Chapter 1017: Chapter 599: Immortal dicine and the Weiwei Sect
So, is this a calculated disguise? What is he up to?
The crowd imdiately looked at Zhao Rong with a wary gaze.
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at the aloof woman.
This Senior Sister Ye squinted slightly at him and asked coldly, “Who are you, and how did you know there were luminous peaches here? Do you realize that this Immortal dicine belongs to Weiwei Mountain?”
As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Zhao Rong to respond, the five disciples behind her from Qian Han Peak quietly spread out, as if intending to encircle him.
Gui said lazily, “Luminous peaches are a type of Immortal dicine, though their effects are diocre. One luminous peach can extend life by three years. There are eight or nine on that tree below, which together is not bad… It’s quite a rare treasure in the mountain.”
It seed to enjoy the spectacle, “Haha Zhao Rong, looks like you are being misunderstood? Told you guys to catch fireflies, now look, right among the lons and under the plums, I said earlier these fireflies looked familiar, turns out it’s luminous peaches…”
Zhao Rong suspected the Sword Spirit deliberately didn’t reveal this, but he had no ti to deal with it now.
Also… is it Weiwei Mountain again?
Upon hearing Senior Sister Ye’s words, he stopped explaining, turning his head to look at the little Fox Demon in the spiritual field below. The latter seed to have noticed the commotion above and was preparing to co up.
On the verge of being surrounded, Zhao Rong thought for a mont, then without a word, he abandoned the little Fox Demon, turned and ran, seemingly terrified and fleeing without regard for anything.
As soon as this soaking wet, peculiar man moved, Ye Yao imdiately saw through his cultivation level. With a sneer, “Hmph, late Fu Yao Realm,” she urged the spiritual energy in her body and flashed to give chase.
Zhao Rong had taken the path of a Martial Artist, and though his speed was incredibly fast, he couldn’t quite match Ye Yao of the Vast Realm, who could control her Qi. He would soon be caught up.
Besides, he wanted her to catch up.
At this mont, Zhao Rong dashed into the forest, and Ye Yao surpassed the others, taking the lead and soon catching up to him.
Her slender sword in hand, its Sword Qi condensed into a cold gleam, aid to stab Zhao Rong’s back upon getting closer.
The two were less than seven steps apart.
Then,
Zhao Rong turned around.
He suddenly slamd on the brakes, then reversed direction, turning his head to face the pursuer head-on!
The two of them were already incredibly fast, and now, Ye Yao’s charge was unstoppable, while Zhao Rong rushed toward her, leaving no ti to react.
The encounter happened in less than a mont.
Ye Yao was shocked, with only one thought in her mind… How dare he? Seeking death?
She hurriedly urged her spiritual energy, preparing to pierce his heart with her sword.
However,
Her sword disappeared.
A flash of gray light passed by.
The woman’s palm was suddenly empty.
Before she had ti to recover from the shock of losing her Lifebound Sword,
A swirl of gray mist enveloped her, making her feel as if her whole body had lost its Sword Qi.
It was as if a sharp sword had been sheathed…
With companions coming from behind, Zhao Rong was seen standing before the fallen woman.
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On the verge of being surrounded, Zhao Rong thought for a mont, then without a word, he abandoned the little Fox Demon, turned and ran, seemingly terrified and fleeing without regard for anything.
As soon as this soaking wet, peculiar man moved, Ye Yao imdiately saw through his cultivation level. With a sneer, “Hmph, late Fu Yao Realm,” she urged the spiritual energy in her body and flashed to give chase.
Zhao Rong had taken the path of a Martial Artist, and though his speed was incredibly fast, he couldn’t quite match Ye Yao of the Vast Realm, who could control her Qi. He would soon be caught up.
Besides, he wanted her to catch up.
At this mont, Zhao Rong dashed into the forest, and Ye Yao surpassed the others, taking the lead and soon catching up to him.
Her slender sword in hand, its Sword Qi condensed into a cold gleam, aid to stab Zhao Rong’s back upon getting closer.
The two were less than seven steps apart.
Then,
Zhao Rong turned around.
He suddenly slamd on the brakes, then reversed direction, turning his head to face the pursuer head-on!
The two of them were already incredibly fast, and now, Ye Yao’s charge was unstoppable, while Zhao Rong rushed toward her.
The encounter happened in less than a mont.
No ti to react.
Ye Yao was shocked, with only one thought.
How dare he? Seeking death?
However
Her sword disappeared.
A flash of gray light passed by, Ye Yao was startled and saw her empty palm, but before the swordless her had ti to regain her composure, the fleeing man in front suddenly turned, on the verge of being surrounded, Zhao Rong thought for a mont, then without a word, he abandoned the little Fox Demon, turned and ran, seemingly terrified and fleeing without regard for anything.
