Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

"Since everyone has made their decision, you take your thirty men and leave, and I will return with my seventy."

"If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude."

"Even with the eight of you in the late stage of Qi training, you can't stop me."

Wu Mengyu is at the peak of Qi training, and he also carries the Chunliu Sword, one of the five golden elixir swords. He is fighting against eight people in the late stage of Qi training, so the probability of winning is not small.

Zhou Lang exchanged a glance with the others and suddenly smiled strangely.

"is it?"

The words fell.

Four golden talismans flew out from his arms, quickly growing larger and forming four portals.

It was just right to suppress the Jian Ji Sect's people from all directions.

Above the portal, lightning gathered again, forming a huge thunder net overhead, blocking the way upwards.

This is to... catch the turtle in the jar.

Deputy examiner Lan Jian and others finally realized at this time that the other party had come with ill intentions.

He quickly summoned his natal flying sword and stared nervously at the eight people in front of him.

But they are only in the early to middle stages of Qi training, and can basically not help in this kind of battle, so they still have to rely on Wu Mengyu.

Although they have already sent a message to their master, it will take time for their master to send someone over.

One against eight.

Senior Sister Wu...can you hold on?

Zhou Lang and the other eight people from the Huangyin Sect said proudly with their hands behind their backs:

"Now that things have come to this, I won't pretend anymore."

"We came here today to snipe at your Jianji Sect's recruitment."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that your Jianji Sect has developed well in recent years and is showing signs of becoming a sixth-grade sect, but the resources in the states near us are limited."

"It's fine if Jian Ji Zong stays in Jinzhou obediently, but if they want to extend their hands outside, my master won't be happy."

Wu Mengyu held his sword in front of him and said coldly:

"Even if your master doesn't like it, can he still send you to sabotage it secretly?"

"To put it bluntly, we in the Sword Extreme Sect are not without a big tree behind us to provide shade. You are also wary of us."

Zhou Lang was so angry that his chest heaved violently, but he had no way to refute.

But he quickly reacted and said with a sinister smile:

"When death is imminent, you become more adept at talking nonsense."

"I don't care who's behind your Jian Ji Sect. Even if it's a Nascent Soul master, I just need to kill you all. No one will see you die in our hands. What can he do?"

Zhou Lang’s words.

This made the new disciples standing on the side of Jian Ji Zong in the dojo look extremely ugly.

Are they going to fall at the starting point just as they set foot on the immortal path?

Isn’t this different from the cultivation of immortals they imagined?

The little fat boy Liu Fugui's fat was trembling at this time, and he was obviously very nervous.

Seeing Lu Zhiqiu standing aside looking calm and composed, he couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Lu, why are you so calm?"

"Because I'm not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid, just not afraid."

The little fat boy Liu Fugui stood in awe.

Miss Lu is worthy of being someone who can remind herself during the illusion trial. Her character is indeed excellent.

in fact.

Lu Zhiqiu simply knew the outcome of this conflict.

She had simulated the life of the little fat boy in the carriage and successfully joined the Jian Ji Sect.

In other words.

This conflict will most likely be resolved safely in the end.

She no longer had to take the risk of summoning one hundred and two Qin Guan swords, she could just watch the show from the side.

The battle begins.

Wu Mengyu directly lifted up the Jindan-level flying sword - Chunliu Sword, and collided it with the Vajra Talismans around it.

There was a loud bang.

The Vajra Talisman was unharmed.

Zhou Lang laughed out loud:

"Senior Sister Wu, I know you are extremely talented. Even if I were at the same level as you and had practiced the techniques of a sixth-grade sect, I would most likely not be your opponent."

"But this Vajra Talisman was bestowed by an elder of the sect who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage. It cannot be broken without the strength of a warrior of the same level."

"Even if you can rely on the Spring Flow Sword to fight against higher levels, reaching the early stage of foundation building is the best you can do. Can you really reach the late stage of foundation building?"

"You'd better save it."

After saying that, Zhou Lang snapped his fingers again.

The huge net of thunder in the sky began to slowly press down.

