Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 48 Rush to Rescue
"I have seen clearly that the Ghost Horse Owl in Wang County, the Jiashan Bandits in Xuping County, and the Fire Knife Village in Tanggu County not only have several core groups of people, but also have gathered a dozen desperate evil cultivators who came out of nowhere to strengthen their momentum. There should be only one cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, and that is the leader of the Ghost Horse Owl, Zhao Gu."

The second patriarch of the Lu family was named Zhen. His fighting skills were not very high, but he had a relatively good ability to conceal his breath. He volunteered to run around the periphery of the Ye family's formation and found out a lot about the lineup of the evil cultivators who had been entangled along the way.

Guima Xiao and Huodao Zhai are both notorious bandits. Jiashan Bandits are not well-known, but as they are entangled with the first two, they are definitely not good people either.

Kang Dabao's face darkened when he heard this, and he immediately wanted to retreat, but he was afraid that as Pei Yi said, a mere Ye family could not feed these evil thieves! If he retreated to the sect, he would be defeated one by one.

"Otherwise, let the third brother send the kids to the Lu family first, and then come over to help?" Yuan Jin also felt that the chances of winning were too slim.

"Let's go to the stronghold first to rescue the mortals of the Ye family and see if we can lure a few of them over." Kang Dabao shook his head, rejected Yuan Jin's idea, and led everyone into the Ye family stronghold.

At this time, the last resistance force of the Ye family was in a desperate situation.

The spear formation had long been broken down, and under the whisk of the middle-aged monk, even the bravest man would be cut like straw.

Some people fled cowardly, some continued to fight tenaciously with the soldiers in front of them, but it seemed that it didn't matter anymore.

The black-armored army was getting closer and closer, and the Ye family's ancestral hall seemed to be bitten to pieces by a black-armored giant beast with its mouth wide open.

The member of the Ye family who commanded the Ten Ox Crossbows had one eye blinded by a stray arrow. Despite the severe pain, he still shouted to his tribesmen to reload the crossbows, but received no response.

Turning around, he saw that a black-armored warrior who had broken through the army formation had neatly chopped down the last of his fellow tribesmen.

He roared in rage, picked up the pickaxe on the ground, whose original owner he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and went forward to fight.

The black-armored warrior grabbed the arrow shaft hanging on his eyeball with one hand, and with a wild laugh on his ferocious face, he twisted and pulled it back with force.

When the arrow head with a black and white ball was pulled out, the wild laughter on the black-armored warrior's face immediately turned into astonishment. This young member of the Ye family did not even cry out in pain. The mattock in his hand was raised high, and it gradually got closer and closer to him, so close that it had already chiseled open his solid visor, and then so close that it easily pierced his forehead.

The young member of the Ye family did not stop and dug head-on into the oncoming sea of ​​soldiers, his mattock stained with red and white raised again and again until its new owner was completely submerged by the ocean.

"This group of killers finally won!" The white-robed monk holding a small banner with strong black light gathered with the middle-aged monk. Looking at the resistance formations being separated and chopped up, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

The middle-aged cultivator glanced at him without saying anything. Those who died were all mortal servants raised by their Fire Knife Village, but the magic cultivators of you Guima Xiao made a lot of money. It was just because Zhao Gu was in the late stage of Qi training. What a piece of shit.

Fortunately, the wealth and the boy had stated in advance that they were their own family's earnings. As for the Jiashan bandits, there was only one of them in the middle stage of Qi training. It was lucky for them to have leftovers to eat. How dare they object?

As for those scattered evil cultivators, some of them can't even get a first-level magic weapon. They can just share some of the soup after the three families finish eating.

If there weren't still three other families in Jackdaw Mountain waiting to be dealt with, why would we need to care about the thoughts of this mob?
The world is really getting worse and worse, but it’s better to be worse. The village chief is right, if the world is not bad, how can our life be good?

