Zheng Yuanli was startled, and his inner strength surged to protect his body.
But at this time, the middle-aged man's eyes had turned elsewhere, looking at another person.
Zheng Yuanli frowned, wondering what the fuss was about. He called him back so urgently, couldn't he just to let this middle-aged man take a look at him?
This middle-aged man is very weird!
"That's it." Zheng Yuanli said this after watching the middle-aged man close his eyes and then open them after a moment.
Xu Qiang waved his hand and said: "Okay, you go."
Zheng Yuanli could no longer bear it, clasped his fists and said, "Master, what are we doing here?"
"Nothing, I'll check if you are safe. Go ahead and do whatever you need to do." Xu Qiang waved his hand and said, "Be careful, the outside is not as good as the inside!"
"...Yes." Zheng Yuanli nodded helplessly.
He knew the sect master's temper, and there was no point in asking him if he didn't want to talk.
He and the other eight people came out of the Wenxin Hall and couldn't help but start talking.
"What on earth is the door master doing?" A middle-aged man frowned and muttered: "Is it just to see if we are safe? You have never done anything like this before. Besides, there is no need to call us back to see if we are safe.
Let’s go.”
Their token is not just a token, it also has a magical function. One of them can receive an urgent call from the sect. If they are in danger and need help, they can use the token to call out the surrounding sect members.
Furthermore, if they are really in danger or even die, the token will explode and the people inside the door will naturally know about it.
Therefore, they would know whether they were safe or not without greeting them at the door. The door owner's statement was obviously inappropriate.
"Who is that?" asked another.
Zheng Yuanli said: "You haven't seen him before, right? Is he one of ours?"
"It seems to be a priest, let's call him Li Qi." A young man turned his head to look at Wenxin Palace and whispered: "I just entered the temple not long ago, but I haven't shown up much. I don't know what I want to do."
All nine of them were confused, and their curiosity was aroused even more intensely.
"Offer?" Zheng Yuanli asked in a low voice: "Not just anyone can make an offering to our Nantianmen!"
The threshold for worship at Nantianmen is too high and extremely strict, so there are very few worshippers at Nantianmen, only nineteen so far. The newly added one is a worshipper, and it must have its own uniqueness, otherwise it will be difficult to become a worshiper at Nantianmen.
These worshipers may have top-level cultivation and be one of the top masters in the sect, or they may have extraordinary skills and skills that others cannot.
This Li Qi's cultivation level is not very high. He won either by martial arts or by having extraordinary skills. The look he gave him was very strange. Maybe it was due to his extraordinary skills.
Sima Xing's voice came from behind: "Those who leave the palace should leave quickly!"
Zheng Yuanli suddenly remembered his mission, shook his head helplessly and said: "Junior brothers, I still have something to do over there, so take the first step!"
He clasped his fists and moved away.
Returning to the previous campfire, the embers of the campfire had not yet cooled down. He searched carefully, showed a smile, and found a charred branch next to a stone. The fragrant smell still lingered on it, but it was from barbecue.
left behind by grease.
He inhaled sharply, and the aroma suddenly entered his nostrils. A vague shadow quickly flashed in his mind. Dropping the charred branches, he fluttered through the woods like a shadow, heading towards the top of the mountain.
For the next two days, he relied on tracking skills to move quickly.
In the past two days, his targets either went into the woods or entered the bustling city, blending into the crowd. He tried to use the crowds to confuse his scent and evade his pursuit. Zheng Yuanli eliminated them one by one, and followed them like maggots attached to their bones.
Bite him.
Zheng Yuanli was helpless. The masters of the Chiji Sect were best at Qinggong and were also good at concealment. If he hadn't been superb at tracking, he wouldn't have been able to find this guy. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to capture him for a while.
The only weakness of this master of Chiji Sect is his cultivation. His own cultivation is enough to grind him to death, so he can only rely on this hand to chase him. He will keep chasing him until there is no way to escape.
Only then can we really kill.
In the evening, he felt that Lu WuXun suddenly stopped at a mountain not far away, so he suddenly accelerated his speed and reached the top of a mountain in the blink of an eye, looking at the old man Lu WuXun opposite.
The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his body was thin and dry, and he looked sad and pitiful.
He stood on a stone, with the strong wind howling and stirring his gray robe, as if it might blow him away at any moment.
Lu Wuxun clasped his fists with a look of pity on his face, and sighed: "Young master, why bother pushing me so hard? Although my cultivation is weak, I am not a lamb to be slaughtered. I will fight back to the death!"
"Lu Wuxun, come on, put it away!" Zheng Yuanli stopped five steps away from him and sneered: "You specialize in killing young children. It is simply unacceptable. You should have died long ago!"
"The little old man just wants them to leave this terrible world early and suffer less, but he has a good intention." Lu Wuxun said in a deep voice.
Zheng Yuanli sneered: "It's so ridiculous, you'll die!"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, as fast as thunder.
"Haha!" Lu Wuxun suddenly burst into laughter and took a step sideways to avoid the palm.
Three old men suddenly appeared behind him, and their palms struck him like thunder.
As soon as he saw them taking out their palms so quickly, Zheng Yuanli hurriedly backed away, as fast as lightning.
But the palms of the three old men were faster, and before he could retreat far, they had already hit him.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Three palms hit his chest firmly, and he immediately flew backwards, spraying blood arrows in the air.
"You..." Zheng Yuanli pointed at them, in disbelief.
He had already recognized the identities of the three old men.
"Hurry, the night is long and there are many dreams!" An old man pointed to Lu Wuxun.
Lu Wuxun nodded quickly and rushed towards Zheng Yuanli again.
At this time, Zheng Yuanli had already "bang" landed on a rock in the distance, and his back was hit by the edge of the rock. He grinned in pain, and blood continued to gush out from the corner of his mouth. He said with difficulty: "You are so brave, Qi Tianmen
!”
He has already recognized that this is Qitianmen's martial arts method, because he has fought several battles with Qitianmen disciples and is very familiar with their methods, which are strong and domineering and unique.
"After you die, no one will know that it was us." An old man shook his head.
Lu Wuxun was already approaching, his mouth widened, a proud and cunning smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he slashed the head of his pocket with a fierce palm, intending to crush Zheng Yuanli's head with one palm.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Lu Wuxun flew backwards, spraying blood arrows in the air, mixed with a few pieces of minced meat, and his eyes widened in horror.
A tall old man stood behind Zheng Yuanli, standing as calm as a mountain, looking calmly at the three old men opposite.
"It's you, Wei Ren!" the three old men from Qitianmen shouted.
Wei Ren gently patted Zheng Yuanli with his right palm, cheering him up. He moved calmly and slowly, and ignored the three old men.
The expressions of the three old men had changed, they wanted to retreat, and they looked at each other and disappeared.
"You want to kill our Nantianmen disciples and still want to leave?" Wei Ren said calmly.
His right palm had already let go of Zheng Yuanli, and he raised his head to look at the three elders: "If you abandon your martial arts skills, I can spare your lives!"