You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

However, after Zhao Ritian ran out of the small building, he was ashamed and angry at the same time. He sacrificed the flying sword, regardless of whether his skills were mature, and directly turned into a red light and rushed to the sky.

As soon as he moved, all the ghosts and monsters hiding in the mountains followed, and for a while, the sky was extremely lively, among the rolling clouds, many flying swords came and went.

It's not that there are many Golden Core monks in this place, but I heard that there are treasures in this mountain, which can make people cultivate quickly. I also heard that a young man in his early twenties has cultivated a mid-stage Golden Core. In addition to demons and heretics, the legend is mixed with various temptation factors. Therefore, no matter whether it is righteous or evil, everyone wants to get a share of it.

However, the small building's enchantment is too strong, they can't get in because they are circling outside, and Zhao Ritian will come out by himself, they naturally don't want to let it go.

Zhao Ritian took the lead and flew up into the sky. The strong wind rushed towards his face and blew past his face. The heat from his body was taken away, and Zhao Ritian calmed down a little.

When he reacted, it was already hard to get off.

There are more than a dozen sword lights behind him, and his cultivation base is no worse than him. He is alone, and those people are in groups...

Zhao Ritian realized that the situation was not good for him, and his heart sank, what should he do now?

Just keep flying forward like this, there will always be a time when the strength is exhausted.

But Qianli Transsion asked Master for help, but he was not reconciled.

That's right, Master doesn't want him anymore, so why is he still struggling, he might as well have a quick fight with these villains who covet the small building, life and death are fate, success or failure is in the sky.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ritian suddenly became enlightened. He suddenly stopped his sword and flew towards the town below. With his feet on the top of a glazed pagoda, he raised his head proudly and shouted to the dozen or so golden core monks floating in the air: "Xiao Xiao! The disciples, suffer death!"

"Oh!"

Half an hour later, Zhao Ritian fell face to face in the mud like a dead dog, unable to get up.

Only then did he realize that impulsiveness is not sudden enlightenment, and seeking death is not considered bravery.

But it was too late.

Those strange and greedy faces, with disgusting smiles that fulfilled their wishes, gathered around him, and they were still approaching. Some people lifted his clothes and tried to find treasures from him, and some insulted and abused him with their feet. Step on his calf.

"Where's the secret book of cultivation? Hurry up and hand it over!"

"Monster, hand over the treasure, and spare you!"

When had Zhao Ritian been insulted like this?

Although his body was too wounded to move, his eyes glared at these people viciously, until someone crouched down, caressed his face playfully, and tried to put his fingers into his mouth.

Zhao Ritian didn't know what these people wanted to do, and he didn't understand that in the eyes of some people, torturing the unyielding could gain pleasure. He always thought that the kind of intimate contact that should happen between lovers has now become an attack. arms.

"Don't tell me, huh?" Someone grabbed Zhao Ritian's neckline and pulled his upper body up. Zhao Ritian narrowed his eyes, blood was streaming from his forehead, and his eyelashes were covered, and he had to use force to see this person's face clearly—a fat brain , with a face full of flesh, it's better not to see clearly, "This little fairy is quite beautiful."

With a "chi la", a big hole was torn open in the clothes, exposing half of the body.

Zhao Ritian froze for a moment, suddenly all kinds of anger rose from his heart, how dare they treat him like this?

"Aren't you afraid of creating bad karma, and your soul will be scattered in the future?" Zhao Ritian asked with an angry look.

He was answered with laughter.

"Little goblin, I didn't expect you to be smart. You are a fool. You are a demon heretic. We beat you, scolded you, and even killed you. We are doing the right way for the heaven. We plant good causes and reap good fruits. Feisheng, how could it be possible for your soul to fly away."

"Hahahahaha..."

The principles that Master said will not work among these people.Obviously it is the so-called cultivation of the true way, but it hurts people and steals treasures, bullies the few with the more, and mixes with the evil ways... It is completely different from what Master said.

That being the case, why did he stick to the righteous way?If evil ways can make him live, if evil ways can make these people in front of him kneel down and beg him for mercy, then why not?

With a single thought, the ray of magic breath in Zhao Ritian's body quickly grew and swelled, penetrated into the meridian blood, and traveled for a circle in an instant. When it returned to the sea of ​​​​qi, it was already filled with black mist.

The corners of Zhao Ritian's eyes were covered with haze, and there were a few streaks of scarlet evil spirit on his originally smooth and fair forehead.

"Hey, this kid—"

"Oh!"

The fat hand that was close to Zhao Ritian's neck suddenly exploded to pieces, blood mist sprayed, spots of bright red fell on Zhao Ritian's already stunningly gorgeous face, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with a smile.

Seeing the change in the situation, all the monks took a few steps back in shock. Zhao Ritian stood up from the mud and shook his clothes, only to see a black robe with dark gold patterns appear out of thin air. Tall and straight, with arrogance.

