Start from the thief

Although the elder is fat, he is extremely fast and there is no way he can escape by running.

Although the elder looks kind, he is cruel and ruthless, and you will definitely not be able to defeat him.

At this time, Zhao Yushu could not think of any other solution except working together.

But unfortunately, not everyone is so decisive, or rather, his decisiveness does not seem like a Beimang disciple at all.

What does the Beimang lineage do? Tomb robbing, assassination, petty theft, the most impressive thing is that a thief becomes a big thief, and at most they can give themselves a fancy nickname like the Thief Saint.

Such people may have some abilities, but their underlying nature must be cowardly and weak. They always hide in the dark, waiting to reap the benefits. It's okay to let them play in a favorable situation and grab the spoils, but forget it if you let them play in an unfavorable situation.

For the sake of our fellow disciples, I won't hit you behind your back. Just kneel down and express my gratitude.

So they followed the third brother, no, there were only three people who followed the eldest brother Sanchongtian, including himself, a total of four people.

The rest started to run out in a rush, even though they knew that the warriors behind them would soon be defeated and they would be caught up and captured one by one.

Even though they knew that there was still a glimmer of hope if they turned around and fought together, and that escaping would definitely lead to death, they would still think, what if? After all, if they escaped now, they could live a little longer.

The evil of human nature prevailed again.

"A bunch of fucking cowards!"

The third brother pulled off his veil angrily, revealing his beard and spitting, looking at the three people who followed him. Well, two from the second heaven and one from the first heaven, what a luxurious lineup.

"Hahaha, four little kittens, not bad, not bad. This courage is worth living a little longer. Stand still and don't move."

The elder laughed loudly twice, then suddenly jumped up, passed the four people and chased after the fleeing people. The elder was still in mid-air when a shadow flashed under his feet and he disappeared in an instant.

Screams and the sound of bones breaking were heard almost at the same time the elder disappeared.

The Shadow Step ignores the property of time, which makes it a powerful weapon for assassination.

The courage that the four little Karami had just mustered was quickly lost amidst their screams. In Beimang Mountain, death was not scary. As disciples of the Beimang lineage, almost everyone of them deeply understood the horror before death.

Except Zhao Yushu.

Although Lao Zhao had practiced Beimang Mountain's unique martial arts and obtained Beimang Mountain's magical weapon, he had never been a Beimang disciple. He had even only come to this so-called headquarters for the second time.

"My brother, I didn't expect you, a mere First Heaven, to be so courageous. I admit that I underestimated you before. It's a pity that we are all afraid that we will die here today, otherwise I would definitely drink a few bowls of wine with you!"

Zhao Yushu was unhappy. What do you mean by just the first level of heaven? Aren’t you only at the third level of heaven? Wait, what about me?

The third brother pulled off his hood, revealing his bald head. “I’m sorry, even though I’ve been a monk for a while, I still thought I was a monk. Haha, the other two, don’t be afraid. With the combined strength of the four of us, we may be able to find a chance of survival.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the noise outside suddenly became quiet, leaving only endless howling and clapping sounds.

"Well said. My Beimang disciples should have this kind of courage. What's the point of just running away every day? I'll give you one more chance. If anyone returns to the right path now, I'll spare his life."

The wind blew, and a hand suddenly came from the side and grabbed Zhao Yushu's neck.

The other hand simply grabbed his wrist and swung it away.

"traitor!"

The third brother angrily threw a teammate from the second level out, but he was caught by the elder.

"Little kittens, learn this: Don't trust anyone except yourself."

With a click, the traitor's eyes widened and he even forgot to scream.

"You lied to me."

The elder looked coldly at the traitor who was lying on the ground with his bones shattered all over his body: "I didn't kill you, don't worry, in order to commend your loyalty, I will let you die last."

The traitor closed his eyes in despair, seeming to regret his impulsiveness.

"There is no other way out, let's give it a try."

Although the other Second Heaven was trembling all over, his will was still firm.

"Elder, can you give us three some time to get to know each other before we die?"

Zhao Yushu suddenly spoke. The elder was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Okay, that's true and righteous. I like it. Go ahead."

Frankly speaking, Zhao Yushu was not very confident. Even though he had mastered the unique skills of several masters, the gap in their abilities was huge and he had no chance of winning at all. Even with two more teammates, it could only be considered better than nothing.

But he had a vague feeling that these two people would not die here, and might even affect his future self.

"You two, my name is Zhao Liu, what's your name?"

"My common name is Yu Zhao."

The third brother nodded and bowed to Zhao Yushu.

"I, I am not a disciple of Beimang."

Erchongtian lowered his head: "I just, just."

"I remember you,"

Before Zhao Laoliu and Yu Zhao, whose name and appearance did not match each other, could speak, the elder spoke first: "You are a servant of Elder Xu. Seeing that you have some talent, he made an exception and let you wear this black dress, right?"

"The elder is right. Calling me a servant is flattering me. I am just a house slave."

Slavery has always existed in the Tang Dynasty. The so-called slavery means that you are not really considered a person. Whether your master or an outsider kills you, they will only fine you, and the amount of the fine will not exceed the price of a donkey.

Literally the bottom of society.

A monk who returned to secular life, a slave, and a virtual time traveler, these three people actually became the final group to fight against authority.

"Finished?"

"I'm done, what about you?"

Zhao Yushu turned around and pulled out two daggers from the pile of confiscated gold and silver treasures behind him. Both were yellow-grade treasures, but sharp enough. With his own spiritual power of the first level and a bunch of tricks, he might have a chance to break the defense of the eighth level.

"I don't have much to say. If, let's just say if, anyone can get out alive, please remember to erect a monument for your brother and pour him two jugs of good wine during festivals."

The nameless servant blinked and said, "Why are you still drinking?"

"Bah, we are just being vulgar because we have no wine to drink, haha, brothers, come on!"

The lights in the room were still not lit, but since everyone was a cultivator and had their eyes open, they naturally didn't care about the darkness. Almost at the same time, the four of them disappeared into the shadow world and then reappeared at the same time.

Due to the special nature of the Shadow Step, no one knows where the others will appear, not even the Eighth Heaven, so everyone is gambling on their first move.

Zhao Yushu was very lucky and was able to stand back to back with the elder.

The elder reacted so quickly that he bent his hands strangely and reached back. However, Zhao Yushu's two daggers seemed to have foreseen it and stabbed straight into his palms.

The elder was startled and subconsciously withdrew his hand and changed his move, turning his palm into fingers and pointing at the dagger from the side.

Zhao Yushu also changed his moves at the same time, changing the stabbing into a slashing move, and slashed to both sides like a peacock spreading its tail.

The two of them competed in hand speed and response, and were surprisingly evenly matched.

The two daggers separated at the touch. Zhao Yushu turned the two daggers in his hands and said, "Old man, I will use the Shushan sword technique combined with the chess sword technique. It will be fine if you use spiritual power to suppress me, but if I use both moves, I will kill you."

"You are not a disciple of Beimang."

"Bah, I smashed that stone chair into pieces with one palm, why would I care about a Beimang disciple like you?"

Zhao Yushu took a step forward, from the first level to the eighth level, he still wanted to take the initiative to attack.