Dark Immortal Cultivation

Inside the room, Zhang Qing couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

A sense of pride welled up inside him.

There are certainly instances where a cultivator in the early stages of Qi Refining successfully counter-kills a cultivator in the middle stages of Qi Refining in a direct confrontation.

But to win so decisively and without relying on external forces such as magical artifacts or talismans, it's probably hard to find many like that!

It should be noted that cultivators at the fourth level of Qi Refining can learn the "Spiritual Light Protection Technique," thereby overwhelming lower-level cultivators in terms of defense.

Zhang Qing used the "Blazing Fire Technique" to forcefully shatter the enemy's protective aura, without giving the opponent any chance to retaliate.

Such an incredible result, no one would believe it if you told them!

But he actually did it.

Despite his pride, Zhang Qing's crisis was not over.

A large number of enemies have fully invaded the Changfeng Society's headquarters and even launched a fierce attack on Linfeng Pavilion.

He could hear the sounds of fighting outside clearly even from inside his room.

Zhang Qing is now trapped, unable to escape or hide anywhere, and can only cower here and wait to die!

He couldn't help but grip the Qingfeng sword in his hand, wondering if he should take advantage of the chaos to rush out.

Fight for a sliver of hope?

Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded throughout the chaotic encampment.

"Gu Changfeng is here! You traitor, prepare to die!"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Qing was immediately taken aback.

Didn't Changfeng, the leader of the Changfeng Gang, lead his gang's elites to the ancient ruins in the wilderness to fight the Iron Hand Gang?

Why would this cultivator at the late stage of Qi Refining suddenly appear in the camp?

Does he also possess the ability to teleport over long distances?

Zhang Qing found it incredible.

However, the cries of "Kill the traitors!" rose and fell, coming from all directions, making everyone's blood boil!

Zhang Qing suddenly understood.

Gu Changfeng probably anticipated the enemy's attack on the garrison, and his going out to fight the Iron Hand Gang was clearly a feint.

It's even highly possible that this is all a setup.

A deadly trap aimed at the real enemy!

As for him, an outer disciple and a low-level cultivator, he was undoubtedly kept completely in the dark.

Because this scheme needs bait, or cannon fodder!

The joy of escaping death had just begun to well up in my heart when it was quickly extinguished by the cold and cruel reality.

Zhang Qing wasn't particularly angry or resentful.

In his past life, he had also encountered similar situations.

I've become numb to it all along.

Ultimately, it comes down to their own weakness; becoming pawns is only natural.

But Zhang Qing abandoned the idea of ​​rushing out, and instead slipped to the doorway, peering out.

Click!

In an instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, bolts of lightning struck down from the sky, followed by desperate screams.

The sound came from the direction of Linfeng Pavilion!

Zhang Qing's intuition told him that Gu Changfeng's sudden appearance and intimidation of powerful enemies, followed by his ultimate move, likely wiped out many of the invaders in one fell swoop.

But that has nothing to do with him.

Zhang Qing's gaze was fixed on the corpse lying on the ground a dozen steps away.

Those were his spoils of war!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Qing reached out and grabbed a hook with a long rope attached to it.

This three-pronged hook is a common tool for climbing mountains and collecting herbs in the wild. He bought it at the market before, but had never used it.

Now this tool, which cost me a mere dozen or so coins, can finally be put to use.

Holding the rope, Zhang Qing swung the iron grappling hook twice, then suddenly threw it forward, aiming at the corpse on the ground.

Due to insufficient skill, the grappling hook deviated from its intended trajectory, making it impossible to hit the target.

But just as it was about to hit the ground, it was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and accurately grabbed the cultivator's corpse!

And this is precisely the power from the Art of Weapon Control.

The next moment, Zhang Qing quickly pulled the entire corpse back into the room.

He swiftly removed the storage bag from the corpse's waist and then put the body into his own storage bag.

You can't put storage bags inside storage bags, so in this situation, you must separate them first, otherwise the storage will fail.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qing caught a glimpse of the whisk that had fallen to the ground.

He still had a very deep impression of the whisk used by his opponent.

Because of this item, it once withstood Zhang Qing's compressed blazing fireball, which had gathered all of his magical power!

And it doesn't look like it's damaged.

Without a word, Zhang Qing threw out the grappling hook again and retrieved the whisk.

He grabbed it in his hand.

This whisk looks light and delicate, but it is actually quite heavy, weighing at least five or six pounds.

The length of the whisk handle plus the whisk tassel, which is the whisk silk, is about four feet.

The handle is made of very old peach wood, with faint traces of lightning strikes on the surface.

The dust knot connecting the dust handle and the dust tassel is shaped like a lotus seedpod, with hundreds of shimmering white hairs inlaid on it, making it look very exquisite.

Zhang Qing waved his hand casually, vaguely sensing its extraordinary nature.

Zhang Qing had no time to appreciate it properly at the moment and quickly stored it in his storage bag.

Just then, he heard an exasperated voice: "Gu Changfeng, Lu Tieshou, you just wait!"

The sound was very sharp and extremely piercing.

"Hahaha!"

Immediately, another rough voice rang out: "You filthy scum, how dare you covet my Qing'an Town! Die!"

boom!

A deafening roar drowned out all the shouts.

Hiding in his room, Zhang Qing could easily imagine how intense the battle was outside.

But the more he did this, the less he showed his face.

At the same time, Zhang Qing also activated his true energy to condense his magical power, and held up clusters of swirling flames with both palms.

We are ready to fight at any time!

And as it turns out, his approach was absolutely correct.

Just a few breaths later, several disheveled black figures hurriedly passed by the door.

In that instant, a series of fireballs imbued with deadly heat shot out of the room, mercilessly striking the two enemies!

The enemy cultivators who were breaking through were completely unprepared and had no time to dodge. They were immediately blasted to the ground with screams.

Without any protective aura, one of them was struck by several bursts of flame, and was immediately blown apart, his flesh and bones broken.

call out!call out!call out!

Immediately afterwards, a large volley of steel needles shot out like arrows, riddling the fallen black-clad monk with holes.

The other cultivators who had narrowly escaped death no longer cared about their companions and fled desperately towards the outside of the camp.

Zhang Qing, who was hiding in the room and taking advantage of the chaos to steal chickens, quickly threw out his grappling hook again.

We must drag the corpse back!

As the saying goes, "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," meaning that the most realistic and tangible gain is the spoils that are readily available.

As for anything else, Zhang Qing wouldn't think about it.

In the blink of an eye, two more storage bags, which could be described as blind boxes, appeared in his arms.

Inside the storage pouch at his waist were three enemy corpses!