"Senior brother, wait for me."

As soon as he came out of the trading place, Zhang Gongling saw Zimo who was about to fly away, and he hurriedly shouted.

"What are you doing here?"

Zimo glanced back at Zhang Gongling, a little surprised, knowing that the four people of the Xuanming Sect would be unfavorable to him, he still followed him, I really don't know if he was stupid or couldn't tell the situation.

As soon as the monks in the trade fair hall saw that Zimo had left, some of them followed out with the intention of watching the play, and some people had some other thoughts, after all, the dragon ribbon can make many people take risks, but when they thought of the huge power of the Xuanming Sect, they stayed in mid-air and struggled for a while before turning around and leaving, after all, they couldn't afford to provoke the Xuanming Sect, and it seemed that the four people of the Xuanming Sect would be cheaper this time.

"I brought my senior brother here, so naturally I want to leave with my senior brother."

Zhang Gongling smiled and said, in fact, he was also a little scared in his heart, because his strength was low, if the four people of the Xuanming Sect were looking for trouble, he would inevitably be implicated.

"In that case, let's go."

Seeing that Zhang Kongling's face showed a little struggle, but he still followed, Zimo's heart was also a little moved, after all, not everyone can do this, people in the cultivation realm are always selfish, and there are really not many monks like Zhang Kongling.

Feeling the breath of the four people of the Xuanming Sect not far away, the corners of Zimo's mouth showed a subtle smile, if they followed, they just inquired about the news of their sister, and they were worried about how to ask them.

Zimo pretended not to find the four people, and Zhang Gongling galloped towards the outside of Xiaowan Town.

After flying for about a stick of incense, Zimo deliberately slowed down, waiting for the people of the Xuanming Sect to catch up with him, and this was in a jungle, and there was no breath of other monks around.

"Senior brother, why don't you leave?"

Zhang Gongling saw Zimo suddenly stop, and said in some surprise.

"Wait for someone."

Zimo smiled slightly and looked at the left rear, which was the direction from which the people of the Xuanming Sect came from.

"Waiting for whom? Could it be that my brother still has friends nearby? ”

As soon as Zhang Gongling heard that this senior brother was actually waiting for someone, if this was the case, with a helper, he would not be afraid of the four people of the Xuanming Sect.

"You'll know right away, and what I want to know is, why didn't you leave alone?"

glanced at Zhang Gongling with a smile, and then Zimo put his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"After all, I brought my senior brother here, and if something happens to my senior brother, I can't get over it."

Zhang Gongling scratched his head, looking a little apologetic, if he hadn't invited his senior brother over, he wouldn't have encountered this matter.

Nodding, Zimo didn't say anything, because he saw that the four people of the Xuanming Sect were finally catching up not far away.

"Why didn't you kid run away?"

The person at the head was Meng Zhiscale, and when he saw Zimo staying in mid-air, as if waiting for them, he said with some ill will.

"He must be scared, he dares to refuse our deal, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

The monk of the late stage of Daoji showed a trace of disdain on his face and spoke.

"Why don't I run away, isn't it obvious, I'm waiting for you."

Zimo took two steps forward in the air, just in front of Zhang Gongling.

"It's okay, bring the dragon ribbon, if you agreed to the deal before, you can still get a lot of benefits, now, it's too late."

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Meng Zhiscale's mouth, and the three people behind him also had a tacit understanding of surrounding Zimo and the two in the middle.

"I think you misunderstood, I'm waiting for you here to ask you something, not to make a deal with you."

Zimo was not afraid of their movements, and said flatly.

"You don't seem to understand the current situation and want to bargain with us."

A flying sword appeared in one of the female cultivators' hands, and she said coldly.

"Senior brother said okay, the dragon ribbon is for me, and when I go back, I will ask my father to give you a few kind words in front of the sect master, and leave a place for you today."

The monk in the late stage of Daoji spoke loudly, it seemed that Zimo was already a trapped beast, and it was a matter of time before he was killed, it was no wonder, after all, Zimo and the two were both in the early stage of concentrating, and their side had an absolute advantage.

"Then Senior Brother, thank you Senior Brother first, and let's talk about it before I kill this person, maybe he has other good things on him."

Meng Zhi's scales are also a magic weapon, ready to go.

"We are the people of the Sword Sect, do you want to cause a great war between the two sects?"

