The rustling of fiery red mulberry leaves was like a blood cloud, rendering the killing place under the tree. Compared with it, the tense atmosphere just now seemed to be nothing.
This is the intuitive feeling of middle-aged people named Wen Su, Yan Xin and Yang.
But at this juncture, the swordsman in green who had killed the man was standing in front of the four dead people, using a skill similar to that of catching a dragon and having the world in his sleeves to search for their belongings.
From head to toe, from top to bottom, the search was extremely careful.
This was so out of place with the chilling and cold scene environment that it was even a bit funny.
But Wensu and the others just couldn't laugh.
With a flip of his hand, he killed three high-level gods with peak level six cultivation levels, and with a flick of his sword, he killed a strong man from the Thousand Paths of Ghost Sect who had peak level seven levels.
This guy's strength is really too abnormal.
But he seemed to only have the cultivation level of a first-level god who had just broken through the seventh level.
Is it dazzled?
Or just a big dream?
It always feels unreal.
The hem of his elegant red robe fluttered, his beautiful and dignified figure trembled slightly, her pretty face changed from stiff to stunned, and there were countless big question marks floating in her mind.
A passerby killed four masters of a thousand ghost sects with just a raise of his hand. He was so at ease and so absent-minded. Who is this person?
Did he take action in anger because Xiao Li blocked the road, or was he planning to mix up the grudge between himself and Xiao Li from the beginning?
unknown.
Compared to Wen Su, Yan Xin's ideas are much simpler and more straightforward.
This girl, whose appearance is not inferior to that of a literary figure, has a simple nature and is only concerned with right and wrong.
Her water-like pupils were filled with emotions of pleasure, excitement, envy, and gratitude. In her opinion, Xiao Li and others deserved to be damned, and she was incapable of eradicating all evil, and Feng Jue appeared at this moment.
Yu really did a good deed that made people happy, and Feng Jueyu also had a heroic aura.
It would have been better if he hadn't immediately gone to search for the corpses and grab the loot.
This is a tiny flaw, but it doesn't hide the flaws, and the whole thing is still perfect.
After being silent for a long time, Wen Su felt that Feng Jueyu had killed people from the Qian Dao Gui Sect because of him, thus causing him a lot of trouble, and that he should express his gratitude in person.
So he tidied up his slightly messy red robe and stepped forward lightly, regardless of whether Feng Jueyu was searching for trophies or not. He gave a graceful smile and said, "Wen Su thanks you, fellow Taoist, for saving me."
Seeing this, Yan Xin walked over happily like a fluttering bird. He also imitated Wen Su and said politely: "Yes, yes, fellow Taoist saved my and my sister's lives. I'll wait for you."
I haven’t thanked you yet, may I ask your friend Gao’s name?”
Yan Xin's eyes were full of aura, full of curiosity about Feng Jueyu's identity.
This passerby who suddenly appeared was not only upright and jealous of evil, but also decisive and decisive, helping them get rid of the damned villain.
The most important thing is that this man is also quite good-looking. The jade tree in the book said that he is majestic and majestic, but I'm afraid it's nothing more than that.
Hearing the movement behind him, Feng Jueyu stood up and turned around to look over. The indifferent expression on his eyebrows remained the same as before, and he only said: "You two ladies are welcome, I just killed a dog that was blocking the road."
, no acknowledgment is required.”
Dog blocking the road!
Wen Su and Yan Xin were both startled. They could tell that the other party had no intention of making friends and was even a little indifferent.
Sure enough, after Feng Jueyu said these words, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man named Yang, and he walked over slowly without hesitation.
Seeing Feng Jueyu approaching, the middle-aged man surnamed Yang realized belatedly that Xiao Li was dead.
Xiao Li is a master of the seventh rank and a protector of the Thousand Paths of Ghost Sect. He kills such a person at will, which shows that the person in front of him is even more difficult to mess with.
He quickly handed over his hand: "Yang Jie, thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life."
"No need to thank me, just hand over your treasures."
Um!
I thought he was someone who hated evil, but unexpectedly, Feng Jueyu finished robbing Xiao Li and his group, then turned around and came towards them.
Wen Su and Yan Xin were stunned again, and their eyebrows frowned slightly.
At this time, the one who is most afraid is Yang Jie.
"Fellow Taoist...said...what did you say?"
"Don't you understand? Then what fun do you have in living?"
Feng Jueyu raised his right hand, and the sword energy burst out between his palms. The blazing white sharp edge was like the sun in the hand of a god, scorching his eyes.
"No, I understand..."
Yang Jie's sweat dropped instantly. It seemed that this was not an injustice, but a more serious one.
In the world of cultivation, looting, burning, killing, and looting are commonplace. These are all caused by cultivation resources. No one feels that their own cultivation resources are enough. As long as there is an opportunity, they will plunder the treasures of other colleagues.
You have to grab it, it's more direct, less laborious, and faster.
Seeing that Feng Jueyu was a more difficult character than Xiao Li, Yang Jie gave up the resistance and took off all the space magic bags on his body.
But before the action was completed, a sword blade suddenly appeared. Yang Jie didn't even have a chance to explain or beg for mercy, and saw the cold light of the sword flash under his neck.
