Chapter 22: Flying Sword (Seeking Recommendations and Collections)

  At this time, Zhuo Lanxi was truly in a great mood, no, his mood couldn't be described with just the word "refreshing". Although it was only a short day, the ups and downs he experienced made him feel like he was dreaming!

  Originally wanted to teach Yi Chu a lesson, re-establish the prestige of his second brother, but did not think that he would end up being beaten by this kid. After this incident, Zhuo Lanxi was so depressed that he even had the heart to die.

  But luck is really too important. The Blood Demon, who was previously invincible in his own eyes, was almost instantly killed by two powerful immortals. And that extremely powerful immortal, among the pleading fellow disciples, chose only himself, saying that he was the only one with a predestined fate.

  Power, flattery, prospects...... All of these things, with just one sentence from the two immortals, appeared right before my eyes. Even Song Tianming, this great rival of mine, is now fawning over me like a dog, and this feeling of being high and mighty is really too awesome!

  Stroking her swollen face, which was more than half an inch high, Zhuo Lancui's heart felt like it was being clawed by a cat, the pain was unbearable! After serving the two immortal masters to rest, Zhuo Lancui brought those people who were eager to get close to him, and they arrived at Yi Chu's cave with great fanfare.

  This time, he wanted to let Yichu taste the flavor of being worse off dead than alive!

  Yi Chu raised his head and looked at the crowd who were helping the tiger, his expression slowly calming down. He glanced at Zhuo Lanxi faintly and said: "Zhuo Lanxi, are you sure you want me to do this?"

  "Hum! Youngster, the wheel of fortune turns around, didn't expect you, Yichu, to end up like this today? Haha, weren't you very arrogant? I'll tell you, this matter, you have to do it whether you want to or not!"

  Zhuo Lanxi looked at Yi Chu with disdain, saying word by word: "Yi Chu, you are now in my eyes just a lowly existence. So what if you defeated me today? I still have two immortal masters guarding me, and I am the only one among us who has an immortal bone. Let me tell you, kid, people are divided into three six nine grades, and naturally, I am the highest grade, those with immortal fate are superior, while you will forever be a lowly wretch!"

  "Since that's the case, then go, Brother Zhuo." Yi Chu sneered and threw the red orb in his hand fiercely at Zhuo Lanxi. After the previous exercise, Yi Chu was already very skilled in using the Blood Bead, and as soon as he threw it out, it transformed into a red light that heavily struck Zhuo Lanxi's head!

  "Bang", Zhuo Lanxi hadn't even had time to react, when the Blood Pearl smashed squarely into his face! Zhuo Lanxi's brain was like a burst watermelon, suddenly shattering open.

  "Bang", Zhuo Lanxi's body heavily smashed to the ground, his beautiful dream was also shattered completely with his loud fall.

  "Zhuo Lanxi is dead! How could you kill Zhuo Lanxi, Yi Chu? You've gone too far! I'm telling you, Yi Chu, the two immortal masters will not let you off!" Song Tianming shouted at Yi Chu, his heart racing with anxiety as he stared at Zhuo Lanxi's corpse.

  "What consequences, are no longer what Song Tianming can think of, simply, you also go with Zhuo Lancui!" The cold light on his face, Yi Chu's palm swung out, and the round blood bead was ruthlessly thrown out again.

  "Pffft!" "Pffft!" "Pffft!"

  After the pearl was thrown out, all the men who entered the Yichu Mountain Cave fell to the ground, only in an instant, and they all died on the broken blood pearl that Yichu had just released. At this time, the broken blood pearl, after killing seven or eight lives, became even more crimson, and it looked even more strange and mysterious.

  "If you want my life, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Yi Chu said coldly, casting a glance at Zhuo Lanxi's corpse. At this moment, Yi Chu stood among the pile of dead bodies, just like an extremely proud and aloof god.

  Death God, controller of life and death!

  "Two immortal masters?" Standing amidst the corpses, Yi Chu softly repeated these two words, but his mind was racing with thoughts. These two Taoist priests were each no weaker than Xue Mingzi, and if Yi Chu were to engage in a fierce battle with them, he would not have the slightest chance of winning.

  After a string of denials, all that was left in Yichu's mind were four words: "Only wisdom can be taken."

  He walked out of his own house, and slowly closed the door. His hand was a bit slow when closing the door, but at the moment he closed it, he did so heavily and with force. Although he didn't know if he could come back this time, Yi Chu still decided to give it his all.

  Rather than wait for death with folded arms, it's better to fight to the end!

  It was just a short while later that Yi Chu carried a jug of water and slowly made his way to the stone cave where Xue Mingzi lived. At this time, he had not a single hint of killing intent in his heart, and to anyone who looked at him, he seemed like an efficient and diligent person.

  "Two immortal masters, I have come to serve you tea."

  "Ah, come in." A faint voice came from the room. Knowing that walking through the door was like walking into the Ghost Gate, Yi Chu didn't show any fear at all. He slowly pushed open the door and walked in calmly.

  "Master Xian, Brother Zhuo was afraid that your tea would get cold, so he specially asked me to bring you some hot water." Yi Chu said respectfully as she gently placed the tea on the table.

  At this time, there was only one person in the room, who slightly raised his head and looked at Yi Chu, then said lightly: "Hmm, you can withdraw."

  Back down? Yi Chu naturally didn't want to back down, he hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Master Xian, I have something I'd like to report to Master Xian, please allow me to stay for a little while longer." As he spoke, a small sword with shining light appeared in Yi Chu's hand.

  "Fly Sword! How did you get a fly sword in your hand?" A Taoist priest looked at the fly sword in Yichu's hand and suddenly stood up.

  "Master Xian, I'm in charge of feeding the demon's blood food every day on this mountain. This small sword was found by me on this mountain." Yi Chu said while handing the flying sword to Yihexin again.

  "This flying sword can actually be discovered by someone unintentionally, this Minyang Mountain is indeed Minyang Mountain." As the Taoist spoke, he suddenly snatched the flying sword from Yichu's hand.

  This flying sword belongs to Blood Kill, and in terms of quality, although it can't compare with the flying swords of One Heart and One Fly, two Taoist priests, it's not far off. After playing with the flying sword for a moment, One Heart Taoist priest said in a low voice, "Leaving this flying sword in your hands is useless, you'd better give it to me. I won't take your flying sword for nothing, what do you want? You can make a request."

  "Immortal Master, I don't want anything else, just please accept me as your disciple and I'll be completely satisfied!"

  At this point, Yi Chu suddenly seemed to remember something and exclaimed: "I almost forgot, when I picked up the flying sword, I also picked up this!"

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