Zhang Gongling didn't expect that this senior brother was actually waiting for someone from the Xuanming Sect, and he didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, how could the two of them beat the four of them, there was a chance to run away just now, but it was difficult to run now, so he could only move out of the name of the Sword Sect, hoping that they would retreat in the face of the difficulty.

"Sword Sect? I will kill you, who knows that we did it, besides, how could the Sword Sect start a war with our Xuanyin Sect for the sake of two early stage cultivators, do you think you are Yin Changsheng or Jiang Baiyue? ”

Meng Zhilu seemed to have heard a big joke, but this also strengthened his determination to kill the two of them, he didn't want to cause more trouble.

"You..."

Zhang Kongling's face was ugly when he heard this, he didn't expect these people to be so frustrated, he also knew that this matter could not be good, so he took out an ordinary magic weapon and stood with Zimo.

"You call me Senior Brother, I can't let you shout in vain, Senior Brother, you said that the four of them are in their hands, whose magic weapon do you like the most?"

Zimo glanced at Zhang Gongling and said such a sentence inexplicably.

"This..."

Zhang Gongling didn't know what this senior brother meant by this, he subconsciously looked around.

"That!"

He pointed to the disciple of the Xuanming Sect who had the lowest cultivation, and then he reacted, it was all at this time, how could he be messing around with this senior brother.

"Good!"

As soon as Zimo's voice fell, the figure of the whole person slowly faded, and the faces of the four people of the Xuanming Sect changed, but they didn't expect that at this time, this person dared to take the lead, and several people waved a vitality at the same time, and hit Zimo's figure.

But as soon as their attack fell, they found that Zimo had disappeared, Meng Zhilu remembered Zimo's words just now, and his face changed, "Little junior brother, sacrifice the magic weapon of defense!" ”

When the monk in the late stage of Daoji heard this, he hurriedly took out two magic weapons to protect in front of him, but after three breaths, he was not attacked, but he didn't dare to relax any of them, and looked around nervously.

When several people were looking for Zimo's figure, a miserable scream suddenly came, it was not the monk from the late stage of Daoji, but the female cultivator.

She covered her throat with one hand, and the magic weapon in the other hand fell from the sky, "Teacher... Brother... Save..."

But she only said these few words, and she couldn't make any sound anymore, and the corpse fell quickly from the sky, and behind her was Zimo holding the Waning Moon Falling Star Sword, with a cold face.

From the time Zimo's voice fell to the time when the female cultivator died, there was only less than ten breaths before and after.

Zhang Gongling looked at Zimo, his eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't know how this senior brother did it, he just saw Zimo's figure disappear, and then the female cultivator of the Xuanming Sect was killed.

"You're looking for death!"

Meng Zhilu caused his junior sister to die tragically because of his own judgment error, he shouted angrily, and his figure flew towards Zimo in a flash, and the flying sword in his hand changed one after another, and a sword qi about one meter wide emitted from the sword body and slashed towards Zimo's chest.

Zimo snorted coldly, the killing sword flew out of his body to meet the man's sword qi, and his body flashed and disappeared, and the face of another monk in the contemplation period changed, and he hurriedly sacrificed a cyan shield in front of him.

He was already afraid, where is this person a lamb to be slaughtered, but a tiger coming down the mountain, this is no longer kicked to the iron plate, this is kicked to the magic weapon, he just sacrificed the magic weapon, he heard a pop, the magic weapon in front of him cracked like paper paste, and a silver-white flying sword stabbed into his chest.

"Red Gold Glass!"

He let out a loud cry, and a round magic weapon appeared on his chest, like a bronze mirror, just above the tip of Zimo's sword, only to hear "Bang! With a bang, although the man blocked Zimo's attack, he was directly knocked away by the huge force and crashed into a big tree.

"Poof!"

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was full of fear.

"This person must have hidden his cultivation, this is not the contemplation period, this is the spirit infant stage, this is definitely the spirit infant stage!"

When he thought of this, he no longer had the will to fight, he just wanted to flee quickly, and if he didn't leave, he would die here.

But as soon as he wanted to turn around and escape, a gray-black flying sword fell from the top of his head, it was the Bing Xie Soul Sealing Sword, he only had time to swing the magic weapon to resist, the whole person was bombarded to the ground, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, the whole person was pale, only felt pain all over his body, and no longer had the strength.

"Senior brother, watch him."

Zimo turned his head and said to the stunned Zhang Gongling, he himself flashed again, and killed towards the scales of Na Meng.