The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Although Lu Chennian was not close to these fellow disciples, he was still from the same sect, and he could not just watch Yu Yi die here.

But he forgot. He is no longer the most powerful immortal king in the three realms, but an ordinary person with no magic power.

Even though he still remembered those moves, he had only practiced them for less than two months since he woke up, and he hadn't even developed any internal strength. These moves are just some showmanship, and it is impossible to resist Huang Fugui, who has already fallen into a state of madness.

After a few rounds, he was choked by Huang Fugui. The villagers who were lying aside picked up various farm tools and red-tasseled guns and rushed towards Huang Fugui to save him.

He, the dignified Immortal Lord, was actually saved by a mortal today.

The villagers were not afraid. After being knocked down by Huang Fugui, they stood up and fought with it again. Several government officials who knew martial arts stepped forward and hugged Huang Fugui's limbs, but it was too strong and they couldn't hold it down and was thrown out.

At this moment, everyone heard a "swish" sound, and then a simple knife flew from a distance and stabbed Huang Fugui's chest.

Jiang Zhixia was very puzzled, "It's just a yellow father ghost, how can it be so powerful? This is too embarrassing for its kind." Then she said to the class leader: "You still use the real sword, isn't it too heavy?"

"I thought I could ward off evil spirits in peacetime."

"Then why are you hiding it? It took a long time to find this thing."

"Because it's not very useful..."

Before the class leader finished speaking, Huang Fugui's roar came to his ears again: "How dare you do this to me." It looked at Zheng Caiyue behind the class leader, "Is this how you repay my love for you? Liar."

"I don't know you!" Zheng Caiyue almost cried.

It ran towards Zheng Caiyue.

Jiang Zhixia rushed to it, held the hilt of the simple knife that was still stuck in its chest, and pressed it against it, "The leader will teach you one thing, those who stalk you will not get true love."

After saying that, she drew out her sword and slashed at Huang Fugui.

At this time, Jiang Zhixia seemed to be a different person, full of murderous intent, not at all as approachable as usual. The plain knife weighing thirty to forty pounds was as light as nothing in her hand. She danced the Pu Dao as if she was controlling a certain part of her body with ease. Her moves are not too showy, but they are deadly, always attacking Huang Fugui's vital points.

Huang Fugui couldn't resist, so he retreated to avoid Pu Dao, but Jiang Zhixia turned around and kicked him back a few steps.

Jiang Zhixia held a simple knife in her hand, the blade rushed down, and looked straight at Huang Fugui with an expressionless face.

Father Huang was terrified: This woman had no magic power, and he had already been forced back by her murderous intent. If she had magic power, it wouldn't be able to withstand a few of her moves.

If it were before, it would still be a little more fearful. But ever since it got the thing in its belly that day, it dared to fight with the real god when he came.

Jiang Zhixia didn't know what it was thinking. She just lamented that the knife was too ordinary, otherwise Huang's ghost would have been hacked to death by her.

She sighed deeply in her heart and looked at Lu Chennian who was lying on the roadside, "Are you a virgin?"

Lu Chennian's pupils dilated, and he pointed at Pu Dao and asked her, "You don't want to use this to draw blood, do you?"

If the knife goes down, not to mention whether the wound can stop bleeding, even survival is a problem.

Jiang Zhixia laughed and said, "That's what I thought." Then she raised the knife horizontally, held the edge of the knife with her hand, and slashed her palm.

"What's that shiny thing in your belly?" she asked.

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm just curious. Forget it, it's the same if I put aside your stomach." After saying that, Jiang Zhixia picked up the knife again and stepped forward. The blood-stained Pu knife was a little more powerful than before, and could easily cut through Huang Fugui's skin.

A cold light flashed, and Huang Fugui's arms were cut off by her.

Before it could even bother to cry out in pain, it was besieged by villagers again. They attacked it with fire, exploded it with gunpowder, and poured filth upon it.

If it were an ordinary monster, it would have died hundreds of times. But this time Huang Fugui had that strange thing to rely on and was not afraid of these at all. He was beaten black and blue and could still fight against everyone.

If this is the case, I will chop off your Tianling Cap to see what is in your stomach. Jiang Zhixia thought so, using her knife as a support, she jumped up and kicked it in the chest.

Father Huang staggered a few steps and bent down.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Zhixia held the knife in both hands and flew up to slash the monster's Tianling Cap.

"Xiao Liu, don't confront me head-on!" Yu Yi didn't know what that thing was, but Jiang Zhixia was afraid that if she attacked it directly like this, it would be eroded by her magic power. But it was too late for him to warn him, and he saw that the tip of the knife had already touched Huang Fugui's head.

Suddenly, several thunderbolts struck down, and everyone looked for a place to take shelter.

Jiang Zhixia was gently lifted up by a ball of blue light, and then landed on the open space aside.

A figure appeared in mid-air. The man was wearing a black brocade robe. He raised his hand slightly, and the luminous object in Huangfugui's dantian flew out of its body and fell into his hand.

Without that thing for support, Huang Fugui was quickly defeated and captured by the people.

"Don't kill it. Go back and tie it to the pillar and wait for me. After you ask questions, burn it to death." Jiang Zhixia shouted to the villagers.

The man fell from the air and came to Jiang Zhixia with a very ugly expression on his face, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you chop it with your knife?"

Jiang Zhixia shook her feet, looked aside with disdain, and said nonchalantly: "I don't know."

