Douluo: My martial spirit can cultivate

Chapter 309
The group of people obeyed Yan Ming's words and set off towards the center.

During the period, they also picked a lot of elixir on the road, because Yan Ming and Liang Bing didn't need elixir or anything, so they didn't share it equally with the few people who followed.

The sharp-eyed Zhuang Juan picked another elixir, a blood-red flower with a small red fruit in the stamen.

Suddenly a lewd laughter came.

"Hey, little junior sister is so beautiful, why don't you have a good time?"

Accompanying the sound came a group of people hiding in the dark, all of them staring at Zhuang Juan lewdly.

If it wasn't for the fact that they were all wearing the Taoist clothes of the Yujing Sect, they would have thought they were disciples of the Demon Sect.

But what is the difference between this kind of behavior and the demon sect, without the shackles of the sect, the greed and evil thoughts in the heart will always be exposed, which is caused by not having the corresponding state of mind after having power.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Yujing faction wanted to develop the Yujing faction in order to recruit more disciples, otherwise there would definitely be more tests of mental state and the like.

This is why the Yujing faction distinguishes between the outer sect and the inner sect. The inner sect is the real core, and the outer sect is the sieve for selecting talents.

It seems that the outer gate of the Yujing faction is very strict, but in fact the outer gate is only peaceful on the surface, just like that day when Du Di spent spirit stones to find five younger brothers and wanted to beat Yan Ming to death, bullying often happened .

So don't think about how many good people there will be among the outer disciples, even if there are good people, they will be the ones who will be bullied. Only the strong can be qualified to be good people.

At this time, one of the ambushing group wanted to catch Zhuang Juan, and he looked like a bewildered pig brother.

"Little baby, come to my arms, I will love you very much."

Zhuang Juan shielded her chest and quickly backed away, disgusted by this perverted appearance. Although she was a bit slutty, she was not a casual woman.

Without giving this group of people a chance to react, they summoned their spirit energy and stepped towards Yan Ming's direction to join them.

The person who wanted to catch Zhuang Juan was in vain, and said angrily, "Die Sanba, what are you pretending to be innocent in front of us, and chase after me."

This group of people are also disciples of the Qi training period, they are all between the fifth level of Qi training or the third level of Qi training, and their cultivation bases have not yet reached the point where Yujian can fly. And you can't keep the sword for a long time.

They all drew up their spiritual energy and followed them at a very fast speed.

Zhuang Juan passed through a bush, and saw Yan Ming and others, and reminded loudly; "There is a group of people ambushing here."

As soon as the words fell, a person appeared behind him, his hand was about to reach Zhuang Juan's neck.

At a critical moment, Yan Ming grabbed the flaming sword behind his back and threw it out, turning into a red light shadow. The sword pierced through the man's chest, and the scorching heat directly burned the man into a charred mummy.

Seeing this, Zhuang Juan hurriedly came to Yan Ming and the others, looking at the mummy with a hole in the chest, she was shocked, and thought to herself, "The Holy Son is so strong."

The following group of people arrived and saw that the one with the highest cultivation level in the team had been burned into a mummified corpse, and they were greatly shocked.

Seeing the presence of Yan Ming on the opposite side, a flattering look instantly changed on his face.

"It turned out to be the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter. I came here only after hearing the movement. It has nothing to do with this mummy."

But I kept cursing in my heart; damn it, how could I meet such a person, this is a god who can practice qi in one night, according to this speed of cultivation, now he should have cultivated to the third level of qi training, what the hell It's a monster.

But my heart is extremely unbalanced. It took me three years to cultivate to the third level of Qi training, but this holy son was able to cultivate to the third level of Qi training in just over a month. This is the horror of top-level qualifications .

One younger brother pulled out the flame sword from the mummy, and respectfully handed it to the boss.

He said in a low voice, "Boss, this is the holy son's magic weapon. He must have thrown the magic weapon out just now to show off his coolness and killed Brother Duan."

The leader held the flame sword in his hand, and his face was no longer flattering, but triumphant.

"Without such a top-level magical weapon, how can you have the strength to fight with us? Just now, calling you the Holy Son is giving you face. Now you kneel down and kowtow to me obediently. I can consider letting you live."

The leader is not afraid of Liang Bing's flaming sword at all. With the check and balance in his hand, more people can crush fewer people, let alone a group of fledgling rookies, and it is not easy to bully them.

But the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter must die, anyway, the sect has no evidence to suspect him when he leaves this place where the blood shadow is forbidden.

Looking at Liang Bing with squinting eyes, he thought again; moreover, he could taste the taste of this saint.

Yan Ming looked at all this, his expression was still as calm as ever, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, and silently held the sword behind Liang Bing.

As soon as the footsteps were stepped out, the figure disappeared instantly, and dozens of heads were thrown away in an instant, but the expression on his face was still triumphant, as if he didn't know that his head had already flown up.

After a few breaths, the headless corpse fell to the ground abruptly, and the bright red blood stained the ground, but after a while, the blood disappeared and was sucked into the formation.

In just a short moment, a group of people were beheaded without delay. Yan Ming's indifferent eyes seemed to kill a few ants instead of people.

Everyone felt a chill from the soles of their feet to their foreheads, and they didn't want to walk with the Son anymore, for fear that they would be beheaded like this.

Yan Ming stuck the Lie Yan Sword in his hand on the ground, and instead of picking up the other one on the ground, he walked back to Liang Bing and said to everyone, "Let's go."

Lan Ruo just recovered from Yan Ming's indifferent murder, and reminded in fear, "Holy Son, don't you want those two top magic weapons?"

Yan Ming shook his head, "No, I'm going to blow myself up later, let's go quickly."

Yao Xinyu said with great heartache when he heard that he was going to explode the top magic weapon; "I just killed a few people, there is no need to blow up the magic weapon."

He said this as if those two top-level instruments belonged to him.

Yan Ming smiled and said, "Leave the self-explosion, destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, and the provincial sect will depend on us."

After finishing speaking, he took out two flame swords from the storage ring, gave one to Liang Bing, and kept one for himself.

The shocked people were speechless at this time, and all of them opened their mouths wide open, stunned.

Yan Ming and Liang Bing looked at each other and smiled, put their swords behind their backs, and then led the way and walked side by side.

Everyone hurriedly followed, afraid that the aftermath of the explosion of the two top magic weapons would affect themselves.

But Yao Xinyu stared straight at the storage ring that Yan Ming was wearing, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes, but it was very well hidden in a flash.

After walking for a while, there was a loud noise from behind, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky. The shock wave could be felt even after traveling so far, and its power was comparable to that of a missile.

Yao Xinyu is a knowledgeable person. The power of this explosion is no longer at the level of the self-detonation of magic weapons. It is almost comparable to the lowest level of magic weapons.

I thought in my heart; there must be something good in the storage ring, it is worth taking the risk.

(End of this chapter)