Zhao Wujiang's guess was correct, Lu Xiaojin had indeed been looking for him, and was indeed determined to win him.

But there was one difference from what he had guessed, that is, Lu Xiaojin coveted him because she wanted to beat him up, rather than because she had a crush on him.

After everyone stepped into this heritage cave, the first thing Lu Xiaojin did was to search for Zhao Wuyang.

But in this vast world, Lu Xiaojin has never been able to find Zhao Wuyan's figure.

She put down her words and promised to benefit anyone who discovered Zhao Wuxu for her.

Everyone originally wanted to watch the excitement, but now they were even more excited. While fighting, they were also searching for Zhao Wuyan.

It's just that they were extremely surprised. Most of the day had passed without seeing Zhao Wuyan.

In the end, they didn't expect that Zhao Wuxu was actually hidden in the mouth of the Taotie statue. This surprised them and made them happy at the same time. This meant that among the eight statues standing in the world, they should be the final place of inheritance.

Now, many people fighting below saw that Lu Xiaojin had stepped onto the mouth of the Taotie statue and was confronting Zhao Wuyang. It seemed that the next moment he would wield the heavenly magic weapon and chop Zhao Wuyang to death with a sickle.

The people who were watching the excitement and did not think it was a big deal were talking about it.

"Zhao Wuyang is finished. If Lu Xiaojin takes action, he will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die."

"Who told him to think highly of himself? He dares to provoke even Lu Xiaojin. Doesn't he know who Lu Xiaojin is?"

"Hahaha... maybe Zhao Wuxu really doesn't know, after all, he is a wild cultivator in the countryside."

"Although Lu Xiaojin's strength is not secretive, he does not deliberately publicize it. It is normal for Zhao Wuyang not to know about it."

"Normal is normal, but ignorance is a sin, and Zhao Wuyang will pay the price for it."

"Hey, you think, Zhao Wuxu is so confident, does he also have hidden strength?"

"So what? Lu Xiaojin only has superficial strength? Today, let alone Zhao Wuyan, even Master Yijie may not be his opponent when facing Lu Xiaojin.

Don’t forget, Lu Xiaojin is one of Painting Sage’s favorite juniors, don’t you have any treasures?”

"Then Zhao Wuyang is finished today."

"Nonsense! Except for Zhuge Xiaobai from Wanbao Pavilion, Lin Xiaoke from the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and the leaders of the Wang and Li families, who else is qualified to fight with Lu Xiaojin?

All longevity stars always think they have a long life."

"..."

While everyone was talking about it, Zhao Wujiang took two steps back. He felt more and more wrong, as if he had been thinking about something wrong before.

"Why didn't you run away?" Lu Xiaojin lazily carried a sickle as tall as a person. The sickle was dragged on the stone surface, making a sharp and sharp sound of collision of gold and stone.

"You and I have no grievances. I don't feel guilty about you, so why should I run away?" Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly, but his eyes were full of purple energy, and the spiritual energy and demonic energy in his body were stirring.

He was worried that it would be over if Lu Xiaojin was a yandere, and he would probably take action against him, knock him out and take him away.

"You saw things you shouldn't have seen and said things you shouldn't have said. I don't like someone as frivolous as you." Lu Xiaojinlian walked closer and closer.

"Then you blame the wind in the abyss, why do you blame me?" Zhao Wujiang was speechless:

"If I didn't remind you, more people might look at me."

Lu Xiaojin was slightly startled, as if he was wrong.

But she soon became colder and colder:

"No matter what, the result was seen by you alone, wasn't it?"

Results-only theory? Zhao Wujiang was speechless. No matter how things happened, the result seemed to be like this.

He kept backing away:

"What do you want?"

"Humph." Lu Xiaojin hummed softly:

"Of course you are responsible!"

"Alas." Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly. Sure enough, Lu Xiaojin coveted him, but he still found so many excuses. He shook his head:

"Lu Xiaojin, please respect yourself."

"You are a frivolous disciple." Lu Xiaojin shouted coldly, the sickle passed through the dark arc of light, and struck Zhao Wujiang with one strike.

Zhao Wujiang took the white blade with his bare hands and caught the sickle with one palm. The dark mist corroded his soul and made a sizzling sound.
Chapter completed!