As this wet and strange man moved, Ye Yao imdiately grasped the details of his cultivation. With a cold sneer, “Ha, late stage of the Fu Yao Realm,” she summoned her internal spiritual energy and dashed to chase.
Zhao Rong followed the path of the Martial Artist. Even though his speed was imnse, it was still sowhat inferior to Ye Yao of the Vast Realm, who could control Qi with spiritual energy infused into her body. She was about to catch up quickly.
Moreover, he indeed wanted her to catch up.
At this mont, Zhao Rong darted into the woods. Ye Yao surged ahead of the others, at the forefront, and quickly closed in on him.
In her hand, the fine sword’s sword qi condensed into a cold gleam, ready to stab towards Zhao Rong’s back as she approached.
The distance between the two was less than seven steps now.
Then,
Zhao Rong turned around.
He suddenly braked, spun around, and surprisingly turned to face the pursuer head-on!
Both were incredibly fast, and at this mont, Ye Yao’s montum was hard to restrain, while Zhao Rong charged towards her.
The two were almost upon each other in less than a breath.
The speed was too fast to react.
Ye Yao was startled, with only one thought in her mind.
How dare he? Is he seeking death?
However,
her sword was gone.
A burst of gray light flashed before her eyes. Ye Yao was imdiately stunned, looking at her empty palm, but before she could gather her wits from the loss of her sword, the fleeing man ahead, Zhao Rong, in the face of almost being surrounded, thought for a mont, then without a word, abandoned the little Fox Demon and turned around to run, seemingly scared out of his wits, intent on escaping regardless.
As this wet and strange man moved, Ye Yao imdiately grasped the details of his cultivation. With a cold sneer, “Ha, late stage of the Fu Yao Realm,” she summoned her internal spiritual energy and dashed to chase.
Zhao Rong followed the path of the Martial Artist. Even though his speed was imnse, it was still sowhat inferior to Ye Yao of the Vast Realm, who could control Qi with spiritual energy infused into her body. She was about to catch up quickly.
Moreover, he indeed wanted her to catch up.
At this mont, Zhao Rong darted into the woods. Ye Yao surged ahead of the others, at the forefront, and quickly closed in on him.
In her hand, the fine sword’s sword qi condensed into a cold gleam, ready to stab towards Zhao Rong’s back as she approached.
The distance between the two was less than seven steps now.
Then,
Zhao Rong turned around.
He suddenly braked, spun around, and surprisingly turned to face the pursuer head-on!
Both were incredibly fast, and at this mont, Ye Yao’s montum was hard to restrain, while Zhao Rong charged towards her.
The two were almost upon each other in less than a breath.
The speed was too fast to react.
Ye Yao was startled, with only one thought in her mind.
How dare he? Is he seeking death?
However,
her sword was gone.
A burst of gray light flashed before her eyes. Ye Yao was imdiately stunned, looking at her empty palm, but before she could gather her wits from the loss of her sword, the fleeing man ahead, Zhao Rong, in the face of almost being surrounded, thought for a mont, then without a word, abandoned the little Fox Demon and turned around to run, seemingly scared out of his wits, intent on escaping regardless.
As this wet and strange man moved, Ye Yao imdiately grasped the details of his cultivation. With a cold sneer, “Ha, late stage of the Fu Yao Realm,” she summoned her internal spiritual energy and dashed to chase.
Zhao Rong followed the path of the Martial Artist. Even though his speed was imnse, it was still sowhat inferior to Ye Yao of the Vast Realm, who could control Qi with spiritual energy infused into her body. She was about to catch up quickly.
Moreover, he indeed wanted her to catch up.
At this mont, Zhao Rong darted into the woods. Ye Yao surged ahead of the others, at the forefront, and quickly closed in on him.
In her hand, the fine sword’s sword qi condensed into a cold gleam, ready to stab towards Zhao Rong’s back as she approached.
The distance between the two was less than seven steps now.
Then,
Zhao Rong turned around.
He suddenly braked, spun around, and surprisingly turned to face the pursuer head-on!
Both were incredibly fast, and at this mont, Ye Yao’s montum was hard to restrain, while Zhao Rong charged towards her.
The two were almost upon each other in less than a breath.
The speed was too fast to react.
Ye Yao was startled, with only one thought in her mind.
How dare he? Is he seeking death?
However,
her sword was gone.
A burst of gray light flashed before her eyes. Ye Yao was imdiately stunned, looking at her empty palm, but before she could gather her wits from the loss of her sword, the fleeing man ahead, Zhao Rong, in the face of almost being surrounded, thought for a mont, then without a word, abandoned the little Fox Demon and turned around to run, seemingly scared out of his wits, intent on escaping regardless.
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