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

Zhou Yiqiao took off the purple gold gourd hanging from his waist and rubbed it repeatedly as if caressing his beloved.

But if there was someone beside him, they would definitely be able to see that what shines in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes is not the tenderness facing the one he loves, but a strange and unpredictable cold light!

Finally, after the barbarian soldiers were only ten feet away from him, he spoke softly.

"Poison miasma is a method used to fight large-scale enemies, but you, because I always think twice before acting, have never fought against so many enemies at once."

"Now that I have finally indulged myself, it's time for you to feel the battlefield you were supposed to face!"

After speaking, Zhou Yiqiao raised his left arm and held the purple gourd in his hand with one hand.

"Boom~!"

There was a sudden loud noise, the gourd lid was lifted, and billowing yellow-green hot water spurted out.

In an instant, a thick poisonous mist spread, almost covering the entire sky.

The poisonous mist dispersed extremely quickly, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles in the blink of an eye, drowning all the pursuers.

"Ah! I...why did my skin and flesh melt?"

"Help! What the hell is this? Help!"

"Don't kill me! Plow the lonely road and protect your most loyal people!"

However, amid the despair and shrill screams, the area soon fell silent, and except for the thick poisonous mist, there was no living thing.

The poisonous fog gradually dissipated, and Zhou Yiqiao's vision returned to clearness.

Looking at the open space in front of him, Zhou Yiqiao slowly walked to the center of it and looked up at the sky above his head.

Of the hundreds of barbarian monks and their mounts, only the scout suspended high in the sky and the golden bird at his feet were left.

"Thanks to your call, they were able to gather here and let me kill them all at once."

"In exchange, I let you be the last one to return to the embrace of your lonely road. Should you thank me?"

Zhou Yiqiao didn't care whether the barbarian scout who was trying to escape high in the sky heard his voice. After murmuring a few words, his whole body was filled with plague, and he jumped up and rushed towards the barbarian scout.

The fist carrying the poison hit the wings of the golden bird at the scout's feet, and the yellow-green poisonous mist instantly enveloped the raptor like maggots on the tarsal bones.

"Wow!"

The golden bird looked up to the sky and screamed in pain. The severe pain caused it to struggle crazily, trying to get rid of the shackles of the plague.

Unfortunately, it underestimated the power of the plague.

This plague was originally the nemesis of creatures in the Nascent Soul Realm. Later, with the help of Tuoba Qingshan, I wanted to be promoted by leaps and bounds. Even the cultivators who transformed themselves into gods could not avoid it. No matter how powerful this golden bird was, it could not be like this. Poisonous opponent.

In just one breath, the golden bird's life force quickly evaporated, and all its golden feathers carbonized and fell off, leaving only the white bones and rotting corpse falling down.

Immediately following, the scout's life force was quickly drained away, and with a burst of mournful wailing, he fell into the dust under Zhou Yiqiao's cold eyes.

"It's a pity that the poison after promotion is too powerful, and all the low-level storage bags on these barbarians have been completely corroded."

Zhou Yiqiao put away the poisonous fog and spoke in a calm tone, as if he was communicating with his subordinates at Wangu Mountain.

"But except for those second-generation immortals, even most high-level monks will not deliberately use high-level storage bags."

"It seems that if you want to use temperature in the future, you have to pay attention to other people's plagues destroying each other's storage bags."

While whispering, he quickly closed the battlefield, immediately changed his appearance and spiritual pressure, and moved forward again.

After causing such a big commotion, the barbarian monks naturally couldn't let it go.

Fortunately, Zhou Yiqiao did not reveal his position at first, and the barbarians' attention was successfully attracted by him. The valley where Chen Yunhai and others were located had temporarily escaped the crisis.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Zhou Yiqiao no longer stayed within the barbarian's sphere of influence. He gave full play to his abilities at the end of his life, changing his appearance and spiritual strength many times. After spending several months, he finally joined another smuggling caravan. Left the barbarian forces.

......

Windward City.

After half a year, Zhou Yiqiao finally returned here.

Elder Li and others who came after hearing the news welcomed Zhou Yiqiao into the city and exchanged greetings with him.

"Elder Li, don't worry. This disciple stayed there for a long time in order to completely shake off the barbarians. Now he's fine. Don't worry."

Although he said it was okay, Zhou Yiqiao's eyebrows still had a trace of solemnity, as if this action was much more serious than he had originally expected.

The elders of Yingfeng City met Zhou Yiqiao for the first time and did not know that he was a mercenary person. Seeing Zhou Yiqiao's demeanor, they thought he was really so serious.

While they felt indebted, they all wanted to make some compensation.

"Thank you for your hard work, nephew Zhou. Please take a good rest for a few days. I heard that you are an alchemist. What a coincidence. Not long ago, a batch of high-quality spiritual herbs were delivered from the sect."

"I am here to make the decision. Among this batch of spiritual herbs, Nephew Zhou Xian can choose two plants first. This can be regarded as compensation for Nephew Zhou Xian from us old guys!"

Although Zhou Yiqiao secretly thought that several elders were using their money for personal gain, he couldn't help but nodded and agreed to fight it down.

"In this case, the disciple is exhausted physically and mentally from the long journey, so he went down to rest first."

"After the disciples have rested, they will come to formally pay homage to the elders!"

Elder Li nodded.

"Nephew Zhou Xian, go ahead. I have already arranged your residence. The specific location has been told to the kid from Qijian. He will lead you there."

"Thank you very much, elders."

After bidding farewell to a few people, Zhou Yiqiao returned to his accommodation under the leadership of Qijian. He performed a few extremely rare Qiechen surgeries and fell asleep.

Not all what Zhou Yiqiao said to Elder Li and others were lies.

Because he successively killed a large number of barbarian soldiers in the rear of the barbarians, the barbarian monks' interrogation of foreigners became several times more rigorous during this period.

Along the way, he was always tense and did not dare to relax at all. His consciousness was already exhausted under the high level of consumption. Now that he relaxed, he could no longer hold on. He could only rely on the most primitive sleep to restore his current state. Fatigue.

Three days later.

early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the house through the window, Zhou Yiqiao slowly woke up.

After stretching, Zhou Yiqiao performed a set of basic body-building boxing techniques. After crackling his muscles and bones, he pushed the door open and went to meet Elder Li and others in a full spirit.

He met again. It was a small matter to collect the high-quality spiritual herbs promised to him by several elders. The main reason was to formally confirm his future position in Windward City.