"It turned out to be Chu Daoyou."

"For the sake of Daoyou, Daoyou Chu can leave here with your people."

The voice continued, and it seemed that he was really persuaded by Chu Shuang.

However, Chu Shuang knew that it was not so simple, and the other party's words were emphasizing the three words "your people".

Here, the only people who can be regarded as belonging to her are Li Xinwan and Song Hang.

It means that this person is not ready to let the rest of the people go at all.

And Boss Qian obviously understood the meaning of the words, and the muscles on his face tensed, trying to maintain the stability of his voice.

"This immortal elder, I am willing to leave half of the goods here, I only hope that you can raise your noble hand and let us go."

Boss Qian has been traveling south and north for many years, not to mention anything else, but he still has eyesight.

Looking at Chu Shuang's vigilant appearance, he knew that it was not easy for someone to come, and it could not be that even Chu Shuang and the three of them could not deal with it.

In this case, there is no need to dwell on the issue of goods.

Giving up the small to protect the big, Boss Qian quickly made a decision.

"Huh."

"But I wasn't ready to ask for your goods in the first place."

It's for them.

This made Boss Qian's face pale instantly, he clenched his fists, and looked at Chu Shuang's eyes trembling.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but heard Song Hang speak.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, shameless villain, dare you come out and fight."

Don't be too arrogant.

He took out his sword, pointed upwards, and even more provocatively sent out a sword qi to fly into the sky.

This process was very fast, and Chu Shuang didn't have time to stop it at all.

The secret voice is not good, the whole body is tense, and the spiritual power is swimming, ready to fight.

"Huh!"

There was silence in the sky for a while, and then cold laughter surged from all directions like a tide, echoing in the canyon, piercing people's eardrums.

"Just juniors, toast and don't eat and drink, look for death!"

Like a monstrous rage, a lot of rubble suddenly fell on the sky.

Gravel carries the power of thunder, and it is simply not something that mortals can stop.

Chu Shuang pinched the trick again, and after setting up a small defensive formation, he threw up the whip in his hand.

"You are all in the formation, don't come out."

She snorted, her body soaring into the air, whipping the gravel into powder in the air like a swimming dragon.

Spiritual power stirred in the air, and the sound of crashing was endless.

The scattered small stones fell on the formation and were dissolved by an invisible force.

Li Xinwan and Song Hang were also helping, and as soon as these three people made a move, their momentum condensed together, and they were forced to go back.

Chu Shuang moved in mid-air, his eyes were sharp, and the whip was even more accurate to find the other party's hiding place and whip it over.

I didn't hit, but I forced people out.

It was a young man with a face as white as paper, with no blood on his face, and a gray aura in his pale skin, like a dying man.

"Okay, you're so good!"

The young man glared at Chu Shuang, as if he was a little impatient.

A bow appeared in his hand, his arm was forced, and a rune lit up on the bow, and the powerful spiritual power fluctuations locked the person, and the sharpness brought by it made Chu Shuang's pupils shrink.

When he didn't see the arrow, he drew his bow and shot, and the sound of breaking the air rose again.

Using spiritual power as arrows, the arrows turned into thousands on the way to the shot, which was bound to beat Chu Shuang and the others into a sieve.

"The great consummation in the later stage of foundation building."

Chu Shuang spit out this sentence, his expression was extremely solemn, his junior brother and sister were not this person's opponents.

If it is one-on-one, she may still have a chance to fight, but there are too many people behind her to protect, and she will definitely be restrained in the fight.

The cultivation of monks is not an algorithm where one plus one equals two, and a monk with a high cultivation can easily crush a bunch of monks with a low cultivation.

It's like this young man to them at this moment.

Even if there were three monks on their side, it would be difficult to get benefits in the hands of the other party.

The only way is to give up protecting the caravan, and she can leave safely with her junior brother and junior sister, and this is exactly the choice that the other party gave her at the beginning.

Obviously, the other party has long seen through himself.

"What are you afraid of, there are three of us, and he is one!"

Xu is newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and Song Hang was the first to move after seeing someone appear.

"Stop, come back!"

Song Hang's reckless action made Chu Shuang shout, but Song Hang was not obedient, but felt that he could try his strength.

He borrowed the cliffs on both sides to quickly take off, and after pulling a certain distance, Song Hang swung his sword at him.

Bai Fengque is an authentic sect in the end, although the background is not as good as those of those big sects, the sword moves that can be taught are also real.

The moves are not bells and whistles, and Jin Rui's spirit is obvious.

It is already rare for this kind of sword move to appear in a sect like Bai Fengque.

And this is a swordsmanship that can only be learned by the next head of Bai Fengque, and the master has already taught it to the junior brother?

Astonishment flashed from Chu Shuang's eyes, but he was more worried.

The little junior brother's swordsmanship only has a shape and no bones, and there is no problem in bullying those disciples in the sect, but outside, there are many existences that can crush him.

In the face of Song Hang's seemingly deadly attack, the young man had a leisurely and mocking smile on his face.

He didn't even play with Song Hang's mind, looking at the other party's eyes as if he was looking at a poor little mouse.

"Idiot, rubbish, garbage!"

This is the judgment he sent to Song Hang.

At this sound, Song Hang's eyes turned red, and regardless of the chill rising in his heart and the shouts of the senior sister below, he attacked again.

The result of his self-defeating behavior was that the young man suddenly increased his speed, and before Song Hang could catch the other party's figure, he was kicked in the chest.

Blood spurted in the air, and Song Hang's body fell uncontrollably.

He wanted to resist, but found that the spiritual power of his whole body seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't raise any strength at all.

And that youth came after him.

"No, don't!"

Song Hang shouted, and there was a strong remorse in his eyes that were occupied by horror.

A whip wrapped around Song Hang's waist and pulled him back to avoid the possibility of being kicked to death by the other party again.

Stuffing a pill into Song Hang's mouth, Chu Shuang looked at the young man who had fallen, and held the whip in his hand tightly.

"Senior, you have such a cultivation, why do you have to get along with a group of mortals?"

She asked tentatively.

This person wants to solve the money boss They are not too easy, and she doesn't feel that she can get any sense of accomplishment from it.

"Senpai?"

The young man smiled whimsily.

As they got closer, a strong smell of blood wafted from the other party's body.

That blood has been in the young man's body all year round, and as time passes, he has long been integrated with the other party.

The blood was pervasive, and Chu Shuang's face completely changed.

"Demon Cultivator!" The hoarse voice carried unspeakable desperation.

If it is a righteous monk, there may still be a chance to discuss a thing or two, and these demon cultivators never care about any agreed orders.

If you want to kill, you will kill.

That's how simple they are.

(End of chapter)