Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 49 Medicine Master?
After a brief negotiation, Xiao Yan asked the exhausted Kagang to stay where he was to recover his fighting spirit, while he himself quickly ran towards the front of the caravan.

Looking at the boy's receding figure, Kagang looked a little dazed, and his tone was mixed with indescribable complexity.
"Brother Yao Yan, I'm afraid you're a top talent from one of the great powers in the imperial capital who's going out to gain experience."

Recalling his previous invitation to Qingshan Town, he had some ulterior motives at the time, trying to pull this young man who had ventured alone into the Warcraft Mountains into his mercenary group.

Thinking about it now, Kagan just finds it ridiculous.

It is obvious that the other party would not be willing to go to a small place like Qingshan Town. It is not a stage for him at all.

After being stunned for a moment, Kagan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and quickly activated the internal skills in his body to quickly restore the fighting spirit that had been squandered.

"It's already quite difficult to establish a good relationship. Thinking about other things is a bit too greedy."

Along the way, Xiao Yan ran quickly in the direction of the caravan. When he saw the bloody scene around him, he couldn't help but frown.

The caravan itself had little combat capability, and was attacked by bandits at night, so it obviously had no room to fight back.

It's a completely one-sided situation.

Although two days was not a long time, the members of the caravan were friendly to Xiao Yan and did not reject him. Now that he had suffered such a disaster, he naturally could not sit idly by.

Plus the strong murderous intent that the gangster showed towards him.
Knowing that this matter could not be resolved peacefully, Xiao Yan's eyes were cold and he simply attacked!
With the blessing of soul power, he recalled the fierce angles of Scar's previous attacks, imitated and improved them, and continued to try to make breakthroughs in fighting skills.

First there was a tussle, then it became one-sided, until the final blow that killed the enemy.

Just like that, the boy's killing experience increased at an extremely exaggerated speed in the baptism of blood and fire tonight.

Among the many miscellaneous soldiers, most of them are actually not strong enough to be fighters. After all, although there are many fighters in the marginal areas of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, they are definitely not ordinary.

Except for a few fighters, most of them were high-level cultivators of fighting spirit. He didn't even need to use the Fire Blowing Palm. He could kill them in one encounter with just his long-tempered body.

Soon, the few caravan members who survived under the protection of the mercenaries appeared in Xiao Yan's sight.

At the same time, everyone fighting on the field couldn't help but cast their eyes on Xiao Yan—

At this moment, his hands were covered with thick bright red, and his clothes were completely wet, but it was not sweat. He looked as ferocious as a young devil.

In this situation, how can he still look like the calm and composed young man he was before?

Even though the mercenaries were used to seeing life and death, they couldn't help but be shocked and sigh with emotion.

A mercenary mustered up his courage and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Yaoyao, do you need any hemostatic fluid?"

Xiao Yan sneered and said, "Thank you very much, but the blood on my body did not come from me."

After hearing these words, all the mercenaries and caravan members could not help but swallow their saliva and were unable to speak.

At this moment, the only thought on everyone's mind was that these bandits were completely finished.
Because they provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked.

When the bandits not far away heard this, they trembled and almost gave up resistance.

They looked at each other, their expressions changing again and again, and finally gritted their teeth and said, "Let's fight!"

If you don't fight, the outcome is already determined.

"Eight Extremes. Collapse!"

Several people fell to the ground with lifeless eyes. Their only thought was that even if they fought, the outcome was already determined. If they didn't fight, they might die more easily. "You are too strong!"

When the thought reached this point, it immediately turned into darkness.

Withdrawing his aura, Xiao Yan felt the cyclone in his body that was spinning like a nebula. The cyclone was much dimmer than before, but its rotation speed was extremely fast, showing the excitement in his body.

Slowly exhaling, Xiao Yan's voice inadvertently carried a hint of murderous intent as he spoke, "Having done this, I have done my best. When I killed Scar earlier, he said that behind these bandits, there is a big boss. As for his strength, I am sure I cannot contend with him."

"Scar?!"

"He's actually a traitor! That bastard."

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with hatred at first, then their expressions became complicated, but they were unable to beg Xiao Yan for anything more.

The bloody young man who I met by chance is more than just a kindness, he has actually saved my life.

After much deliberation, one of the old servants finally knelt before Xiao Yan and kowtowed, saying, "Medicine Reverend, Medicine Immortal, please go and save the young lady. She has been kidnapped by those villains, and who knows what kind of suffering she will suffer."

Seeing this, a mercenary who had cooperated with the caravan many times changed his expression and scolded in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Xiao Yan also suddenly felt overwhelmed. Just as he was about to pull the old servant up, he saw a bright red stain in his hand, so he had no choice but to give up.

He said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Old woman, I am just a beginner fighter, how can I be called a venerable immortal."

Among the three characters of Yao Zunzhe, only the character "zhe" is suitable for Xiao Yan at this moment.

Even the surname Yao was made up by him based on his teacher's name. Speaking of Master Yao, Xiao Yan felt that Master Yao was more suitable for this title. However, he was not clear about his teacher's specific cultivation level, so it was not easy for him to speculate.

However, the old servant was responsible for taking care of daily life and had no idea about spiritual practice. He had never seen such a scene of killing and could only kowtow.

In desperation, Xiao Yan sighed, nodded, and said, "I can try, but if the other party is unable to defeat him, then I can do nothing to help him."

Afterwards, amidst everyone's expectant and awe-inspiring gazes, Xiao Yan quickly rushed towards the place where the young lady was abducted.

He was not aware of the boss's strength. With his strength as a peak one-star fighter, at most, he could only quickly kill a four-star fighter by surprise.

He wasn't sure if he could go any higher.

Therefore, if he wanted to take action, the only means he could rely on was the soul fighting skills given by Hun Ruoruo.

Soul fighting skills can kill people invisibly. Even if the opponent's cultivation is far higher than his, his soul is ultimately defenseless.

Xiao Yan, who firmly believed in this, decided to take action after repeated consideration.

He first sprinkled the bitter grass liquid borrowed from the mercenary all over his body to cover up the strong blood smell, and then curled up his body and walked towards the depths of the woods with very light steps.

Soon, he finally saw a few scattered bandits and a strong man leading them.

"He should be the boss."

The Soul-Piercing Strike, which had not been used for a long time, did not seem unfamiliar when it was used again. The wonderful feeling of controlling and plundering the soul power would make Xiao Yan have evil thoughts every time he used it, and he had to suppress it.

If it weren't for Yao Lao's guidance and advice, with his original mentality, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Xiao Yan's gaze became indifferent. A strange purple light gradually brewed in the bottom of his eyes, which, combined with his ink-black eyes, made him look handsome and evil.

(End of this chapter)