Wrath of the Immortal

"We have seen several liars like you before."

"If you are really an immortal, why do you still need this little money from us?"

"Get out, get out of here!"

"..."

These teenagers were not stupid either. When they heard the request for money, they all became furious.

Everyone picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the two of them.

The two left in embarrassment and arrived a few miles away, sighing depressedly.

"Master, it's hard to cheat money these days!"

The middle-aged man threw down the copper basin and sat down next to it.

"Hey! It's hard to have a hard time practicing!"

"If I didn't have money to buy Bigu Pills, would I need to make a living like this?"

"I don't know when he will come back and whether we can go back to Qiyun Sect again."

"..."

The old man sighed and looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with memories.

"Master, are you missing Brother Chen again?"

The middle-aged man was none other than Wang Shun, and he walked up to Zhou Pengcheng and said.

Wang Shun's appearance has changed a lot since then, and he looks to be in his forties.

Zhou Pengcheng has white hair, his life is approaching, and he is already in his twilight years.

If you cannot break through to the golden elixir stage within three years, you can only become immortal.

"If he were still alive, that bastard Xiong Zhankuang wouldn't dare go to Qi Yunzong and go on a killing spree."

Zhou Pengcheng took out the dry food from his arms and took a few bites depressedly.

"Brother Chen must have achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation. As long as he comes back, he will no longer have to live in hiding."

Wang Shun also misses Xiao Chen. He has had enough of this kind of life.

At this moment, streams of light came quickly from the sky.

This group of people was very fast and arrived at the two of them in a blink of an eye.

"Damn it, the dead man is coming, run quickly..."

Zhou Pengcheng threw down the rations, grabbed Wang Shun, and fled with his sword as if running for his life.

Xiong Zhan was furious when he learned that his godson Murong Fei had died in battle.

In order to kill all the people of Qi Yunzong, Xiong Zhankuang arranged for dead soldiers to hunt down them all over the world.

As long as they are caught, they will all be refined by Xiong Zhan Kuang and their souls will fly away.

"You two, don't run away!"

"Even if you have great abilities, you can never leave alive today."

"..."

The leader was named Zhao Guangming, who had cultivated in the false elixir period.

He is a descendant of the Zhao family. In order to improve his cultivation, he became Xiong Zhankuang's death warrior.

Over the years, no effort has been spared in order to exterminate the remnants of the Qi Yun Sect.

Anyone caught by him was beaten to death before they fell into the hands of Xiong Zhan Kuang.

"You want to kill us, but you don't have the ability yet."

Zhao Pengcheng snorted coldly and became a little faster.

Seeing that he was about to distance himself from Zhao Guangming, Zhao Guangming took out a talisman and stuck it on his leg.

Zhao Guangming's figure suddenly accelerated, and with a familiarity, he came to the front of the two people.

"You can't run away from this trash thing."

Zhao Guangming held out his magic weapon, suspended it in front of him, and looked at the two of them coldly.

His eyes were full of disdain, and it was obvious that he did not take Zhou Pengcheng and Wang Shun seriously.

At the same time, more than a dozen dead soldiers came behind Zhao Guangming.

These people's cultivation levels are not low, and they are all in the Dzogchen realm in the later stages of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Everyone held out their own flying swords, clasping their hands and pointing coldly at the two of them.

As long as Zhao Guangming gives the order, everyone will attack without hesitation.

"Do you know who I am?"

Seeing this situation, Zhou Pengcheng knew that he couldn't run away, so he simply snorted coldly.

"Aren't you Zhou Pengcheng of Qiyun Sect?"

"I brag everywhere that I have trained a super disciple like Xiao Chen."

"It's so shameless for you to brag even at such an age."

"..."

Zhao Guangming curled his lips and teased angrily.

"Now that you know it, don't let me go!"

"My apprentice is coming back soon. You all know how powerful he is."

"If you dare to be rude to me, Xiao Chen will kill you into pieces."

"..."

Zhao Pengcheng said sternly to Zhao Guangming and others with a straight face.