The middle-aged monk was thinking this when he suddenly felt a hint of warmth on his face. He looked sideways and saw that the monk in white who had just stood shoulder to shoulder with him had had his head smashed by a short and strong man.

"Zhongming Sect's Yuan Jin!" The middle-aged monk was so frightened that he quickly retreated into the formation of armored soldiers.

How could an ordinary soldier stop Yuan Jin, a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training? The middle-aged cultivator was forced to cry out in pain by Yuan Jin's attack. He wanted to go back to the outside of the Ye family formation to seek help, but he was afraid that his spine would be broken by Yuan Jin's punch when he turned his back.

His abilities were limited, otherwise he wouldn't have come with the young boy who had just joined the Ghost Horse Owl to deal with the mortals of the Ye family. At this time, the whisk in his hand was dancing wildly, and he made mistakes in the spiritual spells several times but had no time to care, just hoping to save his life under Yuan Jin's fist.

Relying on some loyal relatives, Yuan Jin was held back for a while. After taking a short breath, the middle-aged monk wanted to run away again.

But on second thought, if he left and brought reinforcements back, most of the Black Tiger Camp would be killed by Yuan Jin, that vicious man. Among them were many clansmen of the village chiefs and leaders, so he would be badly injured if he didn't die!
After thinking about it, he waved his hand to the forty or fifty soldiers on the outer layer, "Ride a horse to tell the village chief to come to our aid as soon as possible!"

How could Yuan Jin do as he wished? The black boxing gloves in his hands emitted black light, and the soldiers nearby fell down one after another.

After waving away the swarm of flies in front of him, he quickly ran to the outer layer, wanting to kill all the messengers targeted by the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged cultivator subconsciously raised his whisk to block, but was unexpectedly caught by Yuan Jin. With a strong pull of both hands, the hundreds of silver threads that had just easily strangled two martial masters and countless elite soldiers were easily broken to the ground.

"Everyone go! Everyone go and report the news!" The middle-aged monk didn't care about the precious magic weapon, nor did he care about the life or death of the messenger.

He was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly, his hair was scattered, and his hair was stuck to the sweat pouring down his forehead, and he no longer looked like a master.

Yuan Jin rushed into the group of soldiers and killed them indiscriminately, but a few still escaped and rode away on horses, making Yuan Jin even more furious. He threw several punches at the middle-aged monk, each of which was fatal.

The battle didn't last long. The Ye Family Stronghold was not far from the Hengshan Ye Family's magic formation. The evil cultivators on the other side heard the news of the fight between the middle-aged cultivator and Yuan Jin and had already used their magic tools to rush to help. The middle-aged cultivator was delighted. Fighting with others is actually a delicate job. Before the desperate groups came, they had already carefully collected information about the four cultivators of Jackdaw Mountain and studied it carefully.

The middle-aged cultivator secretly thought that Yuan Jin's ability must have been exaggerated by the leader. Otherwise, considering his legendary reputation as a demon-like ape, how could he, a cultivator of the fourth level of Qi training, have persisted until now?

After I gradually recovered from the shock of the sudden attack, I even felt that I was able to fight it with ease.

Has my recent practice made progress? As expected, practicing with concentration is the right path. I should go to Yuanyang Hall less often. Judging from this, I may be able to establish my foundation soon.

The reinforcements were getting closer and closer, so close that the middle-aged monk could see clearly that the one leading them was the leader of his own Fire Knife Village. Thinking of this, there was a hint of satisfaction on his face as he looked at Yuan Jin.

"See how Naigong entertains you later!"

The next moment he saw Yuan Jin turned around and glanced behind him, and when he turned around, the corners of his mouth actually raised slightly.

"Why is this bastard laughing? This is bad." The middle-aged monk didn't have time to think about it, as a black light instantly filled his eyes.

"Phew! It's so hard to act for this stupid thief!" Yuan Jin shook off the blood and flesh on his boxing gloves, grinned, and showed his white teeth to the evil cultivators who came to help.

