Zhao Qing also has no ability to attack, sixty percent of Zhenyuan is suddenly empty, and she also needs a little time to relax, otherwise there is no means to attack at all. Now she has a swelling and pain in her meridians, and she can't even condense an ice arrow.

In fact, Zhao Qing said this in order to deter the demon cultivator, who knew that his brain twitched, and suddenly thought of what Mo Dye had said before, and blurted out at once. Where is this still some shock, this is anger. Zhao Qing's mouth was filled with bitter water, and she had already begun to silently guess what kind of attack Demon Xiu would attack next, and where would it be better for her to hide when the time came.

There were bursts of bells from the City Lord's Mansion, and after a while, a group of distracted monks flew towards this direction. The demon cultivator was about to make a big move, but he found that now that the fan was destroyed, the attack below would take a lot of time and strength, and it would not be able to sustain those monks from rushing over. So he snorted coldly, and left a sentence to count your luck, and if you will settle the account in the future, what secret method will you use, and a red light flashed and left the city.

Mo Ran was hiding behind the stone pillar at this time, although the stone pillar was the same as non-existence for the Yuanying monk, but he was just a peace of mind. "You just let him go."

Zhao Qing squinted and glanced at Mo Ran. "I don't want to." How could he just leave? I haven't taken you away yet, but I took you away, and then tortured you every day with the means of demon cultivation, which is what I want to see the most.

Of course, Mo Ran didn't know Zhao Qing's inner complaints, he unilaterally thought that it was just that Zhao Qing's strength was insufficient and he couldn't keep the demon cultivator. In fact, there was also a reason, Zhao Qing saw so many monks appearing and didn't want to expose his immortal weapons.

"What's going on?"

The monk who flew in took the lead in the strong man in the late stage of distraction, and after Zhao Qing saw him, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him. Then Zhao Qing ran out, and raised the ink dye that was hiding behind him as if he was not hiding, and tried his best to reduce his existence.

"Senior, junior was originally shopping on the street, but this disciple ran directly behind the junior, pulled the junior's clothes, and identified a Yuanying monk as a demon cultivator. After the demon cultivator was exposed, the junior was dragged by this disciple, so he had to face the demon cultivator directly. Later, when the demon cultivators saw the seniors coming, they fled. Zhao Qing casually recounted this incident, but covered up the situation of his attack, and finally pushed everything to Mo Ran.

"This disciple ......"

"The younger generation dyed ink, and one day accidentally discovered the identity of that demon cultivator, so he was arrested, saying that it was to help him cultivate demon skills. Today, I finally ran out of his hands, and I caught this fairy casually. Thanks to the fairy's rescue, I was saved from being poisoned. After speaking, Mo Ran bowed to Zhao Qing.

Yes, he knows how to make up a fake name, if he says his real name, Zhao Qing believes that among the dozen or so monks here, someone will definitely recognize him.

"This is also your luck, be careful next time, this demon cultivator has already identified you. This time I arrived just in time, if it was a little later, I'm afraid you would all be the cornerstone of that demonic cultivator. The monk at the head said earnestly.

"Yes." Zhao Qing could only respond, if they didn't come, Zhao Qing could use the immortal weapon, and he would definitely be able to leave that demon cultivator behind, but it was a pity.

Seeing that the situation was resolved, it was not good for the monk to stay here any longer, so he turned around and left, and Zhao Qing, who was far away, heard a sigh of emotion. "There are still more than three hundred years before the appearance of the Heavenly Demon, and at this time, these Demon Cultivators are beginning to move......" (To be continued.) )