Zhao Ritian seemed to have changed into a different person suddenly, the childishness on his face was swept away, leaving only a fierce and fierce aura, he stretched out his hand, and two black air suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, following like a shadow, quickly entangled the two monks in front of him , these two monks didn't even have time to struggle, they were sucked into Zhao Ritian's hands, and the endless spiritual power rushed out of their bodies, and all of them were sucked into Zhao Ritian's palm. Haidu shrunk, and his face was even paler, like a dead person.

"Demon, no, real person, please forgive us, we know we are wrong!"

"Really, you hold your hands high... do me a favor!"

"Help me!!"

Zhao Ritian inhaled happily, and felt the spiritual power surging in the sea of ​​Qi, the wounds on his body healed quickly, his limbs and bones were full of strength, and it was indescribably smooth and refreshing.

In the past, the spiritual power that could only be accumulated after a year and a half of hard training with the master was obtained in an instant. This kind of pleasure was something Zhao Ritian had never experienced before.He sucked up the two in his hands, threw them aside, and went to catch the other monks who were running away.

On Saturday, following Zhao Ritian's aura, he arrived under the glazed pagoda. A group of dying cultivators were already lying on the ground. On Saturday, he felt a strong demonic breath rushing towards his face. He hurriedly released his spiritual sense to look for Zhao Ritian. Came here to take Zhao Ritian away?That would be bad.

On Saturday, he never expected that the "devil head" with a strong magic breath was his precious apprentice.

When Zhao Ritian was found on Saturday, Zhao Ritian had already hidden his magic aura, and the ink-colored robe with dark gold patterns also disappeared, revealing his tattered uniform.

In order to make himself look more miserable, Zhao Ritian deliberately cut a few wounds, grabbed some dirt and patted his face.

He sat sideways behind a big locust tree. The branches of the big locust tree just blocked him, but they couldn't block Saturday's spiritual consciousness.

On Saturday, he immediately stepped up the hillside and came to the big locust tree. When he saw half a piece of tattered clothes stained with blood, his heart seemed to be violently stirred by a sharp weapon. It was all because he was late. Why did Zhao Ritian run away? After driving, don't you immediately go after him?

"It's okay, Master is here." Said softly on Saturday, walking around the tree, he saw Zhao Ritian with mottled scars and ashes on his face, only those eyes were still bright and clear with tears of grievance, but such a Come on, it looks even more pitiful and heartbreaking.

Saturday bent down, wanting to probe Zhao Ritian's veins, but Zhao Ritian hid his hands.

"Ritian, be good, let Master take a look at your injuries." Kneeling on one knee next to Zhao Ritian on Saturday, he tried to soften his tone and comfort him, "Tell Master who hit you, and Master will take revenge for you, okay?" good?"

Zhao Ritian bit his lip and thought in his heart: I have sucked up all the bullies, so you don't need to worry about them, but the one who bullies me the most is right in front of my eyes.

Seeing that Zhao Ritian was still silent, he had no choice but to cast a healing spell on Saturday to treat his trauma first, then untie his robe and wrap him up.

"Master, don't be so nice to me, or I will misunderstand." Zhao Ritian turned his head and said stubbornly.

"Ritian, Master didn't make it clear. There are many things that Master didn't teach you... You only have Master in your life, so you mistakenly think that you like Master. It's not your fault. Come on, let's go back. Go back and talk slowly." Saturday got close to Zhao Ritian, and seeing that he didn't resist anymore, he hugged him.

Zhao Ritian's heart thumped, how could he not know what it's like to like someone, so the master didn't accept him, probably because he was too naive before.

If he grows up to be strong enough to be stronger than the master, wouldn't the master not reject him?It is also true that the strengths of the two sides of the double cultivation must be equal, so that it is beneficial to both parties, otherwise, between him and the master, the master will always take care of him and accommodate him.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Ritian became more certain of his mind that he wanted to practice magic skills.The right way can do evil, and the evil way can also do good. As long as the strength is strong enough to achieve the goal, there is no difference between cultivating demons and immortals.

However, there is no need to report this matter to Master.

"Let's move." On the way back, Sat said to Zhao Ritian.

Zhao Ritian was stunned: "Why?"

"The small building has been missed by people," said Saturday, "it is better to leave than to stay there as a target for others."

"But... isn't Master unwilling to abandon the small building?"

"It's a matter of seriousness. Even if you miss something, you can't stop moving forward. I've made up my mind. Let's move to the city, hide our names, and live the lives of ordinary people." Saturday laughed.

"Can I practice in the city?" Zhao Ritian doubted.

"The big hermit lives in the city. You can live in seclusion in the city. Why can't you practice?"

Zhao Ritian hugged Saturday's shoulders, and said with attachment: "As long as you are with Master, it doesn't matter where you go."