Aiming for the Immortal Path

Immediately, a man wearing a disciple's uniform with the Chaoyang Peak logo embroidered on his clothes appeared in his sight.

The man was in his thirties, with a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and a very sinister face. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, giving him a ferocious face.

And his cultivation level is not low, he is at the fifth level of Qi refining stage.

At this time, he was holding a dark green long bow and chasing the fleeing people in front.

With his eyes locked on the remaining five people, the true energy surged in his body and poured into the long bow in his hand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The long bow flashed with light, and five more light arrows gathered from the true energy came out of the string.

Feeling the crisis approaching behind him, Zhu Hanwei reacted the fastest and kicked a big tree nearby. One pounced forward, leaping forward.

"Whoosh", a light arrow passed by his calf and sank into the big tree next to him.

Zhu Hanwei gritted his teeth in pain and landed not far from Su Twelve.

Several others were not so lucky. Before they could react, they were all pierced by light arrows and fell to the ground dead.

Seeing that there was only one person left, the hook-nosed man did not fire any more arrows. Instead, he smiled ferociously and slowly walked up to Zhu Hanwei.

"You have quick reactions, but as a prey, you must have the consciousness of a prey!"

"How should I kill you?"

The hooked nose raised his hand to support his chin, with a playful expression on his face.

Zhu Hanwei's calf was injured and he could no longer run. When he turned around and saw the hook-nosed man approaching, he was even more frightened and trembled all over.

"Senior...Senior brother, I have handed over all my storage bags to you! We are both disciples of the Yunge Sect, please...please let me go."

Pulling himself together, Zhu Hanwei hurriedly begged.

"Oh? Let you go...you little fat guy is quite clever and very cooperative. However, if you come here to cultivate immortality even though you have no talent, isn't this going to kill you!"

"Yes, yes, senior brother is right. I will go down the mountain when I get back and never practice again!" Zhu Hanwei knelt on the ground and begged for mercy again and again.

The cruelty of the trial was far beyond his imagination, leaving him with a deep shadow.

He only has one thought now, and that is to survive.

"Go back? Haha, it's a pity...I can't find a reason to let you go!"

Seeing the hope rising in Zhu Hanwei's eyes, the aquiline nose immediately sneered, the long bow glowed, and the arrow pointed directly at Zhu Hanwei, severely crushing his hope.

Before joining the Yunge Sect, he was a murderous thief. During a robbery, he met a seriously injured monk and became a casual monk from then on. Later, by accident, he was thrown into the Yunge Sect and worshiped at Chaoyang Peak.

He has been in the peak for many years. On the surface, he is kind and amiable, but in fact, he has secretly killed many of his fellow disciples and accumulated a lot of treasures.

For him, the joy of killing lies in the torture. Watching the other person die in despair makes him feel happy.

"You...you devil."

"If you do this, you will be punished sooner or later!"

"What bullshit cultivation, bullshit trials, people killing each other, is this a fairy or a devil?"

Zhu Hanwei's heart fell into the abyss, he sat down on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Call, call! This is what prey looks like! It's a pity that if you scream and break your throat today, no one will come to save you."

The aquiline grin grew brighter.

As he spoke, he pulled out the bowstring.

The true energy turned into an arrow of light and went straight to Zhu Hanwei's head.

Zhu Hanwei collapsed on the ground, his voice stopped suddenly, his mouth opened wide, and his face was full of

of fear and despair.

"boom!"

At the critical moment of life and death, a sword light suddenly flashed across, blocking the light arrow.

"stop!"

Immediately, with a loud shout, Su Twelve rushed out of the bushes.

The others died so quickly that Su Twelve had no time to save them, nor did he want to save them.

But Zhu Hanwei was different. He came from the same place, the same hometown and the same family as him. Moreover, if he hadn't traded two martial arts secret books from Zhu Hanwei that day, he wouldn't have been able to beat the handyman disciple and the sword-carrying boy.

He had reasons for taking action, both emotionally and rationally.

The sudden change shocked both Zhu Hanwei and Qinghunbi. ??

When he heard that someone was helping, Zhu Hanwei was overjoyed and hurriedly turned to look at the person.

"Twelfth Senior Brother?!"

But when he saw it was Su Twelve, his expression instantly fell again. With a sad face and indescribable disappointment in his eyes.

In his eyes, Su Twelve was only at the third level of Qi refining stage. He couldn't think of a chance of winning against this hooked nose.

The newly raised hopes were dashed again in an instant. Zhu Hanwei was completely desperate.

No, I...I definitely can't run away. But Twelve was kind enough to save me, so I couldn’t just implicate him like this!

Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Twelve, leave quickly! You are no match for him, run quickly! When you return to your hometown, help me see my father, he is the mayor of the town!"

"Haha, a kid at the third level of Qi refining stage dares to stand up for others? Don't you think it's too late to leave now?"

"Now that you're here, just be my new prey!"

Seeing Su Twelve's cultivation, the hooked nose sneered, as if seeing a new plaything, his eyes ignited with even more ardent gaze.

"Prey?" Su Twelve sneered indifferently

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As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the place in a flash.

He stepped on the phantom step, and when he appeared again, he was already behind the hooked nose.

The White Mist Sword was held in his hand, and the sword flashed and slashed at the opponent mercilessly.

Even Shen Miaoyin, the master of Tianyin Peak, couldn't see through the Little Zhoutian Breath Condensation Technique he was running, let alone this guy in front of him.

The reason for showing others the third level of cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage is to make the other party relax their vigilance. This is for this purpose.

"No, you are not only at the third level of Qi Refining, you are such a cunning boy!"

The crisis coming from behind made him startled and he couldn't help but shudder.

At the critical moment, he raised his hand and threw a black bead.

The beads were spinning, and a gloomy black wind roared up and enveloped him.

Zhu Hanwei was sitting on the ground, shocked by Su Twelve's speed and his quick moves. Seeing the hook-nosed man throwing black beads again, he hurriedly shouted a reminder.

"Twelve, be careful. This treasure has the effect of defacing the magic weapon."

"An hour ago, he relied on this treasure pit to kill a senior brother who was at the sixth level of Qi refining stage."

Defacing the magic weapon?

Trap and kill the sixth level of Qi refining? !

Su Twelve was shocked. Before he could figure it out, he felt the white mist sword sink in his hand, as if he was cutting into a mire.

When the attack was blocked, he knew that it was impossible to kill the opponent by surprise.

Without any hesitation, he threw out a ball of fire. Pulling out the White Mist Sword, he followed the hooked nose to distance himself.

His eyes fell on the White Mist Sword, and he finally understood what Zhu Hanwei meant by defacing the magic weapon.

The White Mist Sword was blown by the dark wind and turned into rusty spots and pits. The sword's blade was dim and dim. If it was struck twice more, it would definitely be scrapped.