Chapter 1097 The Qing Sect Disciple Who Provoked Trouble

"It's not clear now, let's go and see first." Xueying didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

"Okay."

The village chief nodded, and without saying anything else, he led them towards the direction of the ancient well.

When they were halfway on the road, someone suddenly blocked their way.

"Village chief."

The village chief heard someone calling him, looked up, and saw several young and strong people blocking his way.

"It's you."

When he saw these people, the village chief was stunned for a moment, because they were disciples of the nearby Qingmen Sect.

He didn't know why these people came here.

"Yes, we found some situation in the village, so we planned to come here to check."

The leading disciple was called Xie Yue, and he was also their senior brother.

"Thank you, all the immortal masters of the Qingmen Sect!"

The village chief said gratefully that it would be great if they could help.

"Village chief, where are you going?" Xie Yue asked curiously, and several of them blocked their way intentionally or unintentionally.

"Go to the ancient well." The village chief smiled slightly, but then his face changed slightly and he coughed again.

Xie Yue and the others frowned, stepped back a few steps, and covered their mouths and noses.

"Ah, sorry." Seeing this, the village chief apologized quickly.

"Okay." Xie Yue raised his hand and asked, "What happened to the ancient well?"

"It's not clear yet." The village chief was also a little confused.

"Oh, village chief, I think you don't go to the ancient well either." Xie Yue said with a smile.

"Why?" The village chief was a little puzzled. He had promised to take them to see it, so why didn't he go now?

"No reason, our Qingmen Sect is here to help you, the village chief, and to help you and the villagers see the disease."

After Xie Yue finished speaking, his eyes fell on Qinghe and Xueying, and a subtle displeasure flashed in his eyes.

It seemed that he was blaming Qinghe and Xueying for meddling in other people's business.

"Really?" The village chief didn't notice anything. After hearing what Xie Yue said, he was quite happy, but he looked at the disciples of Qing Sect in front of him uncertainly.

"Of course."

Xie Yue and several disciples of Qing Sect patted their chests and made assurances.

The village chief nodded and was about to tell Qinghe and Xueying about the situation, and then he would not go to the ancient well.

As a result, before the village chief spoke, Qinghe spoke first and said, "Boy, are you from Qing Sect?"

"Yes." Xie Yue said proudly with his neck stiff.

"Oh, I don't know him."

"You!"

Xie Yue was almost pissed off by him.

He thought that this ordinary person in front of him would admire him, but he ended up saying this.

"Village chief, we still have to look at this ancient well." Xueying said gently: "Village chief, don't worry, it won't take much time to just take a look. Besides, we are here for the safety of your village. Now that we are here, it would be unreasonable not to go and see it, right?"

"Yeah." The village chief hesitated, and felt that what they said made sense.

As a result, before the village chief spoke, Xie Yue said again: "Wait."

He stopped in front of the village chief, glanced at the two people in front of him, and said unhappily: "Who are you?"

"Who are we? It's none of your business!" Qinghe went straight over.

"You!"

Seeing Qinghe so disrespectful, Xie Yue snorted coldly and said: "Are you looking for death?"

"Eh?" Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the village chief was anxious and said quickly: "You two, calm down, calm down."

The village chief was really afraid that they would all fight, which would be bad.

However, he was also very puzzled. Why were these two woodcutters so tough and didn't take the Qingmen Sect seriously?

Although the Qingmen Sect is a small sect of immortal cultivation, it is also an unattainable existence in the world of mortals.

"Village chief, this matter must be resolved, otherwise, we will not help you."

Xie Yue did not want to let Qinghe and Xueying go, especially Qinghe, whose attitude did not take him seriously at all.

"Uh, this..."

Qinghe snorted coldly and said, "Village chief, these things are not good things. My brother has told us where the problem lies. We will know if we go and take a look. Why don't they let us go?"

"Village chief, do you think they have a problem? Maybe these plagues are caused by them!"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?" Xie Yue's face changed drastically and he was furious.

"Hey, what nonsense am I talking about? Since it's not you, let us go and take a look."

"Humph, a small mortal dares to be presumptuous in front of us." Xie Yue was too lazy to say so much to Qinghe and Xueying, but directly drew his sword and stabbed Qinghe.

"Ah!"

The village chief was horrified and shouted, "No!"

But it was too late. Xie Yue's sword had already stabbed Qinghe's chest. Just when it was about to penetrate his heart, Qinghe suddenly disappeared in front of Xie Yue.

Xie Yue's face changed slightly.

"Fuck you."

"Bang."

"Ah!"

Qinghe appeared beside Xie Yue without knowing when and slapped him.

"Puff!"

"Ah!"

Blood spurted out of Xie Yue's mouth, he screamed and fell to the ground.

"Brother!"

The brothers were furious when they saw Xie Yue being bullied.

"Damn it, you dare to bully my Qing Sect, you are looking for death!"

They drew their swords and killed Qinghe.

"I'll deal with them." Qinghe said indifferently.

Xueying had no intention of taking action. He felt that it would dirty his hands to deal with these small shrimps.

Qinghe hit them with his bare hands.

"Bang."

"Ah!"

After a while, the Qingmen disciples who were shouting and rushing over were lying on the ground.

"Bah, garbage." Qinghe spat with great disdain.

Suddenly, it was a great insult to the Qingmen sect.

"Ah, damn it!"

No matter how unwilling Xie Yue was, he didn't dare to kill him stupidly. After all, the opponent not only defeated him easily, but also knocked down the people he brought.

This made his eyes a little uncertain.

He looked around and knew that he could no longer stop them from going to the ancient well, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You wait."

After that, they supported each other and fled.

The village chief was shocked to see that two woodcutters defeated several disciples of the Qingmen sect.

"Two brothers, you are really powerful, but the Qing Sect is not easy to provoke, you should leave here quickly."

The village chief was very worried because Qinghe and Xueying beat them.

"Village chief, it's okay, we can beat them once, we can beat them ten times, even if the leader of the Qing Sect comes, we will still deal with him." Xueying smiled and comforted the village chief.

"Village chief, let's go to the ancient well to take a look." Qinghe also looked a little impatient.

"Okay, okay." The village chief agreed helplessly.