"What did you say? Cut me into pieces? Hahaha..."

Hearing this, Zhao Guangming couldn't help it and laughed.

The way he looked at Zhou Pengcheng changed, as if he was seeing Dasha.

"What? My apprentice Xiao Chen, can't I kill you?"

Zhao Pengcheng's face turned red and he shouted angrily at Zhao Guangming.

"I admit, that bitch Xiao Chen is really powerful."

"It's a pity that he died in a foreign country and can't come back."

"If he really comes back, will you leave Qiyun Sect and hide in Tibet?"

"..."

Zhao Guangming snorted coldly, his murderous aura surged throughout his body, and he walked towards Zhou Pengcheng step by step.

"Don't kill my master, come to me if you can!"

Wang Shun took an arrow step and stood in front of Zhao Guangming, saying without fear.

"Trash, get out of here!"

Zhao Guangming raised his foot and kicked Wang Shun away.

"Old guy, if you kneel down and call grandpa, I can let you live for two more days."

Zhao Guangming burst out laughing, his eyes like a cat playing with a mouse, wanting to slowly kill Zhou Pengcheng.

"You bastard, you're looking for death!"

Zhou Pengcheng was very concerned about face, how could he endure such humiliation.

He roared angrily, suddenly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and took out the magic weapon Flying Sword.

Zhou Pengcheng pinched the magic formula, and the flying sword turned into a stream of light and headed straight for Zhao Guangming.

"Old guy, since you are waiting to die, then I will help you."

Zhao Guangming snorted coldly, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly at the same time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Guangming controlled the magic weapon and attacked Zhou Pengcheng.

In mid-air, there was a clang sound, and Zhou Pengcheng's magic weapon was knocked away.

As a last resort, Zhou Pengcheng cast a spell and continued to attack Zhao Guangming.

The difference in their cultivation was too great. Not long after, Zhou Pengcheng was seriously injured and flew out.

After landing, Zhou Pengcheng spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale as paper.

Zhao Guangming's long sword, with unabated momentum, came in front of Zhou Pengcheng with a whistling sound.

The blade exuded a cold and cold light.

As long as Zhao Guangming's mind moved, Zhou Pengcheng would die under the sword.

"Let go of my master..."

Wang Shun dragged his injuries and ran over to block him.

"You guys, go kill him."

Zhao Guangming said to the dead soldiers behind him, and was about to control the magic weapon to kill Zhou Pengcheng.

The sword flashed, and in an instant, it came in front of Zhou Pengcheng.

Feeling the huge attack from the blade, Zhou Pengcheng closed his eyes and gave up resisting.

"If you don't want to die, stop..."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, echoing in everyone's ears.

The voice was not loud, but it was cold and ruthless, with a monstrous killing intent.

After hearing it, everyone felt a chill on their backs and trembled all over.

After a brief shock, everyone recovered and sent out their spiritual senses to sense the surroundings.

However, the result of the induction surprised Zhao Guangming.

There was no one within a thousand feet.

Zhao Guangming's face changed drastically. Even if he was stupid, he knew what was going on.

The speaker must be nearby, and his cultivation was extremely high.

Even if he sent out his spiritual sense, he could not find the other party's whereabouts.

Zhao Guangming was a fake Dan stage cultivator, and the other party must be a real Jindan stage.

Thinking that there were no Jindan stage cultivators in Qiyun Sect, Zhao Guangming was confused.

Who is this person? Why did he get involved in Qiyun Sect's mess?

"Senior, my master is in the Nascent Soul stage, please don't interfere."

"If you anger my master, not only will you die, but the sect behind you will also suffer."

"Please leave now and pretend you didn't see it."

"..."

Zhao Guangming's words were neither humble nor arrogant.

He didn't offend the other party, nor did he lose face.

After saying this, Zhao Guangming saw that the other party didn't answer, so he thought the other party had left.

Zhao Guangming turned around and controlled the long sword again, wanting to kill Zhou Pengcheng.

"Your master is Xiong Zhan Kuang!"

At this moment, the cold and ruthless voice echoed again.