When Si Qing saw Lou Qi being beaten away, he became angry instantly. He poured spiritual power into his long sword and slashed directly at Ji Huarong and his subordinates——

He defeated two Blood Evil Sect juniors in succession, but when he met Ji Huarong, it was obvious that he couldn't defeat them.

Ji Huarong just waved his hand, and Si Qing was knocked away.

"Little junior brother!"

The canthus of the building's abandoned eyes is about to split.

But Si Qing quickly got up and stood in front of Lou Qi.
"Brother, let's go!"

Since he went up the mountain, the fourth senior brother has taken the best care of him.

The senior sister pulled him out of hell, and the fourth senior brother also illuminated his world like a beam of light.

It is obvious that he is usually very poor, but he is always willing to buy him the best.

It was obvious that he was most afraid of his senior brother, but he still stood in front of him every time.

When going down the mountain to practice, he was obviously afraid of danger, but he always held up his cauldron to protect him.

Now, it's his turn to protect him!

But after a few moves, Si Qing was still pinned to the ground.

"Tsk, what a deep brotherhood."

Ji Huarong uttered a scoff and formed a spiritual blade from his fingertips, intending to stab Si Qing.
"But what I hate the most, young master, is this kind of drama of yours that you think you have deep brotherhood!"

"The hypocrisy is disgusting!"

A sect or a master sect only needs one strong person.

As for the others, they are just vassals!

Si Qing raised his eyes and met Ji Huarong's eyes.
"Of course people like you don't understand!"

Ji Huarong looked into Si Qing's eyes and sneered, "What are you different from me?"

He could smell the blood on him and feel the wildness in him, so why should he pretend to be here?
But just when the spiritual blade in Ji Huarong's hand was about to touch Si Qing's skin, Lou Qi behind him suddenly roared,

"Let go of my junior brother!"

Rays of golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and golden-red fire suddenly ignited. Lou Qi's originally gentle face was also stained with a hint of evil as the fire ignited,
"It's so useless!"

The young man's final voice was long, and a chilling light burst out from his red-gold eyes.

Ji Huarong took a deep breath, feeling that something was not quite right.

But he was overconfident in his own cultivation, so he suppressed his emotions, thinking that Lou Qi was just pretending.

He raised his chin and was about to speak when he saw a bronze tripod and smashed it towards him.

Ji Huarong's pupils shrank and she ducked away.

But the bronze tripod seemed to have eyes, chasing him until it hit him firmly in the face.

Several of the Blood Evil Sect's younger brothers tried to run away when they saw this, but without exception, the bronze cauldron thrown by Lou Qi was smashed hard.

On the viewing platform, several sect leaders and elders were stunned, with only one question in their minds.
"Where did he get so many cauldrons?!"

Ordinary weapon cultivators or alchemy cultivators can only have two cauldrons, one and one.

The quantity he prepared seemed to be too much.

Xian Qing turned to look at Lu Pingan. He said nothing, but the look in his eyes was obvious. He asked again——

What surprises does Kunwu Sword Sect have that he doesn't know about?
Isn’t Lou Qi Mu Linggen?

Why did golden flames suddenly burst out from his body?
Lu Pingan touched his nose and thought to himself, there are so many secrets on Kunwu Mountain. Where can I let you know every one of them? (End of chapter)

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