Qin Tiexin finally drew his sword.
Edgeless There was no cold light, only deep black. The blade was thick and the blade was not opened, but when he held the knife in his hand, his whole aura changed.
He is no longer the taciturn young man, but a mountain and a wall.
He stepped forward and waved his sword.
The sword was slow, but as thick as a mountain falling. The first three warriors raised their swords to block, and the moment the blades touched, their jaws cracked, the swords fell from their hands, and the person was carried away by the sword and hit a tree. The sound of bone cracking was clear.
Qin Tiexin kept spinning, the knife turned around, and the blade struck the ground. A ravine exploded on the ground, and gravel flew like rain. The four or five warriors who rushed towards him were hit by the gravel and fell to the ground screaming.
Li Yun took action at the same time.
She no longer held back, and the ice soul needle divided into twelve paths, like twelve fish swimming in the forest. Wherever it passed, the cold air condensed into ice, and the warrior's movements were sluggish. She easily hit the vital point - whether it was the throat or the heart, there were tiny blood spots, and the cold air entered the body and killed him.
The two of them are getting better together.
Qin Tiexin charged into the battle head-on, with a heavy sword force that was invincible. Li Yun wandered around the flanks, using ice needles like ghosts to harvest lives. In just twenty breaths, half of the thirty warriors had fallen.
Han Laosan finally panicked.
He turned around and tried to escape.
Qin Tiexin How could he let him go? He abandoned the frontal warrior and suddenly moved - the Mountain Shaking Step.
With this step, the ground shook slightly. The person was like an arrow leaving the string, and the distance of three feet was reached in an instant. Edgeless slashed diagonally.
Han Laosan hurriedly turned around and faced the bronze shield. At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed Essence Blood on the shield. The bronze shield glowed with yellow light, three points brighter than before.
Swords and shields collide.
Loud bang.
The yellow light flashed violently, and the copper shield was nearly half dented and covered with cracks, but it did not break immediately. Han Laosan was so shocked that he took three steps back and vomited blood, but ecstasy flashed in his eyes - he blocked it!
The next moment, Li Yun's figure swept over from behind him.
There was a little blue light on her fingertips, and at the moment when Han Laosan was shaken to the point of Qi and Blood and the protective mask was unstable, the ice soul needle turned into a thin line and accurately penetrated the cracked gap in the mask.
Submerged into the back of the neck.
Han Laosan's body froze. Starting from the wound, frost spread rapidly. He widened his eyes and wanted to turn his head to look, but his neck was already frozen.
Qin Tiexin The second knife has arrived.
This sword is heavier and heavier. The third form of Zhongyue sword technique - Bengyue.
The blade struck at the same position of the bronze shield.
The copper shield exploded.
Before the sword stopped, it slashed through Han Laosan's left shoulder and came out. His whole body was split in half, blood and internal organs were splashed all over the ground, and the spilled blood condensed into ice in mid-air.
Qin Tiexin closes the knife.
The forest suddenly became quiet.
The remaining seven or eight warriors stood there blankly, looking at the corpses on the ground, at the young man standing with the sword in hand, and at the girl with cold air still on her fingertips.
Clang.
Someone threw the knife and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Others followed suit.
Qin Tiexin didn't look at them. He turned around and looked in the direction of the motorcade. The hand holding the knife hung down by his side, and his mouth was numb. The wound on his left palm collapsed again when he exerted force just now, and the oozing blood dripped down his fingers, warm and sticky.
He looked down and wiped it on the hem of his clothes. The bleeding stopped, but a new gash appeared on the edge of the scab.
The guards also ended the battle - after Han Laosan died, the warriors no longer had the will to fight. Except for those killed by Yang Scarface and his men, the rest fled in all directions.
The forest is filled with the smell of blood.
The twilight became darker, the last trace of afterglow disappeared from the sky, and the stars on the dark blue sky gradually became denser. The light of the lantern in the inn came from outside the forest, it was dim and warm, incompatible with the blood color in the forest.
