The wind is very light and the clouds are very light.

A harsh sound broke the silence in the forest.

"Boy, hand over the map of Sword Tomb, and maybe we can let you die a quick death!"

Fu Zhu paused and immediately covered up her aura. She lay down on a leafy tree, just enough to hide her body.

I encountered something like this on my first day down the mountain. It was so annoying!

The people below didn't notice at all that there was one more person silently in the forest.

Fu Zhu looked at the scene below through the layers of leaves. Several monks in black were surrounding a young man who was not as good as a weak crown.

The young man's silver robe and brocade clothes were stained with blood and mud, his high-tied ponytail was a bit messy, and his face was stuck with blood-stained hair, making it difficult to see his appearance.

He seemed to have been seriously injured, and was only supported by a silver spear to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Fu Zhu's eyes fell on the young man's waist, which was tied with a vermilion ribbon. The waist was as thin as a willow, which made her feel a little ashamed. But she was not greedy for his beauty, she was just attracted by the sword on his waist.

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As a sword cultivator, Fu Zhu can be sure that it is a good sword.

Unfortunately, the boy's loose robe blocked the blade of the sword, so she couldn't see clearly.

The young man held the handle of the gun. He was obviously in a state of embarrassment, but his words were particularly arrogant, "Beat me if you can!"

"Haha——" The black-clothed monk's hand holding the scimitar shook as if he had heard some joke.

He sneered: "Why don't you lower your head and see what you look like now?"

The talisman beads on the tree couldn't hold back and made a slight tinny sound.

"Who is it? Come out!" The leader of the monks responded quickly. After he shouted, the remaining monks also looked around vigilantly and took a defensive posture.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Fu Zhu stopped hiding and jumped down from the tree, looking at the fierce-looking monk in black with a smile.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "If I said I was passing by, would you believe me?"

"You are fooling the devil!" One of the monks with a bad temper yelled directly.

This little girl didn't even take them seriously. She was even more arrogant than that brat on the ground.

"Brother, this little girl must be this guy's accomplice. Why don't you let me get rid of her?" The man in black with a scar on his face made a gesture of wiping his neck.

As he spoke, he was about to move forward with his sword, but was stopped by the leading man. He looked at Fu Zhu with a gloomy expression, "She is a golden elixir monk."

Golden elixir monk?

He is also a swordsman.

This is really a ghost!

How old is this little girl? They have been practicing for thirty or forty years, but they are still in the middle stage of foundation building. Only the eldest brother was lucky enough to succeed in forming the elixir because of some chance, and he has reached the late stage of golden elixir cultivation.

The remaining people couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and already had some intention of retreating.

The five brothers have already worked so hard to kill this brat in the Golden Core realm, and here comes another Golden Core realm girl. Are all the Golden Core monks now so worthless?

"Brother, what should we do now? Are we going to give up this opportunity in vain?" He said this almost through gritted teeth.

These casual cultivators are not talented enough to join the big sects, so they finally get a great opportunity. How could they give up like this?

If they could enter the Sword Tomb, they might also have the opportunity to form elixirs, and that would truly be the threshold for entering the world of cultivation.

If you become a Golden Elixir guest, you will become a member of our generation.

The leading man thought for a moment and then made a decision, "She has just formed an elixir and her cultivation is still shallow, so leave it to me to deal with her. You should seize the time to find the Sword Tomb route map from that kid!"

"Remember, neither of these two people can be left alive!"

With their cultivation at such a young age, they must have come from a large sect. Only by killing people to silence them and destroying their corpses and all traces can they be safe.

What about swordsmanship?

In the early stage of the golden elixir, there was no chance of survival against him, who was in the late stage of the golden elixir.

Every level of difference between monks is a huge chasm. How easy is it for ordinary people to cross it?

The young man on the ground opened his mouth to remind the young girl in front of him that he had never met before. Several monks in black suddenly attacked him, obviously hoping for a quick victory.

"Don't worry, you can just hold back these foundation builders."

The girl's voice was soft and soft, like a gust of wind in the summer forest.

Obviously, she did not take the late-stage Jindan monk in front of her seriously.

She is a swordsman and only needs a sword.

"Little girl, haven't your parents ever taught you how to be courteous to your seniors? How can you be so arrogant and still have the time to care about this brat?"

Fu Zhu was still smiling and not angry at all.

She hasn't played against anyone in a long time, but she's actually looking forward to it.

The sword was unsheathed and its light was like snow.

The golden elixir monk opposite couldn't help but have a look of greed in his eyes, "It's such a good sword, I didn't expect to have such an unexpected surprise, hahahahaha! After you die, I will treasure this sword for you.

, determined not to let its pearl be covered in dust."

Shuang Xueming vibrated twice, as if a little angry. It is a peerless sword. If it fell into the hands of such a person, it would be better to return to the sword tomb and sleep forever.

"You have a good eye, and you can see that this is a peerless sword."

"You are honored to die by this sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the snow-white light and shadow floated around. The golden elixir monk touched his temples, and a strand of hair slipped from his fingertips.

So thrilling!

If he hadn't reacted quickly, the long sword would have pierced his forehead.

He no longer dared to underestimate the girl with a bright smile in front of him, and he mustered up all his energy to fight against her.

Fu Zhu didn't care about his messy thoughts. No matter what her opponent did, she would just draw her sword.

If one sword is not enough, another sword will be used!

Her simple and pure fighting style made everyone in the battle startled. The young man holding the gun took advantage of the moment when they were distracted to use the gun. The tip of the gun did not contain any spiritual power, and it penetrated straight into one person's chest.

"Third brother! Are you okay?"

The man touched the blood on his chest and smiled disgustingly with his rotten face, "His spiritual power is exhausted, and the tip of the spear does not carry spiritual power. This little damage can't hurt me. Let's kill him as soon as possible and help my brother!"

That little girl has a lot of fun in the movie! Every sword strike makes people feel frightened, and makes him distracted from time to time during the fight.

If not, how could this brat have the chance to hurt him?

Facing Fu Zhu's sword power, the Jindan cultivator felt vaguely unable to resist.

What move is this?

Why doesn't she use her spiritual power? He has been fighting for so long and still doesn't know what kind of spiritual root she has.

But Fu Zhu's attack became more and more fierce, and he didn't have the time to think so much. He formed a seal with one hand and cast a fire spell, creating dozens of palm-sized fireballs.

This technique seems to only use a little spiritual power. What does he want to do?

The talisman beads casually formed a water barrier, blocking all the fireballs.

"Shui Ling Gen? Hahahaha, God is helping me!"

Fu Zhu rolled her eyes. A fire spirit root faced a water spirit root. How could God help her? What's more, she wasn't a water spirit root either.
Chapter completed!