Chapter 1547 Scared to Death
The leader of the blood-clothed people had some doubts at first, but he was relieved after hearing Qingyang's words. More than a hundred years ago, Duanmu Fei was just a Qi-refining cultivator. How powerful could someone who was familiar with Duanmu Fei a hundred years ago be? At best, he was just a foundation-building cultivator. As a perfect foundation-building cultivator, why should he worry about an ordinary foundation-building cultivator? Thinking of this, the leader of the blood-clothed people said, "You are actually an acquaintance of the Duanmu family. I can't spare your life. Third brother, fourth brother, let's go together and get rid of this guy as soon as possible. Then we can enjoy these women."
The leader of the blood-clothed people gave an order, and the other two attacked Qingyang together. Knowing that Qingyang was a foundation-building cultivator and determined to fight quickly, they used their best means as soon as they attacked, attacking Qingyang from the left and right.
The two cooperated well and tried their best. Even a ninth-level cultivator would be in a mess if faced with such an attack. However, Qingyang acted calmly, as if he didn't know the danger was approaching. This made the younger generations of the Duanmu family nervous. They finally grabbed a life-saving straw, so they couldn't let it go.
Facing the attack of the two, Qingyang didn't even bother to use his magic weapon. He just waved his right hand forward at the same time. The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly gathered together to form a huge palm, which slapped the two blood-clothed men. Qingyang's movements seemed slow, but the huge palm in the air was the first to arrive. With two bangs, the two figures screamed and flew backwards.
The two figures that flew backwards were naturally the two blood-clothed men who attacked Qingyang. After flying backwards, they were like two rag bags thrown on the ground. There was no movement for a long time, and there was no sound. They were already dead. After this move, the palm condensed by the spiritual energy in the air dissipated, and Qingyang stood there quietly, as if he had never made a move.
In Duanmu Fei's mind, no matter how outstanding Qingyang's performance was, it was justified. Could the man she liked be a simple person? But in the eyes of other juniors in the Duanmu family, it was too shocking. He killed two sixth-level foundation-building cultivators in one move. I'm afraid only Jindan cultivators can do it? It seems that our Duanmu family is not without background. But, grandma, since you know such a powerful person, why didn't you move out earlier? In that case, wouldn't the Duanmu family be saved, and everyone wouldn't have to go through these bloody things.
As for the leader, the blood-stained man had long been stunned by Qingyang's thunderbolt method. He originally planned to use the bottom-of-the-box method to kill the opponent in one move after the two brothers made a move. As a result, before he could make a move, the two brothers were killed by the enemy in one move. He is a perfect foundation-building cultivator, so his knowledge is naturally not comparable to those young people of the Duanmu family. The means Qingyang used just now are not something that ordinary Jindan cultivators can do. At least he must be in the late Jindan stage.
The late Jindan stage is comparable to the existence of the head of the Yang family, who is behind him. His strength is not enough. He thought it was a lucrative job, but he didn't expect to meet such a powerful person. This person is Duanmu Fei's friend, and he almost wiped out the Duanmu family. Isn't he dead? Thinking of this, the blood-clothed man who led the group turned pale and his legs trembled, as if someone was strangling his neck. He was full of fear, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "You...you are actually a late Jindan cultivator?"
Qingyang smiled at him meaningfully and said: "What is a late Jindan cultivator?"
A late Jindan cultivator is nothing? Isn't that... it's... Thinking of this, the blood-clothed man who led the group suddenly had his pupils dilated, and his lower body suddenly lost control of his bladder. At this moment, Qingyang's aura was fully released. Feeling the aura of the Yuanying stage, the blood-clothed man suddenly screamed and fell silent. A cultivator who had completed the foundation building was actually scared to death by Qingyang.
Qingyang didn't expect that this person was so easily frightened, which saved him from having to do it himself. He used his divine sense to observe and confirmed that the other party was dead, and then turned to look at the people from the Duanmu family.
Seeing Qingyang looking over, the younger generations of the Duanmu family suddenly became silent. Before, they thought Qingyang was a friend of their ancestor. Although he was of a higher generation, his cultivation was only one realm higher than theirs. They could still get close to him when they had nothing to do. Now, they heard that Qingyang was actually the legendary Nascent Soul cultivator, and saw with their own eyes that Qingyang could scare the Foundation Establishment cultivator to death with just the light of his eyes. When they looked at Qingyang again, it was like looking at the peerless demon lord, and they did not dare to have any strange thoughts.
As for Duanmu Fei, the situation was not much better. He knew that Qingyang was very powerful, but he did not expect that he could be so powerful. Having lived in Zhongsha for a lifetime, Nascent Soul cultivators in her mind were like gods, and ordinary people could not get in touch with them at all. She did not expect that one day, the one in her heart could actually become a Nascent Soul cultivator like a god.
If Qingyang was just a foundation-building cultivator, or even a Jindan cultivator, she could still hope for a chance to renew their relationship. But now that she knew Qingyang was a Yuanying cultivator, she understood that the gap between the two was too big, and there was no possibility at all.
After a long while, Duanmu Fei adjusted her mentality and said slowly, "I knew that Senior Qingyang was extraordinary and his future achievements were limitless. Today, it has all come true."
Since the true cultivation has been revealed, there is no need to hide it anymore. Qingyang said: "No matter how extraordinary you are, you are still Miss Duanmu's friend. I also benefited a lot during the days in Duanmu City. If it weren't for the help of your Duanmu family, my achievements today would be greatly reduced."
Qingyang's words are true. Although Qingyang saved the Duanmu family and stayed in the Duanmu family for five years, the Duanmu family actually paid him a reward, which was considered an equal exchange. Later, Qingyang won the inheritance of the Thousand Hands Pill King on behalf of the Duanmu family. This was completely taking advantage of the Duanmu family. Qingyang took away all the benefits, and the Pill King Conference lost its meaning, which was considered to be the root of Wucheng Island.
If Qingyang hadn't improved his alchemy skills during the time in the Duanmu family, he would not have been able to obtain the inheritance of the Thousand Hands Pill King. Without the help of the Thousand Hands Pill King inheritance, Qingyang would not have been able to thrive in Qingyan City with his alchemy skills, and he would not have been able to rely on his superb alchemy skills to refine the Golden Pill and eventually achieve the Nascent Soul.
After saying that, Qingyang took out a healing pill from the Qiankun Gourd and sent it into Duanmu Fei's mouth with a flick of his finger. Although Duanmu Fei was seriously injured, it was nothing to Qingyang. As an Alchemy Emperor with superb alchemy skills, any pill was enough to heal Duanmu Fei's injuries.