Cultivate Your Sister v1c24 part 2

"You are also barbaric, such a lovely little girl, when she grows up, she will definitely be a devastatingly beautiful," folding the fan in his hand, the tone of the speaker was very light, "how about you take the treasure, and leave Little Marital Granduncle's body to me. I can use her as my Human Cauldron(AKA: Dual Cultivation)."

The pretentious person holding a fan must be from Clasping The Moon Peak, and he was also one of the three who had the killing intent.

By the way, why was it Clasping The Moon Peak again?

Did Clasping The Moon Peak specialize in producing rats?

"I've heard about human cauldrons, but all of you are Foundation Establishment cultivators. Can't you see that the little beautiful Martial Granduncle... is actually a man?"

This remark was really shocking to everyone.

Xing Yun seized this short gap and instantly crippled those three spies who wanted to kill him in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of these ten people, the figure of Xing Yun suddenly disappeared from their sight. When his figure reappeared, the three people had already vomited blood and fell into a coma.

This was the standard trick one should use when fighting with a group of people alone. Once you were able to cripple one or two people, the rest of the people would be intimidated.

This was human nature, and cultivators were no exception.

Shaking his hand, which was hurt by the shock, Xing Yun shook his head and sighed: "Scared? I advise you not to run. It’s best if all of you fight me together; otherwise, you should understand what kind of situation you will face after the secret realm is closed..."

Holding his hand for a moment, he nodded suddenly: "Mhm, a desperate situation, that's what people called it, right?"

Xing Yun was right. If they didn't kill him here, as long as he had one breath left, they would be punished by all the disciples in the Shang Qing Sect.

Even if they were able to escape from Shang Qing Sect by chance, they would need to stay hidden all the time in the future, becoming wandering cultivators who were wanted by the Shang Qing Sect without any safety guarantee.

Of course, there was another option, which was to ask for forgiveness, but that...

was probably even worse than fighting him.

With seven people on their side and Xing Yun just one person alone, they had a great advantage!

"Since we are going to die, either way, let's fight her together!"

Suddenly, the true qi was stirred up in the area, and the power of the True Vital Energy soared into the sky. This small world was instantly lit up by that colorful light. Even if it was far away, one could still see that brilliant light.

But when many people arrived here, they saw only seven bodies.

The deaths of these seven bodies were quite scary. All their Elixir Fields were physically destroyed, and there was a huge hole at the waist and abdomen of each body.

No one knew who made such a murderous attack, but everyone knew that they needed to be careful in the remaining two days.

——Because there was a terrifying existence, wandering in the Qing Xu Secret Realm.

The rumors were like this, but in fact, the terrifying existence was squatting in a col, holding his stomach and hitting the ground with his forehead.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... It hurts me to death, it hurts me to death. Ah, shit, fuck, I've probably exhausted my Elixir Field and fallen into Qi Deviation..."
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