Then, he found himself speechless.
A pair of eyes were wide and round, with blood-threaded spider webs around the pupils, filled with aggrievedness, confusion, and resentment. It took all the strength to hold back and spit out a few words.
"Why……"
Yes, why?
This question was the most difficult for him to understand. It was Xiao Li who wanted to eat people and drink blood during the disaster, not Yang Jie. Why couldn't he escape the disaster in the end?
Watching Yang Jie's body slowly slipping down, Feng Jueyu's eyes were so cold that they were inhumane, and a trace of contempt appeared on his face.
"Betray your comrades and serve as a talisman, do you deserve to live?"
With a joking snort, a big hand came across and snatched the space magic bag that Yang Jie had just taken out from his hand.
And Yang Jie never closed his eyes until his death.
There was no other reason for killing Yang Jie, it was just because Feng Jueyu couldn't bear the despicable behavior of this man betraying his companions in battle. In Feng Jueyu's opinion, people like Yang Jie really didn't deserve to live.
After killing someone and seizing the treasure, Feng Jueyu used his spiritual consciousness to count the loot, and then a happy smile appeared on his face.
Four six-level peaks, one seven-level peak, a total of more than 1.2 million low-grade divine stones, 100,000 mid-grade divine stones, 130 bottles of various types of healing medicine pills, and about 1,500 poison pills and soul pills.
One hundred pieces, eleven volumes of magical secrets, three hundred and fifteen low-grade artifacts, sixteen mid-grade artifacts, and two high-grade artifacts.
In addition, there are a total of 2,600 pieces of various heaven and earth divine materials from third to eighth levels. The higher the level of the divine materials, the fewer the treasures.
Among all the trophies, Xiao Li alone contributed 6.50% of the total.
In other words, most of the treasures were contributed by Xiao Li. On the contrary, his three disciples did not have as many treasures combined as Yang Jie alone.
This just shows that among the thousand ghost sects, the status of the teacher is equivalent to that of the proprietor, while the disciples are often not even as good as servants.
After thinking about it, all the loot has been completely owned by Feng Jueyu. This killing has made up for the expenses on Youxiang Star Road, and there is still a surplus. Feng Jueyu is very satisfied.
After collecting the loot, Feng Jueyu walked alone into the depths of the red-leaf mulberry forest.
His back is lonely, and he is extremely tall, like a lonely god of war.
During this period, he never had any conversations or exchanges with the two women, Wen Su and Yan Xin.
In fact, when they saw Feng Jueyu turning around to threaten the middle-aged man surnamed Yang, the two women's hearts suddenly jumped. They thought they had met a kind-hearted man to save them from the fire and water, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a man even more arrogant than Xiao Li.
Evil star.
Wen Su and Yan Xin instinctively took out their artifacts and stood ready, preparing to resist when Feng Jueyu looted them. Unexpectedly, the former seemed not to see them and just left without a sound.
It's like they don't exist at all.
"This...Sister Wen, he...what is he doing?"
Yan Xin looked puzzled and expressed deep doubts about Feng Jueyu's behavior.
Wen Su was also confused. She didn't know why. Juanxiu's smart eyes were a little dull, but she was a smart girl. After thinking about it carefully, she figured out the taste. Her beautiful face with red and white lips showed a trace of gratitude and emotion for no reason.
color.
"I see."
Wen Su put down the weapon in his hand with relief. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling, as if they could condense water. She looked at the retreating figure with a hint of admiration.
"What do you understand? Tell me quickly. This man is so strange..."
"It's not strange, it's just that you don't understand."
Wen Su's thin lips were sharply curved, and a relaxed smile appeared on her face: "We have all misunderstood this fellow Taoist, he is here to help us!"
"Really? Why don't I look like him?" Yan Xin scratched his head suspiciously, looking confused.
"Silly girl, you haven't figured it out yet?"
Wen Su gently tapped Yan Xin's bright forehead with her slender fingers and said: "He killed Xiao Li and four others to help you and me solve our dilemma. He did not forgive Yang Jie. He should have felt that he had betrayed his trust and betrayed his companions.
He is shameless, so he doesn’t really want to kill people and get goods, otherwise, he would never ignore us."
"But...but why is he indifferent when we talk to him? Since he is a good person, is it necessary to pretend to be cool like this?"
"That's not trying to be cool."
Wen Su seemed to have read through Feng Jueyu's thoughts, and sighed: "Silly girl, after all, he and we are strangers, he is just guarding against us."
As he spoke, Wen Su looked at the back again: "Walking in the world, it is essential to be on guard against others. He is doing good things, but he does not completely believe us. His indifference only tells us that saving people is just a matter of course.
You just do it casually, you don’t need any thanks from us, and you don’t want to have any trouble with us.”
Wen Su is right.
Just now he saw two women being bullied by Xiao Li, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked for directions to get rid of evil people like Xiao Li and Yang Jie.
But in the final analysis, rescuing people was just wishful thinking on his part. Because he was not familiar with Wen Su and Yan Xin, he didn't want to waste any time, and he didn't expect anything for the two women's gratitude. Instead, it was best to draw a clear line.