Chapter 127 Ming Yiqian was hunted down

"you know me?"

Hua Wanzhao's eyes were filled with doubts.

Chong Yi frowned: "You don't recognize me?"

"Should I know you?"

This child-like conversation made Mu Linxiao frown: "When did my little master see you, tell me clearly!"

Chong Yi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "You were a little drunk that day, so it's normal for you to forget."

When he said this, Hua Wanzhao immediately remembered it.

"The man from Cangyuan City who helped me swat flies!"

"it's me."

Mu Linxiao let out a sneer: "It turns out that you were in contact with the young master when you were in Cangyuan City..."

That tone was definitely not friendly.

"Hey hey..."

"And you even sneaked into the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion. Did you get close to the young master on purpose?"

"You're overthinking..." Seeing that Mu Linxiao's words were getting weirder, Chong Yi hurriedly explained, "I went to Cangyuan City for the sake of the evil cultivators, and I just wanted to help those monks because I didn't like them.

Bullying a drunk nun."

Mu Lin smiled: "So, I should still thank you?"

Chongyi: That’s not what I mean.

"Hey, I have some news for you, don't force me."

He really doesn't have the momentum of a big demon cultivator at all.

"What?"

"I met some immortal cultivators before, and they were chasing Yi Jian Feng Sha's disciples."

Hua Wanzhao was curious: "You weren't discovered?"

This person was wanted by the Immortal Alliance. When he discovered that the Immortal Cultivator's first reaction was not to run away, but to watch the excitement, it was the same as when they arrived just now and were able to kill the ferocious beasts with ease.

How strong a heart is this?

"There is no monk with a higher level of cultivation than me in this secret realm. What should I be afraid of?"

Chongyi’s words are very embarrassing.

"...Just because your cultivation level is not as high as yours, doesn't mean I can't beat you," Hua Wanzhao kindly reminded, "For example, sword cultivation and physical cultivation are both good at fighting across levels."

"If you can't beat me, why can't you run away?" Chong Yi said plausibly.

Jun Sigui was thinking about what Chongyi had just said.

"In terms of combat power, Senior Brother Mingxia and his team have slightly higher combat power than ours. How could they be hunted down?"

Just when he thought that this demonic cultivator was deceiving them, Chong Yi glanced at him coldly.

"Some of the disciples I met, the highest cultivation level is at the late stage of the Golden elixir, and the others are in the foundation building stage. The Golden elixir disciple was seriously injured."

"Ming Yiqian!"

"It's Senior Brother Ming!"

Hua Wanzhao and Ning Chenhao blurted out at the same time.

Chongyi shrugged: "I don't know them, but I know the disciple uniforms they wear."

Jun Sigui looked at him with complicated eyes: "Why tell us?"

"One Sword in the Wind and Sand is not bad."

"Which direction?" Hua Wanzhao asked.

Chong Yi pointed in the direction: "I met him two days ago."

Mu Linxiao and Ning Chenhao rushed out immediately.

"Thank you." Hua Wanzhao nodded towards Chongyi and immediately chased after him.

Chongyi, who was still on the spot, touched his chin: "Thank me for being a demon cultivator..."

***

In a dark cave.

"The concealment formation won't last long, the spiritual stones on our body are almost exhausted..." said a disciple.

He was covered in blood, and the dirt and dust on his face made it almost impossible to see his original face.

"How is Ying Wenchen?" Ming Yiqian walked in.

The disciple who was looking after him shook his head.

The healing medicine on them has long been used up.

This secret realm is extremely dangerous, and it is not something that disciples like them in the foundation building stage can handle. If it were not for protecting them, Senior Brother Ming would not be so seriously injured and still holding on.

All to leave the elixir to them.

"Hold on a little longer." Ming Yiqian said.

"Senior Brother Ming, do we still need to persist..." The female disciple who spoke had red eyes.

Together with the other disciples, they all became desperate.

"Judging from the few words of the monks who were chasing us before, they are not the only ones who entered this secret realm. Then, the sect must have sent people in as well. Once we meet them, we will be fine."

After hearing this, the eyes of those disciples regained their brightness.

Although he persuaded these junior brothers and sisters, Ming Yiqian did not finish everything.

He also heard that this strange secret realm was a combined secret realm.

He has never entered the secret realm of combination, but he has heard of it.

I don’t know if anyone from the sect has entered here, or when they can find it.

But this obviously cannot be told to them.

"Ming Yiqian, come out quickly, your junior brother is in our hands!"

Outside the cave, an arrogant voice came.

Ming Yiqian's eyes turned cold, and he glanced around, and sure enough, there was someone missing.

"...Senior Brother Song just said, go out and see if you can find some herbs..." the female disciple said timidly.

Senior Brother Song in her mouth is the only person in this team who knows medicinal herbs.

During the time when they ran out of ammunition, they managed to survive only by the herbs he found.

Ming Yiqian whispered: "You guys stay here first, I'll go out and take a look."

Slowly walking out of the cave, Ming Yiqian saw Song Mingshu being restrained by his backhand, and a bright knife was placed on his neck.

Opposite is a sword-wielding sect named Fengqing Sect, who can be regarded as the lackey of the Ni Palace.

After discovering Ming Yiqian and his party who had entered this area without knowing how, they pursued them fiercely.

The leading male cultivator said: "Your junior brothers and sisters are in the cave behind you, right? Don't worry, after we deal with you, we will reunite you with the same sect..."

The male cultivator made a gesture, and the disciple holding Song Mingshu raised his knife to kill him.

A white tiger appeared from behind him, bit his knife, and threw the disciple to the ground.

"Ferocious...ferocious beast!"

"Chi—" Jingting Huya exerted force, and the knife instantly turned into scrap metal.

And its owner was seriously injured because his natural weapon was destroyed.

"A ferocious beast?" Mu Lin smiled in front of Ming Yiqian, "You guys are so ignorant, no wonder they are angry."

"Uncle...Master..."

At this moment, Ming Yiqian looked a little dazed.

Although he comforted his classmates to persevere and wait to meet up with his uncles and uncles, he actually didn't have much hope in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

With a gentle word, Ming Yiqian was finally freed from the heavy burden.

As a result of the sudden relaxation, Ming Yiqian fainted.

Throwing his storage bag to Hua Wanzhao who had already caught up, Mu Lin said with a smile: "Nephew Gui, go and treat their injuries. Little Master, you have a lot of inventory, and you and Nephew Gui will not be enough."

Use mine."
To be continued...