The head of the Feng family walked out from behind a car, his face as pale as paper. He looked at the corpses on the ground, at the dead guards, and then at the box in Qin Tiexin's hands. His lips trembled and he was speechless.
After a long time, he walked up to Qin Tiexin and bowed deeply.
"Master Li, Master Qin... Feng is guilty."
Qin Tiexin looked at him without saying a word. The palm of his left hand still ached slightly, and he subconsciously curled his fingers.
The head of the Feng family straightened up, with a gloomy look on his face. "The thing in the box is 'Cold Iron mineral core', which weighs thirty-seven kilograms and is worth... a hundred low-grade Spirit Stone."
He paused and his voice became even lower. "Feng concealed the truth and used the jade car as a guise, but in fact it was to transport this object. The dangers along the way and the casualties among the guards were all due to Feng's selfishness. Feng is willing to triple the employment fee as compensation..."
Qin Tiexin suddenly said, "You should have said it earlier."
The voice was not loud, and there was no anger. It was just a simple sentence. But the Feng family leader was stunned, as if he was suppressed by the weight of this sentence, and his waist bent a little more.
The guards also looked here, and a look of confusion flashed across some of their faces.
"But we will still be paid as usual." Qin Tiexin said, "The extra money will be distributed to the guards and their families who died in the battle."
Master Feng's eyes turned red and he bowed again.
Li Yun suddenly said, "I want this piece of Cold Iron mineral core."
The head of the Feng family looked at her.
Li Yun took two steps closer and her eyes fell on the box. The lid of the box was closed, but the cold air still seeped out. She stared at the box for two breaths before raising her eyes.
"The Cultivation Method I cultivate needs the help of cold attribute materials." She said, her tone was calm, as if she was stating a fact, "This mine core is suitable for use. I will give you one hundred and ten lower grade Spirit Stone, but I don't have so much with me. If you believe me, I will take the ore away first, and Spirit Stone will be given to you after returning to Yun Sect."
"Master Li Xian is willing to buy it, but Feng cannot ask for it," the head of the Feng family said hurriedly.
Qin Tiexin handed the box to Li Yun. Li Yun took it and kept it cold. She opened the lid and took a look - inside was an irregular black-blue ore with natural ice crystal patterns on the surface, which was very cold. A trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and then she closed the lid and put it in Storage Bag.
"After returning to the clan, I will give you Spirit Stone." she said.
The head of the Feng family nodded and said no more.
Yang Scarface has led people to clean up the battlefield. The dead were buried on the spot and the injured were simply bandaged.
The convoy is back on the road.
Li Yun and Qin Tiexin were walking behind the convoy, a few steps away from others. She suddenly turned her head and lowered her voice and asked, "Why doesn't the Feng family sell the ore to the sect, but instead travels thousands of miles to come here?"
Qin Tiexin glanced at her, his eyes flitting over the ore that had been taken into Storage Bag's mouth, and the corners of his mouth moved, like a smile that was retracted before it had time to unfold.
"Maybe it's because the sect's recycling price is only ninety Spirit Stone."
Li Yun was stunned for a moment, then let out a soft "tsk" and didn't answer any more.
The guards drove silently, while the wounded leaned on the car, biting the strip of cloth and enduring the pain. The sound of horse hooves seemed dull in the dusk, and the wheels ran over blood stains on the road, leaving dark red tracks.
One and a half miles, two quarters of an hour's walking.
The inn has arrived.
It is a three-entry courtyard, with a plaque reading "Peace Station" hanging in front of the door. Two caravans have parked in the courtyard, with people and horses noisy and brightly lit.
The motorcade entered the hospital, attracting a lot of attention - everyone was injured, there was blood on the car, and the smell of blood was so thick that it could not be dissipated.
Yi Cheng was a lean old man. He didn't ask many questions when he saw the situation. He just arranged a room, asked someone to boil hot water and get medicine for wounds.
Qin Tiexin requested a secluded room.
