#1004 Powerful Monk
"We know." Su Jinyue nodded and replied. She and Yihan's current cultivation base, one is in the middle of Nascent Soul, and the other is in the peak of late Nascent Soul. Even if the other party wants to doubt, they can't doubt them.
"You still have to be careful." Ye Ling warned worriedly.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan nodded and walked outside. If the other party really wants to do something to them, they are not so easy to bully.
The market was crowded and bustling.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan followed the flow of people and walked towards the front, and when they saw something they could use, they stopped.
"The cultivator in front is too ruthless. He has already killed more than a dozen cultivators."
"I heard that his son was killed. He is looking for the murderer of his son."
"Then you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"Okay, don't say it, let's go quickly, if we are heard by that senior, we will suffer."
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan looked at each other and walked towards the front.
The more people left, the fewer people, even if there were cultivators, they would hide from a distance, secretly looking ahead, for fear of offending the angry middle-aged man in black. Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue also stopped, they had already seen each other. The opponent's strength is indeed not weak, and it is already a cultivation base in the middle of the tribulation. With such strength, no matter where they are, they can dominate one side.
The middle-aged cultivator in black swept towards Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Two ants from the Nascent Soul stage dare to come here to join in the fun.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan quickly took a few steps to the side when they saw each other looking at them. Of course they're not afraid of each other, they just don't want to cause trouble. It's not difficult to destroy the opponent, but it's better not to be right.
Seeing the performance of Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, the black-clothed middle-aged cultivator lightly retracted his gaze. His son's cultivation was in the middle of the fusion stage, so the two cultivators in the Nascent Soul period could not be his murderers. However, he will not let any cultivator possible unless he finds the real murderer of his son.
The middle-aged monk in black swept his gaze and saw a middle-level Mahayana monk not far away. He took a step and walked towards the other party.
The middle Mahayana cultivator was negotiating with a stall owner when he felt the pressure of a strong aura, he stepped aside in panic, and when he saw the middle-aged male cultivator in black, he hurriedly saluted, "I don't know what senior's advice is. "
"Have you seen this person?" The black-clothed middle-aged cultivator raised his hand and waved, and a virtual image appeared in the air, showing a young man with a mole on his chin.
The middle Mahayana monk looked carefully and nodded, "I've seen him before. He lives in that alley to the east with a few young people."
"Take me there." The middle-aged monk in black ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes." The monk in the middle stage of Mahayana didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly led the way.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan had just returned to the small courtyard when they heard the door behind them being kicked open, turned their heads and saw that it was the middle-aged monk in black they had met earlier. Helplessly, he sighed in his heart, but the trouble still came.
Hearing the movement outside, Tian Fengxun and the Ye family brothers and sisters also ran out of the house.
Seeing the middle-aged male cultivator in black, Tian Fengxun's pupils shrank slightly, "I don't know if the seniors have any advice?" The other party's aura is so powerful! Looking at this momentum, it is at least the cultivation level above the tribulation period.
The middle-aged male cultivator in black glanced at Su Jinyue's group of people, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. If it was said that these people killed his son, he would not believe it anyway. But his son did live here before, and even if his son's death had nothing to do with them, he would not let them go, it could only be considered that they were unlucky.
"What about the people who lived here before?" The middle-aged monk in black asked coldly, his voice was like a cold wind, and the person was aching for a while.
"Who? When we came back, there was no one here." Su Jinyue pretended to be stupid.
The black-clothed middle-aged cultivator snorted coldly, "A little Nascent Soul cultivator dares to deceive me, he is courting death!" As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a white light quickly swept towards Su Jinyue. He had already recognized that this middle-aged woman was the one he had met on the street earlier, and the man beside him.
Zhan Yihan raised his hand and waved, sweeping out a purple light, facing the white light that the opponent swept out.
"Boom!" The two lights collided in the air, making a loud noise.
The black-clothed middle-aged cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhan Yihan, "Aren't you a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Although the blow he just made was very casual, it was not something a late Nascent Soul cultivator could block.
"So what?" Zhan Yihan brought out his Xuanyuan sword. Anyone who wants Typhoid Jinyue, he will not let it go.
"It seems that my son's death has something to do with you." The middle-aged monk in black said affirmatively. Otherwise, why would the other party hide their cultivation.
"Is there a difference? Didn't you already plan to attack us?" Su Jinyue mocked. The blow he just hit, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator, even ten would not be able to resist.
"Looking for death!" The middle-aged monk in black said angrily. It seems that his guess is correct, and their son's death really has something to do with them. If that's the case, then he will let them all be buried with his son.
The black-clothed middle-aged cultivator showed no mercy this time, and launched an attack on Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.
As soon as his attack was launched, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan suddenly disappeared. Before he could react, his surroundings turned into a wilderness, and salons soared up and attacked him.
"The ninth-level Tenglong slaughtering formation!" The middle-aged monk in black was full of horror. Not only did the opponent hide his cultivation, he was also a ninth-level formation master. It seems that he underestimated each other.
Sacrificing his own magic weapon, he went to the salon that attacked him. The ninth-level formation is powerful, but it is impossible to kill him.
As the white lights flickered, the salons turned into yellow sand and fell back to the ground one after another.
"Can this formation trap him?" Tian Fengxun said worriedly. Once the opponent escapes from the formation, their fate can be imagined.
Su Jinyue smiled confidently, "This time, even if he doesn't die, he will be sloughed off." The ninth-level trapping formation she and Yi Han set up together can be broken.
Raising his hand, he cast out eighteen eight-level talismans, and the formation began to violently rain, thunder and lightning.
Lightning arcs struck the middle-aged cultivator in black, blowing him black.
Manbatian waved his magic weapon, constantly colliding with the struck thunder and lightning, making a roaring sound. Unexpectedly, he has been traversing the Demon Sky Continent for thousands of years, but today he was planted in the hands of two shameless juniors. He is really not reconciled!