Weird Cultivation, I am surrounded by bad women

He was going to brave the wind blade and use his claws to rip open the belly of this nosy boy.

Judging from his clothes, this is a casual cultivator who doesn't know the difference between life and death. Just kill him.

The wind blade cut through the armor made of strange flesh and blood, and a thick, pungent smell of blood spread in the air.

The beast stretched out its claws, trying to grab the boy.

The young man was agile and dodged them one after another.

But this wind blade was a bit strange. Several wind blades exploded, causing an explosive force.

The flesh and blood armor that the strange martial artist was so proud of was actually broken.

The fat monk was knocked back a few steps, his chest covered in blood.

Having lost face in the eyes of so many people, the fat monk became furious and instantly no longer held back, using his unique skills.

"The distortion spreads."

All around him, strangely twisted limbs suddenly began to grow, and his face turned visibly paler.

The limbs locked onto the boy like vines of flesh and blood, and then attacked and captured him together.

In an instant, the young man was surrounded on all sides by these dense vines of flesh and blood.

It seems unavoidable.

The young man shouted and used a sword move.

The wind spiritual power around his body gathered madly and then released from the tip of the sword.

"Wind Xuan Zhan."

One after another, the strengthened Mysterious Wind Blades spread out in all directions, with the young man as the center.

Xuan Feng cut off the flesh and blood vines one by one as if he were cutting melons and vegetables.

In an instant, the winner was decided.

The fat monk fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The young man put away his sword, his eyes full of disdain.

"Are you qualified enough to manage it now?"

"Boy, you dare to fight in Reiwafang's territory? Don't leave if you have the guts." The fat monk looked at him with resentment.

Before he could finish his words, a team of monks wearing the blue robes of Reiwafang had already arrived at the scene.

The leader, seeing the fat monk in such a miserable state, waved his hand without saying anything.

"Catch this murderous young man. Private fighting is strictly prohibited in Linghefang."

The young man held a sword, ready to fight back at any time. Behind him, three men and women wearing the same green clothes as him appeared.

The woman in the lead had a veil on her face, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.

But just looking at her figure, she is already the most beautiful woman in the world.

Ye Qingyue noticed that Su Chaoxi was peeking at the woman, and immediately pinched his ear jealously.

He warned quietly, "Don't look around."

"My junior brother was just seeing injustice, and even if it was a private fight, why did you only arrest my junior brother and not that fat guy?" One of the male monks stood in front of the young man with a gun.

"If you enter Linghefang, you must abide by our Linghefang rules." The blue pine monk said coldly.

"This monk Wu is a staff member of our market town. You hit him. Do you want me to arrest you or him?"

"Boy, I'm going to teach you a lesson." The fat monk who was helped up shouted, his eyes wandering as he saw the woman in white who already had a stunning figure.

"Even your senior sister can't escape, hehe." The fat monk laughed.

The war was about to break out, but they were not in a hurry to take action because more and more blue-shirted monks were rushing over.

It's time for a righteous gang fight.

Among the casual cultivators who were watching the show on the sidelines, not many thought that the sword-wielding young man was right to save the mortal.

Instead, he started to speak coldly: "Look, don't learn from this boy. In the end, even your senior brothers and sisters will be implicated."

"Nosy people will never have a good ending."

"In the territory of Reiwafang, you dare to provoke even Fatty Wu. You don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is."

"Poor beautiful lady, she will probably be in trouble."

Faced with all this, the four brothers were not so panicked.

Even though he saw more and more blue-shirted monks gathering, he showed no sign of panic.

It seems like he has it all figured out.

"Put down your weapons obediently, and perhaps I can spare your lives." The leading blue-shirted monk, Zhao Ji, spoke in an arrogant tone.

This Young Master Wu is the son of his immediate superior, so it is impossible for him to curry favor with him.

"Do you want to care?" Ye Qingyue whispered softly in his ear.

"Of course. There are not many good people in this world who are willing to meddle in other people's affairs." Su Chaoxi smiled at her.

"If we encounter this, there is no reason to sit back and do nothing."

"Don't you like to meddle in other people's business? I will kill these two idiots right in front of you." The fat monk raised his strange limbs again and flew towards the mortal boy who was curled up on the ground.

The four wanted to take action, but were stopped by Monk Lanshan who also took action.

Seeing the young man, blood was splattered on the spot.

The next moment, the nameless sword in Su Chaoxi's hand burst into sword light and cut off his strange limbs.

The pain came, and the fat monk was about to have an attack.

"Who are you who is not afraid of death?"

The leading Zhao Ji and the fat monk both saw Su Chaoxi's white robe from the Qinglan Sect.

He said in a cold tone:

"Even if you are a cultivator of the Qinglan Sect, Linghefang is not a place to act wildly."

"Retreat immediately. For the sake of Qinglan Sect, I can spare you this time."

“This is something you can’t control.”

Seeing Su Chaoxi take action, these people breathed a sigh of relief. The young man holding the sword smiled at Su Chaoxi kindly.

The fat monk memorized Su Chaoxi's appearance. Even if he was a monk from the Qinglan Sect, it would not affect his plan to settle the score later.

Then he took action again, determined to kill the two mortals in front of the four people.

