Inexplicable Fight

After eating the spicy and sour chicken feet, Shen Leyan went to buy a few meat buns and a bag of melon seeds to eat when he was bored on the way.

The closer to the southwest jungle, the more cultivators holding various magic tools there were. There were very few teams like theirs with only three people. Basically, there were more than a dozen people gathered together. Each team looked a little wary of each other, and the undercurrent was surging.

In the world of immortal cultivation… cultivators and demons are mortal enemies, and the major sects have their own grievances. There are also some eccentric casual cultivators. It is not uncommon for them to fight and kill people for a natural treasure or a precious technique, and it is even more common to fight over a disagreement.

 “What are you looking at?”

“What’s wrong with looking at you?!”

“How dare the northern barbarians come to the southwest to make trouble?”

“Who are you calling barbarians, you southern barbarian?!”

“Do you want to fight?”

“Who’s afraid of you?”

The two burly men each drew their swords, and the good brothers around them also rushed forward. The colorful spiritual power came and went in the air, which was very lively.

Zheng Ziheng patiently and gently told his junior brother about the mission of going to the southwest jungle this time: “This time we are going to the center of the southwest jungle, where there is a spiritual medicine called Green Blood Snake Grass, which can only grow once every hundred years. For…”

He paused, and the junior brother who had been looking around lively around him disappeared without a trace.

Looking back, his master was gone too.

Walking on the ground… can you get lost?

Zheng Ziheng transformed a sound transmission talisman, and a little helpless expression appeared between his eyebrows. 

Shen Leyan squeezed in the crowd and watched the two burly men and their brothers fighting inexplicably.

Those people’s cultivation was not high, probably only the highest foundation-building stage, but it was the first time he saw so many cultivators fighting with real swords and guns.

With the crowd shouting “good” from time to time, it was really full of atmosphere.

“How long do you think you can last among them by performing the “Qingying Xuan Jue”?”

“Ah?” Shen Leyan heard the question and replied subconsciously, “They are fighting, why should I, a Qi-refining stage, join in the fun…”

Before he finished speaking, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The other party’s body temperature was a little cold, and Lu Yuanyi’s tone was as bland as if he was talking about what to eat today.

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

The next second, he felt his body suddenly rise into the air, and when he reacted, he was already standing between the two teams of fighting cultivators.

The two teams of cultivators immediately discovered the uninvited guest and stared at him with unfriendly eyes.

“What, kid, do you want to stop the fight?”

Shen Leyan: “…”

[Lu Yuanyi, your uncle! ヽ(‘⌒´メ)ノ]

He didn’t know if it was because the weather was too hot that the cultivators were angry. Before he could explain, a cultivator pointed a knife at him and shouted.

“This kid wants to stop the fight, but he doesn’t even know how much he weighs. Brothers, beat him up!”

A steel knife with a cold glow flew towards him with a “swish”. It was burning with raging fire. It was obviously thrown by a cultivator with fire attribute spiritual power. In the blink of an eye, the scarlet flame was less than five inches away from him.

 [Fuck! ]

Shen Leyan used up all the dirty words he had learned in his life. The wind spirit root in his body seemed to sense the crisis and started to work frantically, causing the spiritual power in his body to surge unprecedentedly.

The wind around him seemed to slow down all of a sudden.

The spell that he had memorized in his heart naturally absorbed and mobilized the wind spirit power around him, like a falcon flying in the wind, or just a fallen leaf flying and drifting in the wind.

The figure of the young man blurred in the eyes of most onlookers, and only a faint green shadow was left in the fluttering clothes.

A gust of wind with moist water vapor after the rain swept by, and the flame burning on the steel knife immediately died down. It was stuck into the ground with a “nail”.

Shen Leyan stood beside the steel knife, his heart beating like a drum.

 After a moment of silence, he heard the onlookers cheering and some even threw a few coins in his direction, almost treating him as a street performer.

The cultivator who threw the knife was a little surprised: “I can’t believe that you are a Qi Refining Stage boy, your body movement is so good.”

After all, it is the “Qingying Xuan Jue” that can be compared with the Saint-level exercises. Even if he has just entered the door, there is some mysterious meaning in his body movement.

“Brothers, misunderstanding, all misunderstandings!”

Shen Leyan waved his hand and spoke before the other party was about to attack again. The handsome boy, with soft lines on his eyebrows and eyes with almost no aggression, looks like a bad boy.

“Misunderstanding, misunderstanding… I didn’t mean to stop the fight, but I was pushed by someone who didn’t have long eyes when I passed by just now, so I accidentally came here.”

As he spoke, he silently retreated into the crowd with a smile.

 “Brothers, don’t worry about me, don’t worry about me, keep fighting, keep fighting…”

The man who threw the knife at him folded his hands in front of his chest: “You mean, you don’t want to stop the fight?”

“Yes!”

“Seeing two groups of people fighting but just wanting to watch the fun, didn’t your master teach you the code of conduct? Brothers, teach him a lesson on behalf of his master, go!”

Shen Leyan: “…”

[◝₍ᴑ̑ДO͝₎◞]

Various shapes and colors of magic weapons with various attributes attached to spiritual power came from all directions.

Some went straight to his eyebrows, some flew diagonally to aim at the side of his neck, some fell from the sky and stabbed his crown, and the more excessive one was probably the earth-type spiritual power. A knife broke out of the ground directly under his feet!

All at once, he had very few escape routes left.

 “Wind is everywhere on land. You change the original trajectory of the wind of any magic weapon that wants to get close to you.”

Lu Yuanyi’s cold voice sounded in his mind through the sound transmission technique.

“At the same time, the wind can also change their trajectory.”

In a flash, Shen Leyan suddenly raised his head, arched his body and retreated several steps. Two butterfly darts crossed and passed by the skin of his neck. He could almost feel the bone-chilling coldness on them.

Before he could catch his breath, the long sword coming towards his heart on the left also changed direction with his movement. The blade cut the air in front of him, and there was a faint electric light covering the tip of the sword.

Wind–

The boy turned around, and the tip of the sword seemed to be suddenly blocked by something. The tip of the sword trembled and deflected to the side by an invisible amplitude, which was barely avoided by the boy.

 If there were any Yuanying-stage cultivators here, they would have seen the moment the boy moved. The chaotic wind-type spiritual power that was not yet able to be flexibly mobilized around him barely moved the long sword for a moment, which caused the tip of the sword to shift.

“Good!!!”

The onlookers cheered.

The cultivators who beat him felt that it was a bit embarrassing that they, foundation-building cultivators, had not beaten the Qi-refining cultivator down for so long, and stopped remotely controlling the magic weapons.

The earth-type spiritual power shouted loudly, and a thick layer of stone armor suddenly appeared on his chest. He rushed towards Shen Leyan like a brown bear!