Although the person ran away, the cruel words were released. Ling Chuxi knew the virtues of the children of these aristocratic families and would definitely not give up. It was estimated that it would not be long before he would come back with helpers for revenge, so he thought about it and put on his clothes again.
Put on the mask and change into men's clothes.
After checking that there were no flaws, Ling Chuxi continued to walk forward. Ling Chuxi didn't know whether those people were her own race. She was a little curious, so naturally she wanted to see what happened, but before she was sure, she didn't want to go any further.
Conflict with them.
After walking for more than an hour, those young men were not seen again.
Could it be that he had misjudged the situation? Those guys still had some backbone and were too embarrassed to ask for help in seeking revenge? In any case, Ling Chuxi felt a lot more relaxed.
Ahead, there was a sudden sound of metal and iron clashing, and it looked like someone was taking action. Ling Chuxi quickened her pace and hurried over.
In front, a middle-aged man stood with a sword, filled with murderous aura. There were more than a dozen people fighting with him. Except for a gray-haired old man, the others were old and young, male and female. The youngest one looked like only
Fifteen or sixteen years old.
Although the difference in numbers was huge, the gap in strength was also huge. The middle-aged man was uninjured, while the dozen or so people opposite him, headed by the old man, were all injured and had almost no strength to fight anymore.
"Who are you?" The old man held the hilt of the sword tightly, a trace of blood slowly flowing down his arm, and then dripping along his fingers on the ground. It looked like he was seriously injured.
"It doesn't matter who I am. I would like to advise you again, go back to where you came from and don't waste your life in vain." The middle-aged man said coldly.
The old man looked at the younger members of the clan, and finally, his eyes rested on the youngest boy, with an expression of hesitation, as if it was difficult to make a decision.
When Ling Chuxi arrived, she happened to see this scene. She didn't know either party, so she didn't intervene. She just subconsciously followed the old man's gaze.
Seeing the young man's appearance clearly, Ling Chuxi was slightly surprised: this young man looked so familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere. She didn't know many people in the Zun Realm, so after thinking about it for a moment, she remembered that this young man's
He looks very similar to Lu Weidong.
Could it be that he is a descendant of the Lu family? The more Ling Chuxi looked at it, the more likely it became that he looked so similar.
When the Zhengzun Alliance raided the Huanjian Master's Mansion, most of the masters from the Huanjian Master's Mansion went to the Xuanchan Master's Mansion, so that they were wiped out without any resistance. It was said that the whole family was full, but no one can be sure that not one of them was there.
Two fish that slipped through the net?
Ling Chuxi was secretly guessing that the old man suddenly gritted his teeth, flew up, and fiercely attacked the middle-aged man.
"Seeking death!" the middle-aged man shouted coldly and contemptuously, then slashed away with his sword.
Only now did Ling Chuxi clearly see their strength. The middle-aged man was in the middle stage of Xuan Zun. From Ling Chuxi's current perspective, it didn't seem like much, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he was enough to be called a master.
The old man was in the early stage of Xuanzun. He was already a step behind him and he was injured. How could he block this sword?
With a clear sound, the long sword flew out of his hand, and the old man groaned and backed away. Apparently, his meridians were injured by the sword just now.
The middle-aged man succeeded with one move, and without mercy, he swung his sword and chopped off the old man's head.
"Father!" A woman in the crowd rushed out, trying to block his sword, but as soon as they exchanged a blow, the sword in her hand was also knocked away. The sword's light did not disappear and struck straight at her.