The strange limb he swung out was once again cut off by Su Chaoxi.

Su Chaoxi had a playful smile on his face, as if he didn't take their threats seriously.

"Boy, you are looking for death." This attitude made Zhao Ji, who was in the early stage of Jindan, furious. He no longer hesitated and took action immediately.

A crystal cultivator is most likely an outer disciple. It doesn't matter if he gets injured, as long as no one dies.

He was a poison sword monk, and he wielded a spine sword glowing green, and then slashed towards Su Chaoxi.

This sword strike is enough to deal with a crystal monk.

There was no way he could take it.

The poisonous fog came down with the sword and spread around Su Chaoxi.

The faint flame that burned beside Su Chaoxi instantly ignited the poisonous fog.

The nameless sword in his hand was flaming with fire, and he knocked the poisonous sword high into the air.

There was disbelief in Zhao Ji's eyes. He could actually take it.

Feeling the fluctuations of the flame, the veiled woman's beautiful eyes lit up slightly.

Many Qinglan Sect cultivators who were watching the show, even the outer disciples, had already recognized this person's identity.

He hurried to find the deacon of Qinglan Sect whom he had met earlier.

Zhao Ji slashed with the sword again, without holding back this time, and a fierce poisonous fog spread in front of Su Chaoxi.

A flaming gauze dress appeared around Su Chaoxi.

As soon as the poisonous fog approached, it was naturally swallowed up by the flames ignited by the gauze dress.

But there were still a few that were not purified and penetrated into Su Chaoxi's body through every pore.

Ye Qingyue, who was not far away, was about to attack with a sword, looking very worried, but she saw Su Chaoxi gently waving his hand.

Su Chaoxi, who had absorbed the poisonous fog, should no longer be able to exert any strength.

Zhao Ji's powerful blow was about to hit Su Chaoxi, and the veiled woman prepared to use some means to rescue him.

A burst of fire appeared on Su Chaoxi's body again, and the nameless sword in his hand made a sound. The sword's power was so fierce and sharp that it almost knocked the spine sword in Zhao Ji's hand away.

"You are not afraid of poison." Zhao Ji's eyes showed surprise.

The one who answered him was not Su Chaoxi, but.

"Zhao Ji, you are so bold. Why don't you stop immediately? Aren't you afraid of the reputation of my Qinglan Sect?"

From the crowd, a white-robed deacon from the Qinglan Sect who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core cultivation level suddenly rushed out with a ferocious look on his face, the spine sword in his hand already unsheathed.

The reason is simple: this man’s opponent.

Isn't it clearly Zhao Yiqian's promising disciple, Su Chaoxi?

Come to think of it, he is probably the only one who would meddle in other people's affairs so much.

"Deacon Xu, it was your sect's disciple who attacked first." Zhao Ji recognized this Blood Sword, but he did not expect that an outer sect disciple could attract this Golden Core Deacon. He was very nervous.

"You are blind and fail to recognize a great man!" Xu Wen cursed angrily, and the spine sword in his hand, which was emitting blood, was directly slashed in front of the poison sword monk who was still trying to attack.

"This is Su Zhenchuan. If you hurt him in the slightest, I will make you pay back a hundredfold."

"Su Zhen Chuan?" Zhao Ji raised his sword and took Xu Wen's attack.

Xu Wen did not use his full strength, he just pushed Zhao Ji back.

Zhao Ji thought about it over and over again, but he could not imagine that the Qinglan Sect would have a true disciple in the early stage of crystallization.

"Su Zhenchuan, are you okay? Detoxify quickly." Xu Wen hurried forward to check Su Chaoxi's injuries.

The crowd of casual cultivators or disciples from small sects who were watching began to speculate about the background of this handsome and elegant young man.

Su Chaoxi waved his hands, looked at the fat monk arrogantly, and pointed the sword at his neck.

Young Master Wu quickly warned in a low voice: "Zhao Ji, don't hold back, this is our territory, kill that guy, and I will take the consequences."

"There is no true disciple of Qinglan Sect who is a crystal."

Zhao Ji's expression changed slightly. This Young Master Wu really thought highly of him.

Let him kill in front of a middle-stage Jindan.

As if she had noticed the commotion here, Yaer, who was handling matters, came over with her people.

As the charming Yaer appeared in a red dress, all the monks made way for her.

His eyes were full of admiration for this beautiful woman.

Yaer looked at Xu Wen, Zhao Ji, and the good-for-nothing playboy, Master Wu.

She lightly covered her red lips and spoke with a sweet smile, her voice so soft that it penetrated her bones.

"Qinglan Sect and Linghefang are all family members, why are they making things so unpleasant?"

"Deacon Xu, I'm sorry for our guys."

But when she saw Su Chaoxi, her expression changed slightly, but she concealed it well.

"What's going on?" Yaer asked Zhao Ji in a low voice.

This Mr. Zhao was very respectful to this female Blood Sword who was at the peak of the Crystal State.

Then he reported the reason in a low voice.

"Sister Yaer, have you forgotten to make the decision for your brother?" Seeing Yaer appear, the fat monk felt confident again, and looked up and down at the beautiful lady in the red dress with his small eyes.