C722 Qiwen Saved Him
C722 Qiwen Saved Him
Feng Yimo turned around. Just as he was about to go down the mountain, a figure flashed in front of him. Zhuang Jinlian appeared in front of him. She smiled and said, "Liu Duansheng, Second Young Master asked me to bring you back." After she finished speaking, without waiting for Feng Yimo to respond, she grabbed Feng Yimo's shoulder with her left hand. Like a little chicken, she carried Feng Yimo into the sky.
Feng Yimo sighed in his heart. Second Young Master was indeed merciful. He had sent someone to rescue these warriors. As the young master of the Prefecture, it was rare for him to be so magnanimous.
However, after flying for a while, Feng Yimo realized that Zhuang Jinlian was not heading towards the border of Yueping Prefecture. Instead, she was heading in the direction of the demonic beasts.
Doubts rose in his heart as he asked Zhuang Jinlian, "Master, where are we going?"
"Don't be so long-winded. I will send you to a safe place!" Zhuang Jinlian said impatiently and sped up.
According to Feng Yimo's estimation, the two of them had already left the place for more than 1200 miles. Zhuang Jinlian probably didn't have any good intentions. She hurriedly casted the Great Wisdom Eye and looked at Zhuang Jinlian. She was both shocked and angry at the same time.
It turned out that Zhuang Jinlian had received the secret order from the wife of the Prefecture Master, the jade-faced Lang Junjun, asking her to find an opportunity to get rid of him in secret while she was on her way to the Zixia Mountain.
As expected, a woman's heart was the most poisonous. In order to ensure that everything was seamless, Zhuang Jinlian pretended to be the hand of a demon beast and got rid of him. She didn't have any responsibility at all!
Feng Yimo secretly gathered his strength, clenched his right fist, and waited for Zhuang Jinlian to throw him to the group of demon beasts. Then, he used the power of nine dragons to punch her! He believed that even if she was at the late stage of the Soul Formation Stage, she would not be able to withstand the force of four hundred thousand kilograms.
Seeing a large group of demonic beasts appearing in front of him, Zhuang Jinlian let out a hideous laugh. She was about to let go of Feng Yimo's left hand. Just as Feng Yimo was about to attack, he suddenly saw another strange figure appearing on Zhuang Jinlian's back. With a gentle push of his hand, Zhuang Jinlian, who was a late stage Soul Formation cultivator, broke into pieces without even making a sound. Even the Nascent Infant in her body was broken into pieces. Her entire body turned into dozens of broken corpses that fell to the ground.
Qiwen coldly harrumphed. With a wave of her small hand, a wave of spiritual energy swept over and wrapped around the falling Storage Ring and Feng Yimo. She landed on the mountain below. With her hands behind her back, she looked into the distance without saying a word.
Feng Yimo's heart was filled with mixed feelings. He never thought that Qiwen would actually save him. However, he pretended to be very shocked, "Little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl... ... No, no, Senior, you, you are a cultivator?"
Qiwen still did not speak. She did not turn her head. With a wave of her hand, Feng Yimo felt a huge force. He flew down from the top of the mountain and landed steadily at the foot of the mountain. "Hurry up and go in the opposite direction to save your companion."
Qiwen's voice was old but not strict. It was even a little gentle. "This old one saved you once but could not always stay by your side. You need to be more careful in the future."
"Thank you, Senior!" Feng Yimo cupped his hands and bowed. He ran away from the road.
Who would have thought that he would run into a horned horse after running for more than a hundred miles? When the stalactites saw Feng Yimo, they let out a cheerful neigh and ran over. Their huge heads kept rubbing against Feng Yimo's body.
Feng Yimo turned around and mounted it. The Chestnut Horse let go of its six hooves and galloped away. It was very happy. It liked Feng Yimo very much. At the critical moment, it allowed itself to run away. It kept pouring in that special Qi to change itself.
In the air, Qiwen followed for a distance. When she saw that there was no danger within a thousand miles, she flashed and disappeared. After killing a late stage Soul Formation Master, she had to give an explanation to the Prefecture Master. It was a pity that the murderer who killed Ren Ningqi did not show himself for more than a month, leaving her helpless. Hence, she had the time to follow behind Feng Yimo and his group without anyone noticing. Moreover, she noticed the unusual movements of the demonic beasts and warned them.
Feng Yimo rode his horse and flew with a relaxed mood. Qiwen being able to rescue him meant that everything she did in Moonlight City had aroused her good impression. Otherwise, why would she, a high and mighty Void Refinement Stage cultivator, be bored and bother with her own matters? It couldn't be that she just happened to pass by, right?
After running for more than seven hundred miles, the Horned Horse was flying at high speed, and a huge shadow appeared in the sky. Feng Yimo raised his head to look, and it was that blue flood dragon that fell from the sky and dyed the blue sky with blood. Seeing that it was about to smash onto his body, he hurriedly pulled the Horned Horse to the side.
Boom!
The ground was smashed by a huge Green Water Flood Dragon, creating a deep pit. Trees were broken and rocks flew everywhere. Dark red blood flowed everywhere. They were only a few feet away from him and the Horned Horse. If they were late, the two of them would have been crushed under the Green Water Flood Dragon. He might have been fine, but the Horned Horse would have been crushed into a meat pie.
Feng Yimo hurriedly looked around. The cultivator who was chasing after the flood dragon did not appear. He quickly rushed to the Green Water Flood Dragon's side and found that it was on the verge of death. It could die at any moment.
He didn't have time to think. With a wave of his hand, a large amount of flood dragon blood was stored into the Sumeru Bracelet in his Dantian. Flood dragons were a type of strange beast that was one step away from transforming into a dragon. The flood dragon blood was close to the dragon blood, and could be used to temper one's body. It was a rare treasure.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of storing the entire flood dragon's corpse. Once that happened, the cultivator chasing after the flood dragon would definitely not give up. He was no match for it now.
Just as he put away the thousand jin flood dragon's blood, a figure flashed in the sky, and the cultivator appeared in an extremely sorry state. At this moment, his entire body was covered in injuries. His robe was in tatters, and he was almost clawed into a beggar's robe by the flood dragon's claws. His aura was weak, and he seemed to have suffered a great blow to his vitality.
When the cultivator saw Feng Yimo, he was slightly stunned. The medicinal Divine Sense swept over the Green Water Flood Dragon's corpse. Seeing that there was nothing missing, he waved his hand and collected the huge corpse. After hesitating for a moment, he slapped his palm towards Feng Yimo.
Feng Yimo turned pale with fright. What was this damn fellow trying to do? Did he offend him? En, he wanted to silence him! The value of a flood dragon's corpse was immeasurable. From a flood dragon to scales, medicinal Demonic Cores, flood dragon blood, and bones, they were all treasures. He didn't want to reveal that he had obtained a complete flood dragon!
Just as the palm was about to land on Feng Yimo's head, a figure appeared beside Feng Yimo, grabbed him behind him, and simultaneously struck out with his palm!
Bang!
When the two palms collided, the person and Feng Yimo were sent flying more than a hundred feet away. Only then did they stagger and fall to the ground.
"Ding Dongqiu, could it be that you are bullying the Hsingyi Mansion because there is no one here?" Qiwen asked with a stern voice.
Feng Yimo was standing next to Qiwen. He could clearly feel that her Qi was in disorder. Although that Void Refinement Late Period warrior was very weak, he was still very weak. She was no match for an early monk.