Why didn't the boy take action? Was he really only at the foundation-building stage? And that little beast...
Questions arose in his mind, especially when he saw the confidence of the young man in red, he had a bad premonition in his heart. The premonition became stronger after he saw the previous Jindan cultivator being killed.
At this moment, he retreated, looking at the little beast blocking in front of him. Without hesitation, he gathered all his strength, bursting out with the powerful aura of a Jindan cultivator, then turned around and fled in another direction.
It's not about fighting, but about fleeing. Use all your strength to save your life!
His sudden action of turning around and running made Fengjiu and Tunyun stunned. They thought he was going to fight, but he turned around and ran away. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace. It could almost be said that at this moment, he used the cultivation level of a Jindan cultivator just to escape.
Seeing this, she was stunned for a moment, touched her chin, glanced in that direction, and then ignored it.
Whatever, just run away! He is just a fish that slipped through the net.
So, she turned her gaze to the front, and raised her eyebrows slightly. After a fight, she saw that the last few independent cultivators were also killed by several people. At this time, Luo Fei and his companions sat on the ground panting and resting after the last independent cultivator fell, while Ning Lang was rummaging through the corpses with excitement...
"These guys must have robbed a lot of people. Look at the things in these Qiankun bags. There are quite a lot of things, and more than one person." Ning Lang was searching there, talking excitedly as he searched. Soon, he had more than twenty Qiankun bags in his arms.
Fengjiu walked over and took a look at the injuries on the other people's bodies. She saw that they all had injuries of varying degrees, except Ning Lang, who only had some minor injuries on his arms. Seeing that he didn't care about the injuries and was still picking up those swords excitedly, she couldn't help but stroke her forehead.
"Ning Lang, just take the valuable ones. Those swords are worthless, so don't pick them up." This guy really didn't let go of anything. He didn't even see how much those ordinary swords were worth
"Don't you want it?"
He already had several swords in his arms. After hearing what Fengjiu said, he thought for a moment and threw the swords back to the ground: "Okay, if you don't want them, then don't. Anyway, there will be more in the future. I'll just take these Qiankun bags and other things, so that I don't have too many things in the future."
After hearing what he said, the other people's mouths twitched and they all shook their heads.
Feng Jiu glanced around and said, "The bloody smell is strong here, we can't stay here for long, let's go! Find a place to treat your wounds."
"Okay." Several people responded, supported each other to stand up, and walked forward together, leaving here first.
Arriving at a place without the smell of blood, they sat on the grass and began to treat their wounds.
"Look, don't you think I'm smarter? I'm wearing more clothes, and I also have a vest. Although my strength is not as good as yours, I'm the least injured. Hehehe."
Ning Lang smiled complacently, bandaged the wound, took out the contents of the Qiankun bag and divided them into five portions: "Okay, one portion for each person."