He closed the door, placed Edgeless against the wall, and sat down cross-legged. The wound on his palm cracked again when he exerted force just now, and blood oozed out. He lowered his head and untied the cloth, revealing the old wound that was already turning white. At the edge was a newly opened blood hole, which was not big, but was leaking fluid.
He stared at the wound for a while, wondering what he was thinking. Then he tore off a piece of clean cloth and wrapped it again, making it tighter than before.
There was noise from the inn courtyard outside the window. Someone was shouting for wine, a horse was neighing, and there were children laughing in the distance.
Qin Tiexin leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, the motorcade set off.
After exiting the inn, go to Shangguan Road and go north. The road gradually becomes wider and there are more and more cars and horses. Along the way, you can see farmland and cottages, farmers working in the fields, and children playing on the roadside.
Before noon, the motorcade drove into a market town.
The town is not big, but it is lively. There are many shops on both sides of the bluestone road, with wine flags fluttering. There are many pedestrians and the sound of hawking is endless. There is a fragrance wafting from the roadside food shops, like meat buns that have just been released from the cage, mixed with the aroma of scallion oil.
Qin Tiexin was walking beside the car, paused, glanced in the direction of the food shop. Just one glance, and then continued walking forward.
The motorcade did not stop and passed through the town.
Exit the north gate of the town and walk three miles, before a group of buildings appears in front of you.
It has white walls and green tiles, continuous pavilions, and covers an extremely large area. The main entrance is tall and has three large gilded characters on the plaque:
Meteoric Pavilion.
There were monks on duty in front of the door, wearing uniform green robes, and their auras were calm. Qin Tiexin raised his eyes and scanned - the auras of those people were exposed, at least the fifth level of Qi refining. But the energy and energy on their bodies were different from those of the senior brothers from the outer sect of Liuyun Sect. I can't say there was any difference, it just felt... more neat.
Seeing the convoy coming, a man stepped forward to check.
The head of the Feng family handed over the document. The monk read it and nodded to let it go.
The motorcade drove through the gate.
Inside the door is a wide bluestone path, with Spirit Plant and Spiritual Qi planted on both sides. Qin Tiexin took a deep breath and moved his eyebrows slightly - this Spiritual Qi is actually a bit richer than the Liuyun Sect's outer door.
In the distance, you can see pavilions, pavilions, eaves and brackets, which are extraordinary in style.
Qin Tiexin walked beside the car and looked up at the buildings.
This was the Meteor Star Pavilion, one of the three major immortal workshops under the Iron Shou Sect. There was an endless stream of monks coming and going. The lowest level of cultivation was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and monks Foundation Establishment were not uncommon. Just at this moment, he saw two streams of light passing above his head, which were monks Foundation Establishment who were flying with weapons.
The head of the Feng family talked with the deacon who came up and delivered the goods. The Nuanyu cart was introduced into the side yard, and the sundries on the baggage cart were also counted one by one.
"The two immortal masters can stroll around in the workshop. It is safe here and no one dares to cause trouble." The head of the Feng family said, "We will return together in three days."
Qin Tiexin nodded.
The two of them said goodbye to the Feng family master and walked out of the side courtyard of the Falling Star Pavilion.
Standing on the main street of Xianfang, Qin Tiexin looked up.
The street is wide and can accommodate four cars traveling abreast. There are a dazzling array of shops on both sides: elixir shop, Law Artifact Pavilion, talisman shop, materials shop... monks come and go, and the sound of bargaining comes and goes. Occasionally, there is a stream of light passing by in the sky, which is the flying weapon of the Foundation Establishment monk.
Spiritual Qi is rich and rich, even better than the outer sect of Liuyun Sect.
Li Yun took a deep breath. "It's so lively."
Qin Tiexin said nothing.
He stood on the side of the street, looking at the bustling fairy shop, at the well-dressed monks, and at the shining light in the shop.
What flashed through my mind was the color of blood in the forest, the figure of the guard falling to the ground, the horrified look in Han Laosan's eyes before he died, the bent waist of the Feng family leader, and the wound that had opened up again in his palm.
The road to immortality is long.