Chapter 39 You stole my elixir, killed my demon soldiers, and you still want to leave?

"What level are those people at?"

In the cave, after Hu Xiao sent Xiao Ruyan away, he sat on the main seat and looked at Xiong Da's injuries, "How could he hurt you like this?"

Now in the audience.

Xiong Da Xiong Er was covered in blood.

There were staggered scars all over, all turned out of the flesh, and the blood stained the robe and revealed the red armor.

"Report to the king!"

"The cavalry team that plundered the spiritual grass belongs to the sect's faction. Their strength is only at the second level, and the leader is only at the third level, so there is nothing to fear..."

Xiong Da knelt on the ground and whispered: "Originally, the two of us were about to kill them...but when we were killing them, something suddenly happened."

"situation?"

Hu Xiao was a little surprised when he heard this, but he wasn't too surprised.

To know.

Whenever sects and factions go out for training, they always wear some magical weapons to protect themselves and defend themselves.

And since the opponent can injure Er Xiong.

That means this method has reached the fifth level and upwards, and you must be more careful!

Just think of this.

Huxiao glanced at Erxiong, lowered his eyes and asked, "To tell you the details, what is the method?"

"Report to the king, he is an old man at the sixth level!"

Xiong Da said in a deep voice, raising his arm, revealing a wound that was deep enough to show the bones, "He shot and wounded us, then took the leading man away and fled directly out of the territory."

"Where are the rest of the humans?"

"They were all abandoned, Your Majesty!"

Xiong Da gritted his teeth and said, "The old man ran away immediately after he injured us, and they also took away the Black Dragon Ginseng."

"Yes, Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for us!"

Xiong Er covered the wound on his abdomen and said aggrievedly: "We didn't do anything, and we were suddenly killed by that old man..."

The words have not yet finished.

He suddenly stopped talking.

call--

Hu Xiao held his head and remained silent. The air around him suddenly turned cold, and murderous intent permeated the air. The veins on his neck bulged, swimming like an angry snake, and the cold light in his eyes grew stronger.

"You took away my spiritual grass, hurt my demon soldiers, and you still want to leave?"

"Do you really think that the Tiger King is their back garden?"

Hu Xiao felt sullenly in his chest, thinking about his next move.

Although the leader ran away, fortunately the Hundred Thousand Mountains was vast... he certainly couldn't run very far. The top priority now is to find their traces...

He must intercept and kill him in front of the mountain pass!

otherwise.

If they were allowed to run out of the mountain and return to the sect to hide...

That’s called true disappearance!

Just think of this.

Huxiao looked at Xiong Daxiong Er and continued to give instructions, "Where are those two people running now? Can you still catch up?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we can catch up with them!"

Xiong Da rubbed his nose, took out a bloody rag from his armor robe, sniffed it, and said confidently: "These are the clothes of the leading man, Your Majesty... He can't escape our noses!!"

The words fell.

Hearing this, Hu Xiao's brows relaxed a little.

Bears have sensitive noses.

Looking for blood and traces, tracking thousands of miles is easy.

The old man carrying the injured disciple must not be able to run very far...

Can chase!

"In that case, let's go."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

…………

After a while.

In the mountain forest, old branches stretch out, the sunlight falls on the ground, cutting into mottled golden shadows, and the strong smell of blood floats.

Two figures sat cross-legged.

The elixirs and herbs on the ground were scattered and discarded. The old man in black robes took out the elixirs, applied them to the back of the abandoned green shirt, and injected spiritual energy to heal the wounds.

"How is your injury, Qingshan? Can you still walk?"

"You can leave, Mr. Lin!"

Qi Qingshan raised his hand and thanked Mr. Lin: "Thank you for your help this time, otherwise I would really have fallen into the trap of these monsters..."

"It doesn't matter, they are just a bunch of bastards. If they die, they are dead."

Mr. Lin shook off the blood stains on his black robe, looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, and said happily:

"Fortunately, the one who intercepted you this time was just the demon general... If it were the seventh-level demon guarding the mountain, we might not be able to leave."

As he spoke, he reprimanded: "You must not be so reckless in the future. Although I can protect you, I cannot always stay by your side."

"Yes, what Mr. Lin taught you... Qingshan knew he was wrong."

Qi Qingshan nodded, with a look of guilt on his face, and whispered: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin. When I become the Holy Son in the future, I will definitely repay your life-saving grace."

The words fell.

"Yes, this is decent."

Mr. Lin nodded when he heard this, stroking his white beard, looked at Qi Qingshan with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "With your promise, I feel relieved."

The world is bustling, and benefits come and go.

The reason why he came to help was simply because he valued this boy's potential.

now.

Qi Qingshan's talent is extraordinary, and the possibility of becoming a Holy Son is extremely high.

If he really becomes the Son of God in the future.

Then his status within the sect will definitely rise!

In order to achieve this big plan, he took great pains and provided a lot of training resources. Even this sect mission was personally assigned to him.

Unexpectedly, a road was actually planted in the territory...

"Although this trip is dangerous, fortunately I got the Black Dragon Ginseng. It's just a pity for all the junior brothers..."

Qi Qingshan sighed and looked down at the dragon-shaped ginseng in his hand, "They are of low strength and have no time to escape. I really feel guilty..."

"It doesn't matter, they are just some inner disciples."

Old Lin shook his head and waved his hand, saying,

"It is their honor to sacrifice for the future Holy Son. At most, you can pay tribute to them after you become successful... You must not let this form a demon in your heart and shake your stability."

"Yes, what Old Lin said makes sense."

Qi Qingshan heard this and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

In fact, those junior brothers and sisters were insignificant in his eyes.

They were just a group of inner disciples...

What can they compare with the status of his true disciples?

But even if he thought so, he still had to say the polite words.

Thinking of this, Qi Qingshan said softly:

"When the disciples become the holy sons of the sect, they will be enshrined in the tombstone."

"Okay, no need to say anything, get ready to go."

When Elder Lin heard this, he glanced at him and saw his intentions, but he was too lazy to care about it. He threw away the jade bottle, wiped the dust off his hands, stood up and looked around the mountains and forests:

"After all, the Ten Thousand Mountains are the territory of the demon clan. We'd better leave quickly..."

"Yes, Elder Lin."

Qi Qingshan nodded after hearing this, and also staggered to his feet.

The wind was blowing, and the whole body was brewing vigorously. It seemed that he was about to get up and leave.

But at this moment.

Suddenly!

A terrifying demonic aura rushed into the sky!

It came from the southeast and directly locked his position!

The sound waves rolled, startling the black crows to fly away, and the roar of the tiger roared loudly, echoing in their ears, like thunder!

"You stole my elixir, killed my demon soldiers, and you still want to leave alive!?"

The ferocious echo resounded through the forest.

As soon as the words fell.