"you!"

"Zhenjun Zhaoheng, calm down." Yu Yi hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "The head of my family always acts recklessly, she has no other intentions."

Lu Chennian looked him up and down and felt that he looked very familiar. Yu Yi called him Zhenjun Zhaoheng. Could it be that he was Xie Zezhi, the last immortal who became a saint and ascended to heaven?

Does he know Jiang Zhixia?

Xie Zezhi's tone was slightly cold, "That thing on Huang Fugui's body, if you go head-to-head with it, both sides will suffer."

"It's just a loss for both sides, and I won't die. I make a profit."

"you!"

"Zhenjun Zhaoheng, don't be angry. Our leader speaks eloquently and doesn't express what she means. She doesn't mean that, she means... it's worth sacrificing your life for the sake of the people!" Yu Yi got a headache when she saw the two of them together. .

Xie Zezhi, a humble gentleman among the three realms, is gentle and courteous to others. Every time I meet their leader, he seems to be a different person. His expression is always a bit indifferent but he loves to "debate" with their leader.

Their leader is even stranger.

Xie Ze's face is like a crown jade and his appearance is dignified. Yu Yi, a male immortal, sometimes feels a little jealous when she sees his face. However, their boss said that Xie Zezhi looked like a boy and a girl, making him want to vomit just looking at it.

These two must have been enemies in their previous life.

It's just that these fellow disciples have suffered a lot, and every time they have to help their leader to make amends.

"As the head of Lingqing Sect, how can you be so reckless in doing things!?"

"I'm not a fool, and I definitely won't do something that would hurt both sides." Jiang Zhixia turned her face to meet his eyes, as if correcting her attitude, and said very seriously: "I have already calculated it, I will jump The distance up is just enough to control the knife to hit its luminous part, and then I take this opportunity to take things out of its dantian..."

Xie Zezhi picked up the knife and weighed it, his face became even more ugly, "How can you control the weight of this knife in the air?"

"Want to know? Become my teacher and I'll tell you." Jiang Zhixia was a little curious when she saw the glowing thing in Xie Zezhi's hand, so she leaned over to take a look, "What's in that ghost's Dantian?"

He put away the things, "Want to know? Become my teacher and I will tell you."

"I don't know enough to know." She turned away.

Xie Zezhi was slightly startled when he saw the hairpin on her head.

When he was silent, Jiang Zhixia attacked him first, "What are you doing here? Do you want to take credit? It's useless for me to tell you. Everyone knows that this matter has nothing to do with you. If you don't come, this monster will die sooner or later. In hand."

"I don't want to take your meager credit. I have my own things to do, and not everyone will lie in the hall and not go out."

When Jiang Zhixia heard this, she rolled up her arms and sleeves, "Do you believe that I will beat you to tears today? If you have the ability, don't use magic..."

"Master! Master!"

"Have you received an invitation to the appreciation meeting in eight months?" Xie Zezhi said coolly, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Yi holding Jiang Zhixia's hand, "If you still want your sect's things back..."

"I was wrong! Mr. Zhenjun. You don't remember the faults of villains. Please forgive me this time." Jiang Zhixia immediately surrendered, "I am young and ignorant. Seeing that we have been classmates for a short time, you can do it." I did not say anything."

Xie Zezhi snorted coldly, said something about taking care of himself, and then disappeared.

Jiang Zhixia was so angry that she turned to Lu Chennian and Yu Yi to accuse Xie Zezhi of his "crime", "What do you think is so great about him! Can't you even tell me? If he hadn't caught up with the good times, he could have become the number one male immortal." Really? I can fight eight people like him! He is just relying on himself being in the Heavenly Palace and not having to worry about his spiritual energy for a short time. If the temple falls down in a hundred years, I wonder if he still dares to be so arrogant!"

"Zhenjun Zhaoheng was also concerned about you just now..." Yu Yi wanted to help them make peace.

Jiang Zhixia put her hands on her hips and cursed, "He cares about me? Every time he sees me, it's like I owe him thirty cents. Is this called caring about me? I think he hates me to death. Let me tell you, this man is sanctimonious. I've never done any personnel work.

He is petty, angry, rigid, uses chicken feathers as arrows, has a mean mouth, poisonous hands, and a cruel heart..."

Jiang Zhixia felt a chill behind her as she cursed. Looking at Yu Yi's expression, she saw a familiar shadow reflected in the open space next to him.

"...Don't let me hear the above rumors about Zhenjun Zhaoheng a second time. I will never let you go again!" She turned around and smiled flatteringly at Xie Zezhi, "Oh~ This is not Zhaoheng True Lord? You haven’t left yet?”

"I suddenly remembered something, so I came back."

"When did you come back?"

"From the time of 'In another hundred years, I wonder if he will still dare to be so arrogant'."

The smile on her face froze instantly.

"Actually, it's all a misunderstanding..."

Xie Zezhi didn't argue with her and just said: "Three hundred miles to the south from here, I heard from my subordinates that they saw your Fourth Senior Sister appear."

"Thank you, Lord Zhaoheng." Jiang Zhixia bowed deeply to him, "You are my god. When I get back, I will set up a separate longevity tablet for you and enshrine it in our main hall. Come to Lingqing Sect to eat pickled vegetables when you have time. "

Xie Zezhi gave her a white look, healed the injury on her hand, and left in the clouds.