The people of Jianji Sect were trapped by four Vajra Talismans and could not escape. They could only watch as the huge net pressed down.

"It's over. I'm going to be electrocuted and roasted like a pig."

"Brother, wake up. You are as thin as a monkey. If you die, you will just become a roasted monkey."

"Father, Mother, I am an unfilial child and cannot provide for your old age and see you to the end of your life. I can only ask my ninety-nine wives and concubines to take care of you."

……

Lu Zhiqiu looked at this scene, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I have to say, these people do have some comedic talent.

Main World: Chapter 11: Refining the Heart in the Underworld, Entering the Sword Sect

The top of Huayun Mountain.

At the Jianji Sect's dojo.

Facing the giant thunder net that was gradually pressing down, Wu Mengyu's expression did not change at all, but he suddenly closed his eyes.

Zhou Lang thought she had given up struggling, and he stood with his hands on his hips and laughed wildly in the sky.

But he soon stopped laughing.

Because he found that Wu Mengyu had drawn his sword.

This sword was unremarkable, but after it cut the Vajra, the Vajra began to tremble violently and cracks began to spread.

There was a bang.

The four Vajra Talismans that were strong enough to withstand a blow from the late stage of foundation building were completely shattered.

Wu Mengyu suppressed the internal energy that was surging, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed towards Zhou Lang again.

Zhou Lang was so frightened when he saw this that he couldn't speak clearly:

"You, you, you, how come you suddenly become so strong?"

Wu Mengyu smiled kindly and said with narrowed eyes:

"Actually, I didn't know I was that strong. This is the sword technique I just learned."

"First time trying, it's pretty powerful."

Wu Mengyu said this as he chased Zhou Lang and his eight companions.

Zhou Lang and the other eight people who were in the late stage of Qi training had some ideas at the beginning. They thought that if they joined forces, they might be able to defeat the enemy.

But they found out they were wrong.

This woman was terrifying. She defeated their joint attack with one blow.

They could only retreat quickly, and the flying swords under their feet were almost smoking.

no way.

If they were even half a step slower, the sword light would catch up with them and behead them.

But even so.

When these eight people dodged, they were still touched by some of the aftermath of the sword energy.

Soon, large patches of blood appeared on their faces, shoulders, waists and legs.

The speed of escape is getting slower and slower.

A fellow disciple with scar said:

"Mr. Zhou, fuck you! Didn't you say this job was easy? You said Wu Mengyu only had a little brute force and wasn't anything to be feared."

"Next time you dare to ask me to join you, I will burn all the ancestral tablets you have hidden in the cave."

"Do you want a next time?"

Hearing a female voice, the disciple with scar quickly turned his head.

But I found out that I don’t know when.

Wu Mengyu had caught up with them, holding a sword and smiling at him.

Then, the sword flashed.

The man felt a chill running from his feet to his head and was so scared that he fainted.

"Spare his life."

An old voice with a hint of anxiety sounded.

Then, a brilliant sword light cut through the sky and caught Wu Mengyu's sword.

Wu Mengyu quickly said:

"Old Zhao, why are you here?"

The man was dressed in a green robe and looked like a scholar, but his aura was very sharp. The two swords behind him emitted a faint aura that could pierce the sky.

It was Zhao Youxuan, the elder who passed on the skills to the Jianji Sect, who had the strength to reach the late stage of foundation building.

Off the court.

Lu Zhiqiu's mind moved, and he quietly connected the Book of the Worlds:

[Zhao Youxuan, Jianji Sect elder, 169 years old, late foundation building stage]

[Age 0, born into a family of immortal cultivators in Jinzhou]

[At the age of one, his father and mother, who were in the middle stage of Qi training, worked together to cleanse his meridians and marrow, laying a solid foundation for him.]

[At the age of five, he began to train his body and practice]

[At the age of ten, in the late stage of body building, he participated in the Jianji Sect's disciple recruitment examination and became a disciple of the Jianji Sect]

【At the age of twelve, I began to practice Qigong】