"Gongyang, Old Huang, the three of us are doomed..."
Yuan Qi truly could not find any confidence. In the past, they had indeed joined forces to bring down low-level cultivators, but only one or two at a time. What could they possibly use to fight this group of cultivators before them? They had been driven to the end of the Jianghu road.
All his calculations before had been shrouded in clouds and mist. Could it be that they had pointed to these people?
Yet it did not seem right. These people did not have that kind of strength.
Gongyang Dong glanced at the mountain ridge in the distance.
"Let's have a go first, then figure out a way to steal horses and charge into the mountains."
"Brother Yuan is right. The three of us may capsize today. Bah! Do they think they can bully me because my cultivation is low? If I were a Demon King, I'd slaughter them one by one and drink over their corpses!"
Huang Cao was inconspicuous. Using his two friends as cover, he secretly kneaded something behind them.
Across from them, the cultivators dressed in identical robes stared blankly. The sect master's orders had never mentioned any weasel. The information said there were two ordinary people—were they cultivators or not? How could ordinary people stir up such abnormalities in the nearby spiritual energy?
Although Yuan Qi had no cultivation, he was well versed in Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Techniques, using all manner of special objects to move the currents of energy.
He used ordinary means to lay out a Feng Shui Great Formation.
Ancient trees, old wells, a stone archway from an ancient dynasty that had stood for a thousand years...
In the human world, experts skilled in the Eight Trigrams who could deduce Yin-Yang