"Looking for death!" The leader of the Fire Knife Village shouted. How could he not be angry when he saw his men's heads being smashed by Yuan Jin's punch at such a close distance!
A ghost-head knife rolled up black wind, carrying a sharp golden aura, and slashed towards Yuan Jin. Before the blade arrived, several deep marks were imprinted on the ground soaked with black blood.

The seven or eight minions behind the Fire Blade Village leader were not as fast as him, but they followed closely. Yuan Jin had no intention of confronting him head-on, so he turned his back and walked away.

The leader of Huodao Village kept chasing after him, when suddenly a fat man jumped out in front of him to meet Yuan Jin. The leader of Huodao Village took a quick glance and recognized the man.

"Master Chongming, at the fourth level of Qi training, is good at bullying women, and will take revenge for any slight, and his methods are sparse."

Without thinking, the ghost-head knife continued to fly as usual to take Yuan Jin's life, and then he took out a low-grade flying sword, intending to stop the person from coming and then turn around to deal with him.

Seeing that Kang Dabao didn't care about using the Broken Army Hammer to block the flying sword, the leader of the Fire Knife Village casually took out a low-grade shield-shaped magic weapon to protect himself, and wielded the Ghost Head Knife quickly, chopping it down towards Yuan Jin's head.

At this time, Yuan Jin stopped to fight, and threw out with both fists, knocking the ghost-head knife away. He was hit hard and flew back into the air. Before the leader of the Fire Knife Village could change his spiritual spell again, a golden light came from his side. He did not panic, but stretched out his hand and pointed, and the shield-shaped magic weapon swelled up in the wind.

"Crack", the shield-shaped magic weapon broke in just a moment. Before the Fire Knife Village leader could scream, a ray of golden light passed through his mouth full of rotten teeth and opened a hole as big as a head in the back of his head.

"Heh." Yuan Jin smiled lightly, and without being polite to Kang Dabao, he happily picked up the storage bag of the Fire Knife Village leader and hung it around his waist.

Then he turned around and looked at the few minions who followed him, and his expression was like an old farmer who saw the rice ripen.

There were only nine monks coming to help, and none of them were from the Fire Knife Village. When they saw the leader of the Fire Knife Village die so easily on the spot, more than half of their fighting spirit disappeared.

"Kill!" Pei Yi and Lu Zhen rushed out from their hiding place with two Lu family cultivators. Bright light shot out from the darkness and pierced through two of them. The evil cultivators were immediately terrified and immediately scattered, with most of them fleeing!

How could he escape? Pei Yi and Yuan Jin each faced off against a fifth-level Qi training cultivator who dared to resist, and they had the upper hand.

Kang Dabao and Lu Zhen took two Lu family cultivators and worked in pairs to fight the remaining Qi training cultivators in the early stage who were fighting on their own. They killed four of them in just a few moments.

The evil cultivator was so frightened that he almost cried loudly with tears streaming down his face while running for his life.

Things turned around so quickly. One second they were so arrogant, shouting and killing Yuan Jin, but in the blink of an eye they fell into this state.

"What a pleasure!" As Yuan Jin punched the bearded man in front of him in the heart through his inner armor, the situation between the two warring parties became completely clear.

Even though there was still a female cultivator with a ghost face who was struggling to hold on under Pei Yi's several highly-developed wood spells, the cunning Lu family cultivator next to them had already begun to secretly pick up the storage bags.

"Bang." Kang Dabao found a flaw and smashed the ghost-faced female cultivator to pieces with a hammer from behind. The flesh and blood of the female cultivator was mixed with the mortals on the ground, and it was impossible to tell who was more noble.

He casually threw the female cultivator's storage bag to Pei Yi, and turned to ask the somewhat embarrassed Second Patriarch Lu: "Are there still thirty people outside the Ye family formation?"

　I just got home. Today I helped to revise the materials of a certain committee in the company. It was more tiring than driving screws. The second chapter will be a little late. Please forgive me, brothers.
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