Seeking the Way of Immortality

"Hey, this Biwen Sect has harmed countless people! Now it doesn't even spare ordinary people. It's simply outrageous!"

"What a pity! This little girl is such a good prospect!"

"Who wouldn't say anything? Look at that man directly ignoring the man in coarse linen clothes. I'm afraid he won't even let the woman in blue go."

"Hmph, you are not the one to comment on what we do in the Biwen Sect!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, filled with coercion, and said coldly to the people around him.

"Oh, they can't comment, I wonder if I can?" Wu Zheng walked over, ignoring the pressure of the middle-aged monk, his eyes were flat, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank: "Humph, it turns out we are the same people."

"Daddy, beat him." Wu Xueting yelled.

"Hehehe, little girl, you will know how good I am when I kill your father later!" the middle-aged monk said with an arrogant smile.

"Biwen Sect, that sect three hundred miles north of Mocheng?" Wu Zheng said suddenly.

"Hmph, it's good to know. Leave your wife and daughter behind and get out of here." The middle-aged monk said proudly.

Wu Zheng ignored him and continued: "The sect is not big. It covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles and has three peaks. There is one great monk in the late Yuanying stage, two in the middle stage of Yuanying, and three in the early stage of Yuanying. , including you, there should be four, in addition there are twenty Golden elixir monks, one hundred and thirty-five Foundation-building monks, five hundred and eighty-three Qi-refining monks, and there are also some prisoners in the sect's prison. Several mortal women and some children, there is a middle-grade spiritual vein under the sect, and a third-grade spiritual spring, am I right? "

As Wu Zheng finished speaking, there were gasps from all around, and the middle-aged monk's face turned ugly. The man in front of him actually explained the situation of his sect in detail.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked coldly, filled with true energy.

"It doesn't matter who he is, what's important is that you can't offend him!" Wu Zheng said calmly to the middle-aged monk.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that this young man in coarse linen clothes would dare to challenge the Biwen Sect, and he could move forward and retreat freely under the pressure of the Biwen Sect monks. It seems that this person is not a simple character!

"Hmph, since we are of the same kind, I will spare your life today."

When the middle-aged monk saw that Wu Zheng was not afraid of his pressure, he knew that this person was not simple, and his spiritual sense could clearly observe things within four hundred miles, which meant that this person's strength was not inferior to him, so he let him go. With a harsh word, he turned to leave.

"Without my consent, take a step and let me see!"

As Wu Zheng finished speaking, the overwhelming pressure hooded the middle-aged monk's head, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.

The middle-aged monk's face changed suddenly. He didn't expect that he would encounter a ruthless person today, and that person's pressure had a tendency to make him surrender.

At that moment, the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Fellow Taoist, I have offended you just now, please forgive me!"

There is no way, no one is strong in the situation, we can only give in!

"If you cut off your own arm, you will avoid death!"

"Doing this, fellow Taoist, is a bit aggressive!" The middle-aged monk looked ugly, but he did not dare to show any resistance.

"Hmph, if I didn't have the strength at this time, I think my wife and daughter would be worse off than dead if they fell into your hands!" Wu Zheng said disdainfully.

"Fellow Taoist, you haven't lost anything, why bother offending the Biwen Sect?" the middle-aged man persuaded.

"Hahahaha, Biwen Sect, I haven't taken it seriously yet." Wu Zheng laughed suddenly, his voice suddenly turned cold, and the air around him also dropped a lot in an instant.

The middle-aged monk felt it most clearly, and he even felt like he couldn't hold it any longer.

"Hmph, you are so courageous, how dare you ignore my Biwen Sect!"

An old man came through the air, stood in front of the middle-aged man, and looked at Wu Zheng coldly.

"I thought I sensed my consciousness, so you have to pretend not to know!" Wu Zheng still had the same expression, without any change.

Although the people on the other side of the city gate noticed the movement here, they did not show any sign of it and just looked at it coldly.

Things like this happen every day, and they have long been accustomed to it.

Just when the old man was about to speak, Wu Zheng moved. His figure was like lightning, turning into afterimages. He put his fingers together and took it towards the middle-aged monk's head.

"Shu Zi, you dare!"

The old man was furious and scolded loudly!

But it's too late! The middle-aged man was just a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he was still a fairly ordinary being. He was no match for Wu Zheng's full blow. What's more, he didn't have any defenses at this time. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. How dare this person attack him in front of the old man.

‘Pfft! ’

The sound of piercing the head sounded, and the soul was extinguished.

A small hole as thick as a thumb appeared on the middle-aged man's head, with blood flowing out and it was particularly conspicuous.

A ray of black soul light entered Wu Zheng's body without anyone seeing it. Wu Zheng clearly felt that the Huntian Cauldron in the sea of ​​consciousness moved.

In anger, the old man struck out boldly and struck Wu Zheng directly on the back. However, Wu Zheng seemed to have eyes on his back and struck back without looking back.

'Bang! ’

The two of them both retreated, Wu Zheng took two steps back, and the old man took three steps back. The old man struck with all his strength, and Wu Zheng blocked it casually. Which one was higher and which one was lower was clear at a glance.

"Hiss! How is it possible? Shan Yuanju was killed by him in one move, and Wu Zhiming was not his opponent." A cultivator in the distance said in shock.

"My goodness, Wu Zhiming is a great cultivator in the late Yuanying period!"

"Who wouldn't say that? It seems that Biwen Sect is doomed this time!"

"Not necessarily, Biwen Sect still has some foundation."

"That man was dressed ordinary, but I didn't expect him to be a master of the same level as Wu Zhiming. He killed Shan Yuanju with a wave of his hand. He is really a ruthless character!" Everyone discussed with a serious look.

Wu Zhiming's face trembled, and he said coldly: "Hmph, I will kill you."

As Wu Zhiming's voice fell, a Yuanqi lightsaber shot towards Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng's face did not change, and he shook his hand with a Gengjin sword energy, which directly collided with the Yuanqi lightsaber. It was evenly matched and evenly matched.

"Hmph, you can do it!"

The two of them confronted each other, and neither could do anything to the other for a while. Wu Zheng's origin was mysterious, and his aura was elusive. Even in the battle, he was very mysterious. Seeing that he could fight Wu Zhiming to a draw, everyone thought he was also a late Nascent Soul cultivator!

Wu Zheng smiled coldly, without much fear in his heart. The last time he fought with Yang Ling, it was an accident. Who would have thought that he would be so determined to self-destruct his domain? Not every great cultivator can have a domain. Biwen Sect is just a small sect. Wu Zheng just provoked it casually. The two mid-Nascent Soul cultivators of the sect did not appear, but instead attracted the only late great cultivator.