Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 257 Little Female Ghost Azi: Thanks for the invitation, I narrowly escaped death from the bat's jaws.

Abbess Miejue also came over upon hearing the commotion, coldly scrutinizing the two of them:

"who are you?"

Why are you here?

Zhang Wuji quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Junior Zeng Aniu, this is Miss Zhu'er, we are just passing by."

He spoke with utmost sincerity, but Ding Minjun, standing to the side, sneered and whispered in Abbess Miejue's ear:
"Master, these two are demonic members of the evil sect."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Li coldly snorted, his eyes flashed coldly, and with a light step, he instantly lunged forward, aiming a palm strike straight for Ding Minjun's throat.

This palm strike came quickly and fiercely. If Abbess Miejue hadn't reacted so quickly, Ding Minjun would probably have been killed on the spot.

With a flick of her sleeve, Abbess Miejue drew her Heaven-Slaying Sword, its cold light flashing as it hurtled towards Yin Li.

Yin Li was no match for her and was subdued in a few moves. With a flick of her wrist, she was restrained by Abbess Miejue.

When Zhang Wuji saw Yin Li being captured, he was extremely anxious and was about to rush forward to rescue her.

Just then, his body seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and he was lifted into the air, flying directly in front of Roger.

"boom!"

Roger grabbed him and lifted him up like a chick.

Upon seeing this, Abbess Miejue's eyes flashed with shock: "Master Luo, what a skill you have in capturing dragons and controlling cranes!"

In the martial arts world, even if one masters skills like Dragon Capture and Crane Control to a high level, one can still grab objects from mid-air, but at most, one can only capture enemies and seize their weapons from a distance of four or five feet.

Roger was dozens of feet away from Zhang Wuji, yet he was able to capture him with a single wave of his hand.

His martial arts skills were so high that they were truly beyond comprehension.

Roger simply laughed and said, "Not at all, it's just some crude tricks."

What I'm doing is hardly the kind of dragon-capturing and crane-controlling technique I'm talking about.
This is clearly telekinesis.

Zhang Wuji was being held up by Roger with one hand, unable to move, his face turning red from holding his breath.

He struggled a few times, only to find that he could barely speak, and he was filled with horror:

What kind of martial arts is this?
Without applying pressure points, he was rendered unable to move or speak.

This is truly unheard of.

Ding Minjun pressed her advantage, suggesting, "Master, these two remnants of the demonic sect cannot be allowed to live. We should kill them on the spot to set an example."

Roger smiled faintly upon hearing this and said:

"I see that this young man's internal energy is pure and masculine, unlike someone from the Demonic Sect."

"It would be better to ask first and then make a decision."

Abbess Miejue nodded slightly and turned to look at Zhang Wuji:

"What's your name?"

"Who is Master?"

Zhang Wuji felt a relief in his chest, and his ability to move was restored. He quickly replied:

"My name is Zeng Aniu, and my master is just an unknown bodyguard in a small rural town..."

His eyes flickered and his tone was somewhat hesitant as he spoke.

Who was Abbess Miejue?

She could tell he was lying at a glance, and she originally wanted to press him for an answer.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose in the distance.

Everyone turned around and saw a man in a white robe with blue stripes rushing into the camp.

The man moved with incredible speed, like a bat soaring through the air.

Before the Emei disciples could react, they were sent flying by his palm strike.

He grabbed Ah Zi, who was hiding in a corner watching the commotion, and turned to run away.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly stepped forward to try to stop them.

However, with just a gentle flick of her palm, Zhou Zhiruo was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King!"

Master Miejue was shocked and drew her sword again.

Roger also saw Azi being held hostage by Wei Yixiao, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The next moment, Wei Yixiao, who was using his lightness skill to leap over the sand dunes, suddenly froze, as if he had crashed into an invisible glass wall.

Immediately afterwards, he fell straight down from the sky, crashing onto the sand with a dull thud. Roger casually flicked his wrist, and Wei Yixiao's body flew over instantly.

Roger showed no mercy and threw a heavy punch.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Wei Yixiao's chest exploded on the spot, blood splattered everywhere, and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, lifeless.

There was silence.

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth wide and almost bit off his tongue.

Zhou Zhiruo clutched her chest and slowly got up, her face full of shock.

Abbess Miejue gave Roger a deep look, then clasped her hands together and said, "Great Hero Luo is indeed a man of great hidden talent."

Roger waved his hand and said modestly, "Just lucky, just lucky."

As he spoke, he casually pressed a few acupoints on Zhang Wuji and tossed them to the Emei disciples beside him.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away."

Roger walked over to Azi, lifted her up from the ground, and tapped her on the head:
"Speak."

Azi felt her throat relax and her voice finally returned.

But she was a little dazed at the moment, staring blankly at Wei Yixiao's corpse, her lips trembling slightly.

She almost became Batman's dinner just now.

She murmured, "That...that's the Blue-Winged Bat King?"

Roger nodded: "That's right, you almost got drained of your blood."

Azi swallowed hard, her face pale.

She came from the Xingxiu Sect, so she had naturally heard of Wei Yixiao's infamous reputation.

Roger smirked: "Aren't you going to thank me already?"

Upon hearing this, Azi remained silent for a few seconds before finally whispering, "Thank you."

Roger laughed and said, "That's more like it."

Azi: "..."

She really doesn't dare to be stubborn anymore.

At this moment, Abbess Miejue had already begun treating the wounded with her disciples.

Zhou Zhiruo's face was pale and her lips were purple, clearly indicating that she had suffered serious internal injuries.

Abbess Miejue frowned and used her internal energy to heal her injuries.

"Zhiruo was injured by the Cold Ice Palm, and the cold air entered her body."

"My Emei Nine Yang Skill can cure this, but..."

She glanced around and saw that many other disciples had also suffered the same injuries.

If she were to treat them one by one, she would probably exhaust most of her internal energy.

The upcoming battle at Bright Peak will be the time when we need to go all out.

Saving someone at this time would deplete one's inner strength, which is absolutely unacceptable.

So she made a decision: "I'll postpone treatment until I get back to the mountain."

Not far away, Zhang Wuji, who was bound, also noticed that many Emei disciples were being affected by the cold air entering their bodies.

He hesitated, unsure whether he should make a move.

Just as he hesitated, a voice suddenly rang out: "Let me do it."

Everyone turned around and saw Roger walking slowly towards them.

Abbess Miejue frowned: "Master Luo, you must not waste your own internal energy."

Roger laughed and said, "It's just a minor ailment."

He stepped forward, helped Zhou Zhiruo up, placed one hand on her back, and slowly circulated his inner energy.

In an instant, Zhou Zhiruo felt a scalding heat flow from her back.

This true energy was not as gentle as the Emei Nine Yang Skill; instead, it was extremely domineering, sweeping through the limbs and bones in an instant.

The cold, stiff meridians in Zhou Zhiruo's body were washed away by this heat, and in just one breath, the coldness disappeared completely.

She opened her eyes, her face regained its color, and she felt refreshed.

(End of this chapter)