Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 499 Chasing Troops
The Peng bird is a domesticated demon bird. Although it has a sixth-grade bloodline, it has long lost its former demonic nature.

Instead, it was reborn as an ordinary bird.

However, it is a magnificent creature with a wingspan of over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), capable of carrying thousands of kilograms of weight and soaring into the sky, making it an excellent transport vehicle.

"call……"

Its giant wings flapped, stirring up a gust of wind.

With a flap of its wings, it covered a distance of about a mile, and the lights of the fishing boats scattered on the sea below swept past.

The roc has a bamboo basket on its back, but now the basket contains six people instead of goods.

"head."

One person spoke in a muffled voice:
"Is it worth making this long trip just because of a casual remark the young master made a year ago?"

"What do you know?" The man he addressed as 'boss' had rugged features and said in a deep voice:

“The man surnamed Zhu ruined the young master’s plans back then, and he deserved to die. We cannot let him get away with it.”

"What's more..."

He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and a greedy glint appeared in his eyes:
"This person is a seventh-grade weapon refiner, and he has only shown the methods of a seventh-grade master. He may be even stronger."

"Isn't a seventh-grade or even sixth-grade weapon refiner worth the trip?"

The young master's instructions from a year ago have probably been forgotten long ago; it doesn't matter whether we do them or not.

There are other benefits to doing this now.

"A seventh-grade weapon refiner?" One person gasped in astonishment.
"Isn't he a wealthy cloth merchant from a small town? Where did he learn his weapon-forging skills?"

"This has nothing to do with us." Another person was sharpening his knife.

"Catch him, sell him to any company, and you'll make a fortune. That's a good deal."

"Head of the Fifth Rank, what is this person's cultivation level?"

"Eighth rank." Wu Tou shrugged.

"A year ago, we were at the middle rank of the eighth grade; now we might be at the upper rank of the eighth grade. It doesn't make much difference to us."

"Just be careful of the spiritual energy and divine weapons on his body."

A seventh- or sixth-grade weapon refiner will definitely possess a divine weapon of vital energy, and likely more than one.

Upon hearing this, the group showed no fear, but instead appeared excited.

A mere eighth-rank martial artist, and likely not skilled in combat, any one of the six could easily defeat him.

"A divine weapon of qi and blood?"

The youngest person was breathing rapidly:

"A weapon refiner is a treasure trove, so naturally one cannot miss such an opportunity. No wonder the leader is in such a hurry."

"Humph!"

Wu Tou snorted coldly:

"This person rented a place on Fire Ape Island. His monthly lease was due to expire in a few days, but unexpectedly he did not cancel the lease and quietly left ahead of time."

"If I hadn't arranged for people to check on him every day, by the time I discovered something was wrong, he would probably have already escaped."

"Now……"

He can't escape!

With a light step, an invisible force burst forth, causing the roc beneath its feet to cry out in pain, and its speed increased once again.

"Wow!"

The whistling sound echoed in the sky, swept across the vast sea, and rushed into the mountains.

As time passed, a hazy halo gradually appeared on the horizon, and the night was slowly replaced by the dawn.

"Squeak..."

A creature resembling a hamster crawled out of the cloth bag around Wu Tou's waist, making continuous noises.

"Finally caught up."

Wu Tou let out a long sigh, his tense expression slowly relaxing, and he lightly touched the roc with one hand:
"Go down!"

"call……"

The roc lowers its head and flaps its wings.

It hurtled downwards like an arrow released from a bow, and a tiny figure on the mountain path gradually became clearer.

Zhu Ju!

He seemed to realize something was wrong, paused, looked up, and then turned and rushed into the dense forest to the side.

"Still want to escape?"

Wu Tou snorted coldly:

"Go down, but remember not to kill him."

"rest assured!"

The boy holding the long staff leaped up and landed from a height of more than ten feet without raising a cloud of dust.

"Weapon refiners are precious; how could we possibly harm them?"

"Shh!"

He lightly swung his long staff, and with a light step, he rushed into the dense forest, with the others following suit.

"Mr. Zhu."

Wu Tou moved unhurriedly into the dense forest, saying, "We mean no harm, we just want to ask you to return to the island. It would be a pity to waste your exquisite weapon-forging skills."

The six people moved swiftly, quickly spreading out like a giant net to completely surround the figure in front.

"Still trying to escape?"

A man wielding a long knife approached, uttering a low growl:
"Stay!"

The person who made the move was full of vigor and strength, and clearly possessed a martial arts cultivation level of the seventh rank.

Such strength is nothing special on Lianshan Island, but in a small place like Fucheng, it is already considered a master.

"boom!"

suddenly.

A burst of flames suddenly erupted, the intense heat capable of melting even a hundred-times-forged steel blade.

Fire-Separating Spell!
"Spell!"

Wu Tou's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted:
"Be careful, he also practices magic!"

However, his cries came too late; the flames, like maggots clinging to bones, landed on the figure that lunged at him.

"what!"

The screams lasted only a moment before abruptly ceasing, as the flames dissipated, leaving only a pile of bones on the spot.

"Fourth brother!"

The young man wielding the stick glared angrily and roared:

"I kill you!"

Feng nodded!
The long staff in his hand was actually a divine weapon imbued with qi and blood; with a flick forward, countless staff shadows fell from the sky.

Rank 7, Upper Grade!
Although he is young, his cultivation level is not low, and his martial arts talent is the strongest among the six.

"Cultivating both martial arts and magic is truly no easy feat; powerful qi and blood can suppress the execution of spells."

Zhu Ju's mind raced, and he suddenly raised both hands.

Ten fingers pierced through the shadows of the sticks, like plucking a string on a musical instrument, their fingertips unleashing tremendous force as they collided with the sticks.

"Peng!"

"Boom..."

Amidst the mingling of figures, the young man's eyes were filled with confusion. He touched his throat and slowly collapsed to the ground.

It was already lifeless after landing.

dead!
In that brief exchange, his throat was shattered by Zhu Ju's finger strike.

"Sixth!"

"Sixth brother!"

"..."

The crowd roared in grief, a sense of sorrow and anger rising within them.

The remaining four glared angrily at Zhu Ju. If looks could kill, he would probably be riddled with holes by now.

"it is good!"

Five steel teeth clenched tightly:

"I misjudged you; I never imagined you were a master of both martial arts and magic."

"I was hoping to make a fortune..."

"Since you killed the fourth and sixth brothers, there's nothing more to say. All of you, charge!"

Now, this is no longer a business transaction, but a life-or-death struggle.

"Shh!"

The man wielding the short spear struck first, his blood surging and his strength roaring, the tip of the spear gleaming with a cold light.

The sharp energy swirled in all directions, scattering weeds and splashing dirt, while the oppressive force landed on them first.

Rank 6!

Although it was only a lower sixth rank, it was a genuine sixth rank.

The seventh rank is considered ordinary, while the sixth rank is considered superior.

A sixth-rank martial artist's blood and qi can already take on a tangible form, and can, to a certain extent, draw upon the power of heaven and earth.

This attack, fueled by resentment, caused Zhu Ju's expression to harden.

Giant spirit magic!

Zhennantian!
His blood and qi surged, his body suddenly swelled, and he seemed to grow a foot taller in an instant, as he swung his fist fiercely to meet the incoming short spear.

"when……"

The fists and spears clashed, producing a sound like metal striking metal.

"puff!"

The man wielding the short spear coughed up blood and staggered backward, his face filled with astonishment, shouting:

"careful!"

"He was born with superhuman strength, and his skin was as tough as copper!"

(End of this chapter)