No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 89 Unpretentious
"Guizhou donkey has no skills!"

When the Taoist priest Bai saw Xu Shun's sword flying out, he wanted to kill him with one blow. He sneered, waved his hand, and his whisk flew over, colliding with the sword in the air.

Then he dodged the sword.

The Chishou sword was stuck in the mud in the distance, with only the hilt left.

The monks of the Huangdan Society are all very agile, don't ask why.

The answer is natural selection. Those with poor physical fitness will not survive to this day.

"Let's see what else you can do!" The white man didn't hear the scream, and knew that Xu Shun was not dead! He waved his hand to the left, and a fire pill appeared. He waved his hand to the right, and another fire pill appeared.

Just like making Jianghu dishes, sprinkling peppercorns on them.

"If you offend the Huang Dan Society, you will all die!" The white Taoist said with a big laugh as he looked at Xu Shun who was hiding from place to place.

What is Gou Ba Jian Xiu? So what if his cultivation is high?
In front of Huodan of the Huangdan Society, he was like a panicked mouse!
No matter how you hide, you still can't escape death!
"I still have a lot of fire pills. Let's see how long you can escape!" The man in white saw Xu Shun constantly dodging the fire pills and slowly approaching him, not caring at all.

A swordsman actually lost his sword?

How stupid!

Xu Shun came to a distance of three meters from the man in white, then he stretched out his finger, using his finger as a sword. The magic power in his body merged with the "spirit", and the "spirit" merged with his intention.

As Xu Shun accumulated murderous intent in his heart, a blue sword energy suddenly appeared with a roar.

The sword energy was extremely cold and as fast as lightning. While Bai Daoren was stunned, the sword energy cut his chest.

Then his upper body rolled down along with his internal organs.

“There is no sword... but there is sword energy...?” He felt puzzled and died with his eyes open.

It was clear that Xu Shun didn't have a sword and he had the advantage, but how could he die in the blink of an eye?

"How can a sword be so inconvenient?" Xu Shun looked at him and the bumpy ground around him, as well as the black smoke that had not yet dissipated, and sighed and said:

"I thought of several ways, but I couldn't hold back."

Xu Shun originally wanted to capture Bai Daoren alive and ask him for details about the Huang Dan Society, but Bai Daoren's firepower was too strong.

He had many ways to suppress Bai Dao Ren's fire pill, such as frost condensation technique and palm thunder, but he didn't have a way to capture Bai Dao Ren alive.

Who knows if there is anything else on Bai Daoren?
What if he uses the fire pill to self-destruct?
After thinking about it, Xu Shun decided to kill the man from Baidao for safety's sake.

He looked at the scattered fire pills after Bai Daoren died, waved his sleeves, and rolled them away along with the yellow gourd.

Just as he was about to destroy the body, he saw from afar a few people approaching.

So, he took the Chishou Sword and left. He couldn't stand a few more Huangdanhui members attacking him.

Who could have thought that the battle between monks would be so plain and simple!

"Big brother, is that sword energy?" When Ah Ye saw Xu Shun using his hand as a sword and emitting sword energy, he thought he was seeing things.

"It should be sword energy, right?" The eldest son was not sure either, and said, "How can there be sword energy without a sword? But it's normal for a sword cultivator to have some skills."

"Other members of the Huangdan Society, come here. Follow my instructions." Dazi also saw several Taoist priests of the Huangdan Society wearing purple-gray clothes coming from afar.

He quickly ran towards the corpse of Bai Dao Ren, slid over with a shovel, and said mournfully, "Bai Dao Ren, you died miserably!"

"You went after the impostor for the Huangdan Society, but ended up... Oh! Baidaoren, my good brother!" Jia Dazi cried out in grief, and even hugged Baidaoren's upper body in his arms and cried bitterly.

The blood of the White Dao people dyed his body red, and his crying face made anyone who saw him think that he and the White Dao people were good friends and good brothers.

"Who are you? How did Manager Bai die?" Just as he was crying, two Huangdan Society monks landed in front of Jia Dazi like big birds, and one of them scolded him slightly.

"I am Jia Dazai from Dongxiang. I have met Bai Dao Ren many times and we have a common goal. Today, someone pretended to be a member of your association and sold the elixir of life, which deceived me. When Bai Dao Ren heard about it, he was furious and said that no one could pretend to be a member of the Huang Dan Association! So, we split up and tracked down the whereabouts of that person!"

"As a result..." Jia Dazai said half-truthfully, and then burst into tears: "Bai Dao Ren, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!"

Ah Ye watched his eldest son's performance and gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Our eldest son is never vague at every critical moment. With such a performance, they will not suffer any loss no matter what.

"Huh?" The older Taoist priest Huang Danhui just twitched his eyebrows when he heard Jia Dazi crying loudly.

He and his deputy were the supervisors of another area. After receiving the dragonfly from Supervisor Bai, they rushed over quickly.

Unexpectedly, I was a step late.

He carefully looked at the scars on Manager Bai's body, and then looked at the pits left by the nearby fire pills. He estimated the number of fire pills and knew that Manager Bai had used a lot of fire pills to fight a strong enemy.

For supervisors like them who are out and about, fire pills are a powerful self-defense weapon, so they carry as many as they can.

It’s nothing, it’s just so easy to use.

"Manager Yao, it's a sword cultivator!" said his deputy Ye Feng.

"I know!" Yao Xuantian said in a deep voice.

The Huangdan Society is a large and powerful organization with over a hundred cultivators, but only eighteen supervisors, nine pharmacists, four alchemy masters, and two society presidents.

The death of a supervisor is no small matter to them.

Especially the veteran managers like Manager Bai, who developed the Huangdan Club together with the club owner.

"What did you say just now? Someone is impersonating our Huangdan Society?" Yao Xuantian asked, thinking of Jia Dazi's words.

"Yes!" Jia Dazai said with tears and regret on his chubby face: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault that I was deceived."

"Who told him to also wear a purple-grey Taoist robe, carry a yellow gourd, and carry a large number of tranquility pills pretending to be immortal pills!"

"Hmm?" Yao Xuantian felt something was wrong when he heard Jia Dazi say this.

Who would carry so many meditation pills?
Could it be that there really is a traitor?

Who knows swordsmanship?
Could the sword technique be a cover?
"Tell me in detail!" he said to Jia Dazi.

So Jia Dazai told the whole story in detail, adding fuel to the fire. Yao Xuantian repeatedly asked for details, and finally said, "This matter is indeed strange."

"The leader of the guild will be coming to my area in a couple of days. You guys can come with me to meet the leader!"

"Huh?" Jia Dazi widened his eyes.

The leader of the Huang Dan Society was a very important figure to him, and he had never thought that he would have to deal with such a person.

"What, you don't want to?" Yao Xuantian stared at him and said.

"No, no, no, I'm ecstatic! It's a great honor to meet the Lord!" Jia Dazi had a surprised expression.

Whether you eat meat or are eaten by others depends on this incident.

He bet!
In this way, it was worth it for him to come here all the way from Dongxiang!

　Yao Xuantian and Ye Feng are aliases provided by book friends of the previous book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)