Chapter 52: Laying low and making a move
The two family monks, looking at their clothes, looked familiar to Chen Qingyun.
This is the family standard robe of the Zhang family on Chihu Island.
The sleeves of the robe are embroidered with Chihu patterns.
The skirt is red.
The sleeves are trimmed with gold.
In Chen Qingyun's cognition.
The Zhang family and the Chen family have good relations and are two small families that support and help each other.
There are close contacts between the two tribes, and they can not only practice and communicate, but also plan major events together.
If the monks of the Chen family encounter trouble outside, if the monks of the Zhang family see it, they will help instead of just watching.
"The monks of the Zhang family, do you want to help or not?"
At the moment, seeing Zhang family monks being attacked by two suspected demon cultivators, Chen Qingyun did not act recklessly.
"We can't take action rashly. We should investigate the situation first."
After taking out the Earth Puppet, the puppet escaped into the ground and quickly fled towards the fighting place.
He wanted to explore the situation, find out the strength of these four people, and then decide whether to intervene.
direction of battle.
The attacks of the two demon cultivators were not severe, but based on their cultivation level, they were able to suppress the two Zhang family cultivators.
"Where are you monks from? We are doing our duty and have never provoked you!"
Among the Zhang family monks, Zhang Renhe, who looked like an old man, had an angry face. Even though he knew that the other party was a demon cultivator, he did not dare to anger him with words because of fear.
He wielded an emerald-green mountain magic weapon and tried his best to resist the attack of a demon cultivator.
beside him.
A monk who looked like a girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was also taking action with all his strength.
At this time, the girl's cheeks had turned red due to anger and nervousness.
While quickly dodging the attack of the treasure wheel magic weapon, it was extremely thrilling several times.
"Hey hey hey..."
Facing Zhang Renhe's question, the two demon cultivators did not answer. Instead, they laughed more wildly and increased their attack intensity.
Of these two demon cultivators, one is a middle-aged beautiful woman who is at the sixth level of Qi refining.
The other one was a bit more powerful, a middle-aged demon cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining.
When the middle-aged demon cultivator looked at Zhang Renhe and Zhang Wenhui, there was a playful look on his face.
While he was taking action, he kept teasing the two of them for fun, wanting to see them showing fear.
"You guys are going too far!"
This made Zhang Renhe's expression change drastically.
He was so angry that he simply slapped the storage bag with his palm and pulled out a red flying sword.
A mountain artifact.
A red iron sword.
These two magic weapons, under his crazy command, quickly hit the two demon cultivators.
"Go faster!"
At the same time, Zhang Renhe urgently scolded Zhang Wenhui beside him.
I want to hold off these two demon cultivators by myself and fight for a chance of survival for my granddaughter.
"grandfather!"
Zhang Wenhui called out anxiously, her forehead already dripping with sweat.
She was still using the lightening technique, constantly dodging the attacks, feeling powerless in her heart.
The strength of these two demon cultivators suppressed them both in terms of magical weapons and strength, and they had an advantage.
If he leaves, grandpa will definitely be caught by these two demon cultivators.
At that time, I don’t know what kind of torture I will encounter.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wenhui was not willing to leave her grandfather and escape alone.
Without saying a word, she clenched her silver teeth and used all her strength to move the flying sword towards the beautiful middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged beautiful woman had no scruples. She controlled the magic wheel and went straight towards the flying sword, knocking it away with a clang.
There is a three-level difference between her and the beautiful middle-aged woman, and they are far from rivals.
Seeing that her flying sword had no deterrent effect, she couldn't help but tense up.
The first time she was attacked by a demon cultivator made her feel fearful.
I have long heard that demon cultivators have vicious methods, and they will use the monks' muscles to peel off their skin to refine magic weapons.
What's even more terrifying is that they can also refine puppets.
When she thought of this, her movements became a little panicked, and they were full of flaws.
The girl's reaction and behavior made Chen Qingyun raise his eyebrows from a distance.
"Wen Hui!"
Seeing that Zhang Wenhui was unwilling to run away alone, Zhang Renhe couldn't help but sigh heavily and felt a little guilty.
"You are confused!"
but.
Think about it for a moment.
With my granddaughter's strength, even if she really wanted to run away, she wouldn't be able to escape the pursuit of this demonic cultivator.
The chance of survival is also very slim.
"grandfather!"
Zhang Wenhui's eyes were sour, but a look of determination appeared on his face.
She used the light body technique and quickly approached Zhang Renhe.
"I don't want to leave you."
Seeing Zhang Wenhui's reaction, the middle-aged beautiful woman squinted her eyes and smiled, and couldn't help but mockingly said: "This little girl has some backbone."
"It's a pity that your bones and skin will soon be used by me and become the nourishment for my magic weapon."
"What's the use of the deep love between father and grandson at this time?"
She looked at Zhang Wenhui as if she were looking at an item that was within easy reach.
Don't treat the other person as a human being at all.
Under this kind of gaze, Zhang Wenhui could not calm down. She felt on pins and needles, and her body was trembling slightly due to nervousness.
"Why are you talking nonsense to her?"
The middle-aged demon cultivator's sneer came, causing Zhang Renhe and Zhang Wenhui's expressions to change.
"With their essence, blood, bone and skin sacrificial refining tools, our strength can be taken to a higher level."
"Kill them early to sacrifice their magic weapons!"
Zhang Wenhui gritted her teeth, and while the middle-aged woman was talking, she hurriedly activated a first-level mid-grade fire flying sword talisman, launched the strongest attack, and a flaming sword whistled out.
The middle-aged woman underestimated Zhang Wenhui, and calmly sacrificed a silk magic weapon, unfolded it and protected it in front of her.
The flames rose on the flying sword, and the sword split the silk magic weapon, and the hot flames ignited it.
In a blink of an eye, the silk magic weapon was destroyed.
"Stinky bitch!"
The magic weapon was destroyed, and the middle-aged woman widened her eyes and looked at Zhang Wenhui viciously.
"I'll peel your skin first!"
She used all her strength to control the magic wheel, bursting out a strong evil spirit of the magic way, and slashed directly at Zhang Wenhui.
"Wenhui!"
Zhang Renhe, who was on the side, had been paying attention to the battle situation here. Seeing his granddaughter in danger, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
He wanted to help at this time, but he was powerless.
Being restrained by the middle-aged demon cultivator, she couldn't help.
Facing such an attack, due to the close distance and rapid attack, Zhang Wenhui couldn't dodge in time.
She was frightened all of a sudden, and had to control the flying sword in a panic, trying to protect herself in time.
Clang!
A crisp sound of metal interweaving exploded.
Zhang Wenhui was frightened, and heard the sound, and thought that her flying sword had resisted the opponent's magic wheel attack.
When she looked over, she saw a stream of green light flying in front of her eyes, presenting a gorgeous and dazzling beauty.
Like a beautiful aurora flashing in the night sky.
Seeing the change in front of her, her magic weapon was shaken away, and the light was dimmed a little, and the middle-aged beauty's pupils shrank.
"Who is it?"
She exclaimed and looked around.
Another middle-aged demon cultivator, Zhang Renhe, was also attracted by this sudden scene.
They looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a stream of green light in the air slowly slowing down, drawing a graceful arc, revealing the appearance of a flying sword.
A green flying sword.
I don’t know when it appeared, and where it came from.
It just rode the wind and soared between heaven and earth, emitting a faint and clear light, which was particularly eye-catching.
