Chapter 1081: Blatant Arrogance

The black shadows were moving so fast that people could not see their shapes at all and could only vaguely catch a few fuzzy shadows.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of breaking air continued to be heard, and black shadows shuttled around the caravan like ghosts, bringing with them gusts of cold wind.

The monks in the caravan took out their magical weapons and looked around vigilantly.

However, they soon discovered that these black shadows were not ordinary monsters, but a group of bandits.

The land of the northern wilderness is poor in resources and full of monsters and beasts. Except for the mines and sect headquarters of some powerful forces, other places are almost uninhabited.

But precisely because the monks of these powerful forces need massive supplies of spiritual objects every year, a special existence has naturally emerged in this desolate land - the bandits.

The bandits are a special kind of robbers in the Northern Wilderness. They are either monks who were expelled from the sect, refugees displaced by war, or independent cultivators who are tired of the constraints of the sect.

They gathered together and made a living by robbing passing caravans and sect headquarters with cruel and cunning methods.

"Haha, it looks like we've had a good harvest tonight. There's actually a Jindan merchant caravan!"

A rough voice was heard, and a burly man with a fleshy face walked out of the darkness.

He was wearing a worn leather armor and holding a scarlet-gleaming mace in his hand, with greed evident in his eyes.

Behind him, dozens of bandits appeared.

The magical weapons held by these people are varied and they look ferocious and full of hostility. It is obvious that they are all murderers.

"What are you doing, fellow Taoists?"

Zhao Youyuan seemed not to have noticed the magic weapons of these people. He walked forward with a smile and asked with a bow.

Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he was obviously prepared to deal with it.

As soon as Zhao Youyuan finished asking the question, the burly man laughed out loud, his laughter full of sarcasm and disdain.

"Fellow Daoist? Haha, what a joke!"

"In this Northern Wilderness, we bandits only recognize spirit stones and treasures, not fellow Taoists!"

The big man waved the mace in his hand, pointing it at Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

"If you know what's best for you, just hand over all your spirit stones and treasures. Maybe I can leave you with a whole body!"

The bandits behind him also laughed and rubbed their hands together, as if they had already seen the spoils that were about to be obtained.

Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo looked at each other and saw helplessness and anger in each other's eyes.

Although their caravan was strong, a fierce battle was inevitable when facing these brutal bandits.

At this moment, Zhou Yiqiao, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly stood up and glanced coldly at the bandits.

"What a bunch of clowns, so noisy!"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

The bandits' smiles suddenly stopped and they all turned their eyes to Zhou Yiqiao who spoke.

The bandit leader's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt a strong sense of oppression emanating from Zhou Yiqiao, like a towering mountain, which made him want to retreat involuntarily.

However, as the leader of a bandit group, he quickly calmed himself down and suppressed his fear.

In his opinion, Zhou Yiqiao was traveling slowly along with the Jindan caravan, so his own cultivation level should not be that high.

"Where did this young boy come from, and how dare he speak to our bandit leader like that?"

The bandit leader roared angrily and slammed the mace in his hand to the ground, making a dull thud.

"Tonight, I will let you see how powerful the Northern Wilderness Bandits are!"

As he finished speaking, the surrounding bandits let out earth-shaking roars and pounced towards the caravan like a group of hungry wolves.

Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo were about to command the monks in the caravan to fight, but they saw Zhou Yiqiao had already stepped forward and walked towards the group of bandits.

"Senior Zhou..." Zhao Youyuan couldn't help but speak out, but Zhou Yiqiao waved his hand to stop him.

"Just a few clowns, not a big deal."

Zhou Yiqiao said calmly. Facing the rushing bandits, he didn't even use his magic weapon, but just slapped them lightly with his palm.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, an invisible palm wind whizzed out and directly hit the bandits in the front.

The bandits didn't even have time to scream before their bodies flew backwards like kites with broken strings and fell heavily to the ground, dead.

The power of a palm is so strong!

The remaining bandits were all horrified upon seeing this. They had not expected that this seemingly ordinary young man could have such terrifying strength.

The bandit leader's pupils also shrank, and he finally realized that the young man in front of him was not someone he could afford to mess with.

"Please calm down, senior. It is us who are blind and do not recognize the great man!"

The bandit leader shouted loudly, hoping that Zhou Yiqiao would stop.

But there was no fluctuation in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes. He did not stop and continued to walk forward.

"Since you're here, let's all stay."

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable determination.

He waved his hands again, and gusts of wind from his palms were like real sharp blades, cutting through the air and sweeping out.

Those bandits were unable to resist at all and fell one by one under Zhou Yiqiao's palm wind.

However, within a few breaths, the bandits who were originally extremely arrogant were all lying on the ground, and no one survived.

Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They knew that Zhou Yiqiao was extremely powerful, but they didn't expect that he had such a ruthless side.

Zhou Yiqiao returned to his original place, as if nothing had happened, and closed his eyes to rest again.

Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo directed the monks in the caravan to clean up the battlefield and prepare to move on.

However, when they found a token engraved with the emblem of the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect on a bandit, their faces suddenly turned ugly.

"This...how is this possible?"

Zhao Youyuan looked at the token in his hand in disbelief. He didn't expect that these bandits were actually related to the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect.

Su Zimo also had a serious look on his face. He looked at Zhou Yiqiao, wanting to ask how to deal with the matter.

Zhou Yiqiao opened his eyes, took the token and looked at it, a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting, really interesting."

"An outer disciple of the Northern Wilderness Saint Sect has actually fallen to the point of becoming a bandit."

"In this way, at least I have an excuse to ask for a meeting with Chen Fan."

"It seems that there is some unknown secret hidden behind this?"

He put away the token and looked at Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo.

"In an emergency, I will trouble you all to travel day and night to escort me to the vicinity of the Northern Wasteland Saint Sect."

"As for safety during this period, Zhou will do his best to ensure it."

Zhao Youyuan and Su Zimo nodded in agreement. They immediately ordered the monks in the caravan to break camp immediately and travel overnight to leave the area.