The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

"Humph! You dare to kill my Huanxi Sect's disciples in front of me? Don't you think I'm serious?"

Just as Zeng Wenyu was being cautious and alert, a middle-aged man slowly walked down from the sky. He was wearing the same type of clothes as the two people who were killed before, except that the style of his clothes was much more advanced than the two people. This should be the master of those two people, the so-called leader of the Huanxi Sect.

“Haha, Lao Deng, as the saying goes, those who kill will be killed. So? You allow your disciples to bully our village but I can’t kill them?” Zeng Wenyu spread his hands as he looked at the middle-aged man who stood in the air and looked at him after reaching a certain height. “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t make a move just now. You didn’t do anything to me, and I have to thank you. If it weren’t for the pressure you put on me, I wouldn’t be able to break through. So you are the one behind the scenes who facilitated your disciples to be killed by me!”

“You!” The middle-aged man standing in the air changed his expression. He pinched a wind gesture with his right hand, and a scimitar appeared beside him and began to spin around him. “Sharp-tongued! I’ll see if your mouth is the only thing that remains tough after you die!”

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Zeng Wenyu who was standing on the ground, and the scimitar flew towards Zeng Wenyu, spinning. As the scimitar spun faster and faster, it gradually turned into a small tornado with the light of the blade flashing everywhere in the tornado.

After all, the middle-aged man was the leader of the Huanxi Sect, and his attack was not like that of his two disciples before. The tornado with the scimitar enveloped him in the blink of an eye.

Zeng Wenyu's clothes, which were enveloped by the tornado, were already torn and tattered, and long and short wounds began to appear on his body. These wounds were caused by the scimitar in the tornado, but the wounds were not deep. It was not known whether the middle-aged man showed mercy or his attack only caused these injuries.

"Lao Deng, didn't you eat when you came? Is that all the strength you have? The wounds you cut on me with your magic are not as fast as my body's own healing speed!"

"Ha ha……"

"Zhao! Lao Deng, you have no moral principles! How can you attack there!"

"Didn't you say that the speed at which I cut the wound is not as fast as your speed of healing? I just want to see if you can grow a new one if I cut it off! And what is martial ethics? I am the head of the Huanxi Sect. Don't you know what kind of sect Huanxi Sect is? I only attacked your vital points. How can that be considered unethical?"

Is Zeng Wenyu really that relaxed? In fact, he was not as relaxed as he said in the tornado. The speed at which the machete in the tornado cut the wound on his body was indeed not as fast as his self-healing speed. But as time passed, the wound cut by the machete became longer and deeper. Although his body healed quickly, it could not withstand such consumption.

The scimitar kept making "whooshing" sounds inside the tornado. As the speed of the scimitar increased, Zeng Wenyu suffered more and more wounds. His body's self-healing ability could no longer keep up, because before the wounds on his body had fully healed, the scimitar had already cut another wound on his unhealed wound.

Zeng Wenyu took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This situation was very similar to the situation when he used those equipment to practice in the square before. What did he do at that time? He closed his eyes and didn't look at the equipment. He judged where the attack came from by the sound they made when they attacked.

The situation now is almost exactly the same as it was at that time. Zeng Wenyu closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the scimitar spinning in the wind in the tornado. These sounds made the traces of the scimitar flying in the tornado emerge in his mind. He raised his right hand, slightly bent his thumb, index finger and middle finger, waited for a moment, and then grabbed towards the upper left corner.

"Ding! Squeak... buzz..."

The sound of fingers hitting the scimitar, the sound of the scimitar sliding across Zeng Wenyu's hand, and the sound of the scimitar vibrating in his hand after he pinched the scimitar. These three sounds disappeared in an instant, and only the sound of the scimitar's blade vibrating remained.

After grasping the scimitar, Zeng Wenyu walked out of the tornado. His hand holding the scimitar was unharmed, but the scimitar in his hand was in a terrible state. The scimitar, which was made of ordinary iron, stopped shaking suddenly, and the blade began to collapse. As the blade shook, it broke into pieces and shot deeply into the ground.

After opening his eyes again, Zeng Wenyu looked at the middle-aged man who was still standing in mid-air. He threw the remaining fragments of the scimitar in his hand to the side and said, "Your weapon is not good at all. It broke so easily."

Seeing Zeng Wenyu walking out of the tornado, the middle-aged man in mid-air was shocked. He carefully looked at Zeng Wenyu for a few times, and this look made him even more shocked: "You... I will give you a chance. As long as you join my Huanxi Sect, I will forgive you for killing my two disciples before. Otherwise, don't blame me for using my real strength to deal with you!"

Listening to the middle-aged man's stern and restrained words in mid-air, Zeng Wenyu couldn't help feeling speechless. He really didn't expect why the leader of the Huanxi Sect could be so weak. Moreover, he was obviously so scared that his legs began to tremble, but he could still say such words. He felt that this middle-aged man was really thick-skinned.

"Oh? Master Zhang plans to let me, a disciple of Sui Xin Sect, change sects?" A figure slowly appeared beside Zeng Wenyu. She glanced at Zeng Wenyu, spat, flipped her hand, took out a set of clothes and threw it on Zeng Wenyu.

"Huh? Second Senior Sister, why are you..." Just when he said this, he was covered in the face by the clothes thrown by Mu Qiao. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was so busy pretending to be cool that he forgot that the clothes he was wearing could not protect against the attack of the scimitar, so his body was already naked.

He immediately put on the clothes that Mu Qiao threw to him, and then he looked at Mu Qiao who was standing next to him awkwardly.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Qiao glared at him unhappily, then turned to look at the middle-aged man who was still standing in the air, "What? Sect Leader Zhang is still standing there? Is he maintaining his masterly demeanor as the Sect Leader? But it's windy up there, be careful of any gust of wind that might blow you down."

Sect Master Zhang in mid-air came down awkwardly. He looked at Mu Qiao standing next to Zeng Wenyu and bowed, "So it's Fu Hei... that Daoist Fellow Mu. How dare I act like a master in front of you? Everyone knows that Daoist Fellow Mu's cultivation is higher than that of the sect masters of our small sects..."