Qingyang squinted his eyes and observed everything in the valley clearly.
"It is indeed possible for the Spotted Blood Tiger to place its lair in this kind of valley, but it is essentially a plains monster. There are too many trees in this valley to be the nest of the Spotted Blood Tiger."
Qingyang learned more from Mr. Chen a few days ago about some of the rules of the Cang Yue Sect.
You know, Qingyang knows that he doesn't know enough about the world of martial arts.
So since I had the opportunity, I naturally learned a lot from the book.
The habits of ordinary monsters are one of the things Qingyang has learned about.
In the "Encyclopedia of Knowledge of Warcraft", all the behaviors and habits of the colorful blood tiger are clearly recorded.
So Qingyang clearly understands this guy's living habits.
When Qingyang said these things, the young man's face gradually turned gloomy, and finally he simply took off his disguise, his face full of ferociousness.
At this time, the young man still had the delicate appearance he had at the beginning, but he looked like a sharp-toothed demon, and his smile revealed only bloodlust.
"It seems that you discovered it last night. You are just trying to confuse the public by saying you are a fool. But since you know the danger, why come again? You could have escaped last night."
The young man put his hand on his waist, where he wrapped a long piece of fine cloth around a scimitar.
This scimitar looks a bit like a harvester's sickle, but no one cultivates in the far north, so logically speaking, there would be no sickle.
This was also a point that Qingyang immediately began to doubt when he saw the young man.
However, Qingyang didn't expect that this thing that looked like a sickle was actually an elemental spirit.
And he looks like a Yuanling of a high level.
"Run away? Why should I run away? My senior brother is still in your hands. Besides..."
Before Qingyang could finish his words, the young man suddenly started laughing, as if he had heard some big joke.
But Qingyang, who was interrupted by him, became unhappy.
There are two types of people he hates the most in his life, one is those who delete his friends, and the other is those who interrupt others.
Obviously, this young man is the second type of person.
Qingyang's face gradually turned cold.
However, this land in the far north is too cold and gloomy. Qingyang's murderous intention did not make the young man feel uncomfortable. Instead, he picked up the sickle and waved it towards Qingyang: "It's ridiculous! What's the reason for the friendship between teachers and sects?"
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As soon as the young man heard Qingyang saying that his senior brother was still in their hands, the young man's face immediately showed an expression of extreme disgust.
Then a light blue lotus flower appeared on the scimitar in his hand. This lotus flower had a strong aura and was definitely a high-level martial skill.
"Huh, I don't know why you are so disgusted with my words, but have you never been beaten up by society? When others are talking, don't interrupt yourself! You bastard!"
When Qingyang saw the lotus blooming with radiance, his figure suddenly turned around, leaving only a pale white afterimage, and then he was behind the young man!
The petals of the young lotus fell off and turned into translucent light films, which actually blocked Qingyang's blow!
"Oh? A defensive martial skill? It was actually a lie from the beginning!"
Qingyang really didn't expect that, after all, this young man struck first, no matter who he was, he would think that it must be a thunderous blow.
But the young man did the opposite and used the defensive lotus at the beginning, which really caught Qingyang off guard.
Qingyang originally planned to kill the opponent directly when he was careless.
But it was obvious that the opponent was also a battle-hardened person, and he did not just know how to rush into battle.
Qingyang's sword hit the transparent light film, making a crisp collision sound.
But Qingyang didn't expect at first that this long sword strike was done with all his strength.
The impact caused by this miscalculation made him unable to stabilize his body, and he almost fell to the ground.
The young man had been waiting for this moment. A cruel smile appeared on his face. The sickle in his hand was suddenly filled with light blue energy. He didn't know what kind of martial arts he used, but it looked like he was preparing to chop Qingyang in half.
"What nonsense are you talking about educating me? A dead man!"
This young man seemed to have seen the dismal death of Qingyang, and he decided to chop the disgusting bastard in front of him into pieces. After all, he was only a third-level warrior and would not play a key role in their plan.
Finally, the young man's sickle cut through Qingyang's body very easily.
But this unreal touch shocked the young man, and his originally crazy mental state immediately became calmer.
There's something wrong with Qingyang's touch! It doesn't feel like it's been cut off, but like it's cut through the air!
"You thought you were the only one who could guess? I didn't expect that I'm not dead!"
At this time, Qingyang's body suddenly came out, which made the young man quickly stabilize his body, trying to catch Qingyang's movements.
And Qingyang, who was just struck by him, slowly dissipated, and turned out to be another afterimage!
"Can you see me? Brat!" Qingyang's voice seemed to come from all directions, and the young man couldn't find his true identity at all.
The methods and fighting consciousness Qingyang used now made the young man begin to doubt Qingyang's true realm.
You must know that Qingyang, as a fifth-level Yuanli warrior, usually fights against others. With his Xuan-level intermediate martial arts: Zhizhan Lotus, he has deceived many masters of the same level.
But he never expected that Qingyang, a third-level Yuanli warrior, would actually force him into a passive situation!
How appalling this is!
If several fourth-level Yuanli warriors pushed him to this level, he would still understand.
But why should a warrior with a mere third level of Yuan Power force himself to be passive? Why?
"Can't you see me? There's nothing you can do about it. Only smart people can see me. If you're a fool, there's nothing you can do about it."
"Um!!!!"
The moment Qingyang finished speaking, the young man felt that everything in front of him had turned into slow motion.
He only saw a long sword piercing his lotus light film like tofu.
And that's not all, because he saw a famous martial arts skill!
Qingyang pointed his finger on his lotus light film, and then slowly said four words: "Big, thousand, one, finger!"
"You are a flying fairy...!!!"
Before the young man could finish his words, the power of the Thousand Fingers penetrated directly through his chest, and then the long sword pierced his forehead.
An arrogant fifth-level Yuanli warrior died like this without causing even a splash.
Qingyang then picked up the young man's sickle, which was a fourth-level Yuanling. If he took it back to the Cang Yue Sect's Hidden Martial Pavilion, he could exchange it for three to four hundred spirit stones.
For today's Qingyang, this is quite a huge sum of money.
There are still a lot of things in this young man's storage bag, and there is also a yellowed cowhide book. What is written in the book is the Xuan-level intermediate martial skill: Zhizhan Lotus.
This is quite a harvest, but before that, Qingyang still has to find Yi Feng.