Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

The caravan meandered through the valley like a slowly wriggling giant python.

The fat businessman in the lead seemed unaware of the impending danger and was still immersed in his own world, enjoying the upcoming huge profits.

However, just as the caravan was about to enter the narrow area of ​​the valley, Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan jumped down from the cliffs on both sides like ghosts, at such a speed that people were caught off guard.

"Do it!"

Zhou Yiqiao let out a low shout, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The sword light was as fast as lightning, pointing directly at the core area of ​​the caravan.

Liu Xuan followed closely behind, the magic weapon in his hand also emitting a dazzling light. The two of them cooperated with each other tacitly, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

The guards in the caravan reacted instantly, drawing their weapons and preparing to fight.

But the strength of Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan was far beyond their expectations. Wherever the sword light passed, the guards fell down one after another, and no one could stop them.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire caravan was completely disrupted. In the chaos, the caravan members could not gather into a formation at all and became a mess.

Zhou Yiqiao took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, controlling the Netherworld Demon Sword and attacking the guards who were strong but disorganized.

Liu Xuan was even more courageous. The magic weapon in his hand was unstoppable. Blood splattered wherever the sword passed. The guards fell to the ground quickly like harvested wheat.

In just half an incense stick of time, the caravan was cleared out, leaving only a small number of guards lingering on.

In the center of the caravan, Zhou Yiqiao stood proudly in front of everyone, with blood dripping from the Netherworld Demon Sword, dyeing the ground red.

Next to the fat businessman, a man in white was kneeling on the ground, spitting blood and looking painful.

This was the only remaining guard leader in the caravan. He tried to escape just now, but was intercepted by Zhou Yiqiao, who cut off his arms with the Netherworld Demon Sword.

The guards around looked at Zhou Yiqiao and the other man in horror, not daring to move.

The fat businessman was the one in charge, so even though he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he had no choice but to step forward and speak in a trembling voice.

"Two...two seniors, we are just doing some small business. We hope that the heroes will show mercy and let us go."

Zhou Yiqiao sneered, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and he said lightly.

"Let you go? Ask yourself, can you swear that you don't know who you are working for?"

The fat businessman's face froze. He obviously didn't expect the other party to reveal his background so directly.

He hesitated for a moment, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and tried to impress Zhou Yiqiao with a more sincere attitude.

However, a hint of disdain flashed in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes; he had already seen through the businessman's tricks.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the law of the jungle, hypocrisy and sincerity often cannot escape the eyes of high-level cultivators.

Just as the fat businessman was about to say something, a low chant suddenly sounded in the valley, accompanied by a mysterious power fluctuation, and the entire space seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Which monk dares to act wildly here!"

The angry shout was like a spring thunder, which hurt people's eardrums.

As the voice fell, a white figure dropped from the sky and landed in front of the caravan.

The visitor was a white-haired old man, wearing a simple Taoist robe and holding a green bamboo staff. He had an immortal look and extraordinary aura.

The old man's eyes were as cold as ice. He swept across Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan, and finally stopped on the fat businessman.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble on the territory of my Bailuan tribe?"

When the fat businessman saw the old man, the fear on his face instantly turned into surprise, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"I am a disciple of the Grand Elder of Qinjian Villa. These thieves suddenly attacked us. I beg you to help me!"

Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan looked at each other and realized that the person in front of them was probably the caravan reinforcement they were so wary of.

Sure enough, when the old man heard this, his brows slightly frowned, and his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Zhou Yiqiao and the others.

he snapped.

"How dare you, the evildoers, trespass into our holy land. You deserve to die! Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens and get rid of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man tapped the ground with his toes, leaped into the air, and waved the emerald green bamboo stick in his hand.

A powerful spiritual energy roared out like a giant dragon and rushed straight towards Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan.

Facing such a hypocritical person, Zhou Yiqiao sneered, and then he and Liu Xuan flashed and avoided the powerful spiritual attack.

Although both of them were quite powerful, they were still intimidated when facing this old man from the Bailuan clan.

As a demon cultivator who specializes in physical cultivation, he can launch such a powerful spiritual attack, which shows how powerful the old man in front of him is.

However, Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan were not unprepared.

Luring out the guards behind the caravan was the established goal of Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan.

Seeing the old man from the Bailuan tribe appear at this moment, Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan’s mission was finally completed.

A murderous intent suddenly rose from Zhou Yiqiao and Liu Xuan. Their bodies swayed and they disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

The two men were unable to confirm whether there were other monks secretly watching the old man from behind, so they went all out when they attacked.

The two men reappeared, standing on either side of the old man, one on the left and one on the right. Each of them held a long sword in their hand and swung out several sword qi.

The sword energy cut through the sky and shot towards the old man like a meteor.

There was a hint of surprise in the old man's eyes. He obviously didn't expect that the two young men could approach him so quickly and launch such a fierce attack.

He moved his body slightly, and with a light wave of his bamboo stick, he dispersed the several sword energies one by one.

But at this moment, Zhou Yiqiao's figure disappeared again, and appeared behind the old man in the blink of an eye.

The surging sword intent surged out from the Netherworld Demon Sword and in an instant condensed into a huge sword light, slashing down at the old man's head.

Zhou Yiqiao used all his strength in this attack. Wherever the sword passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The old man's face changed drastically, and he obviously realized the horror of this attack. He hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body and gathered it on the bamboo stick in his hand.

As he shouted loudly, a dazzling light burst out from the bamboo stick, colliding fiercely with Zhou Yiqiao's sword.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the whole valley trembled.

The sword light and the light intertwined, erupting into a strong energy wave that submerged everything around it.

When the light faded, Zhou Yiqiao was seen moving slightly, while the old man from the Bailuan clan turned pale, obviously having suffered a great loss in the previous fight.

"Damn it!"

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and shouted towards the dense forest on his side.

"How long are you guys going to hide? Come out and help me!"

As his voice fell, there was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and then several figures jumped out of the forest and landed beside the old man.