"Then, what should I care about?"

Qi Feng's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, making Lin Hui fall into an ice cellar.

"What you need to care about is whether anyone can save your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Feng did not make any moves, he saw a breathtaking ancient fairy sword suddenly hanging above his head. The light on the sword flashed, and a rich sword energy rushed straight to Lin Hui's face.

Seeing this, Lin Hui was so deceased that this sword energy was so strong that he had never seen it in the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Sect. He was a mid-stage Jindan cultivator who was good at everything and was not good at it. How could he resist such sharp sword energy?

Who is this person? You shouldn’t be greedy for such spiritual objects, but you end up getting into such a fierce person!

My life is over!

Lin Hui was shocked and regretful at this moment. He didn't even have time to resist, so he was sealed with a sword. The vitality in his body was instantly taken away, and his consciousness also came to an abrupt end at this moment.

The sword energy penetrated through the body and crawled directly into the ground in the distance. With a loud bang, a strong sense of earthquake quickly came. Everyone present was caught off guard and stood unsteadily. Some people fell to the ground directly, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

He wiped his sleeves and wiped away the golden elixir and slashed the ground with one sword. What kind of cultivation is this person?

The monk who came to his senses looked at the man who looked like a god and a demon in front of him, feeling the unparalleled murderous intent emitted by the fairy sword above his head, and felt his scalp numb.

"You guys don't get out yet, are you looking for death?"

Qi Feng's voice came slowly, everyone looked at you, and I looked at me, but I didn't know what to do.

If you leave here, it seems like a loss this trip, but if you stay, you may have life worries and it will be really hard to make a decision.

"Don't be afraid, he has only one person, and we all go together. No matter how strong he is, it's useless! Yin and Yang Sun and Moon Flowers belong to all of us, so we can't just leave it to him!"

No matter what kind of group it is, there will never be a lack of ambitious people and conspirators. As soon as this sentence appears, the desire in the hearts of many people begins to overcome reason.

Desire will be quickly contagious, so not long after, the silent group of monks became manic again, even more manic than when Lin Hui was encouraged before.

This result was naturally unexpected by Qi Feng. He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Haha, it seems that I am too soft-hearted and have killed a few people. Sure enough, most humans will do some arrogance and don't give you any painful lessons, do you really think I am a Bodhisattva?"

"Don't listen to him pretending, go up together and kill him! Yin and Yang Sun and Moon Flowers are ours!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed again, and the manic monk's eyes flashed with a greedy fire, as if a mad wolf pack was roaring towards Qi Feng.

Qi Feng's right hand was blunt, and the Shui Narcissus Sword Youran appeared in his palm. Then he waved forward, and after a graceful arc flashed, a crescent-shaped sword energy about ten feet long hit out.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Dozens of screams sounded, and the row of monks who rushed over could not stop them at all. In an instant, their limbs flew across the board, and half of them were directly killed in half, and the rest were basically seriously injured, which was a terrible sight.

The Crescent Sword Qi continued to advance. Seeing this, the monks behind did not dare to be careless. They quickly used their own tricks to fight with all their strength. After continuing to kill more than a dozen monks, the sword Qi finally slowly dissipated.

The power of just one attack directly caused at least thirty cultivators to die. Such powerful power and such tragic scenes are simply unheard of for these second-rate or even third-rate cultivators!

This man is so scary!

"The devil is the devil! I don't want this shabby, I'm going to die!"

In the silence, a sound trembling with fear suddenly came from the crowd.

Just as desire is contagious, fear is contagious, especially when people know that desire is out of reach.

"I'm here to try opportunities, not to die!"

"Whoever loves this spiritual flower wants, I don't want it anyway."

"You guys take it, I'll take the lead. My wife and children are waiting at home. If I die, wouldn't it be cheaper for others?"

"Suddenly I remember that my junior sister is still waiting for me to celebrate the Chinese New Year in the sect, so I will say goodbye first."

"Ah? The Chinese Valentine's Day is coming! My wife is at home by herself, and the neighbor next door's surname is Wang, so there will be nothing wrong, right?"

"Brother, I suggest you take a good look at the hat on your head, it's definitely green."

"What did you say? Green? I'm red and green blind, I can't tell the color. By the way, this was sewn by my wife for me!"

“…Brother, take care of yourself.”

After seeing Qi Feng's unmatched strength, the restless blood of the monks finally cooled down. Some people kept finding one reason or another to leave quickly, and they did not dare to stay here for a moment.

The monk who had encouraged everyone to rush to kill him also wanted to get away and sneak away, but Qi Feng had already locked his position, so how could he let him go safely?

For such a person, Qi Feng was lazy to draw his sword and threw out a soul-destroying Gu casually. The man was instantly covered by dark green poison gas. After dozens of breaths, he turned into a pile of dead bones.

After this move, a small group of monks who were still a little hesitant quickly fled out in shame, thinking that this was really a devil, and that they were not the same as killing methods.

After a moment, apart from the corpse, the originally bustling field was empty.

Qi Feng put away the Shui Daffodil Sword and said to himself: "It's really boring, there is no one who can fight."

He is not showing off, but stating the facts.

With the Shui Narcissus Sword in hand, his overall strength has soared by at least 30%. In this secret realm, he should be considered a real Smiling Proud Wanderer.

Seeing that he was so relaxed, Li Wanhai and Ji Wuqing resolved the crisis and hurried forward.

Li Wanhai said, "Brother Song is indeed... Uh, what is the word called? I can't remember it. Anyway, it means awesome. My old Li admires it!"

Ji Wuqing also said with admiration on his face: "Fellow Daoist Song is really a dragon and phoenix among people. I, Ji Wuqing, originally had a high regard, but in front of you, I really feel ashamed of myself."

Li Wanhai said with a smile: "Brother Ji doesn't talk much, but he didn't expect that he would be able to talk about it one by one. It's amazing, amazing!"

Ji Wuqing shook his head helplessly and continued, "Yin and Yang Sun and Moon Flowers are expected to mature tomorrow. After you have finished picking them, we brothers want to go to the depths of the secret realm and try the opportunity. I wonder if it is possible?"

Qi Feng knew that the two of them felt that their cultivation was a bit different from him, and they were afraid that they would not be able to help in the future, so they wanted to find some opportunities to improve their strength as soon as possible.

However, since he had said before that he wanted to provide the two with necessary cultivation resources, how could he break his promise? At least he could withstand such a great pressure to protect the Yin and Yang Sun and Moon Flowers, which is also a great contribution, and he should be rewarded!
Chapter completed!