Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Because he had practiced the shadow-tracing method, Zhou Yiqiao secretly marked people who showed malicious intent to him during the auction.

After leaving Longmenfang City, Zhou Yiqiao naturally felt several auras chasing after them.

He took Zhao Zhen back and forth several times, completely confusing most of the monks who coveted him behind him.

The two of them had been running for half a day, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was almost exhausted before they shook off the last breath behind them.

The two stopped by a stream, and after agreeing to watch each other out, they began to meditate to restore their spiritual power.

For a moment, the only sounds left in my ears were the sound of the stream and the chirping of insects.

In the calm, Zhou Yiqiao, who was meditating, opened his eyes and nodded towards Zhao Zhen, who was relaxing.

The two quietly stuffed several pills into their mouths and secretly became vigilant.

Suddenly, several ghost figures wailed and rushed towards the two of them!

The two of them jumped into the air, barely escaping the attack of the ghost, and two more bloody handprints fell from the sky.

In the flash of lightning, Zhou Yiqiao slapped the storage bag, and Qing Mu Jia appeared next to him. He poured spiritual power into it, and the Aoki Armor became several times larger, blocking the bloody handprints.

Zhao Zhen also wore an ink-colored treasure armor that was a top-grade magic weapon and resisted the attacks coming towards him.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the attacker appeared in front of the two people openly.

The visitor was paunchy, wearing a conspicuous string of skull beads, with his hands clasped together and a look of compassion on his face. He was the one who raised the price of the Dragon Transformation Pill at the auction.

Behind him, followed a red-haired evil cultivator with surging blood energy, who should be the owner of the bloody handprint.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned secretly. The two people who had clearly been marked by the shadow-seeking method had disappeared at this moment.

"Amitabha, a poor monk whose name is bloodthirsty. This time he came to ask for alms from the donor. I hope the owner can donate his property and life."

The fat monk named Bloodthirsty looked at Zhou Yiqiao and the two of them with a smile in his eyes. The spiritual power of Qi Refining Great Perfection turned into bursts of Buddha's light, as if he was really a holy monk who saved all sentient beings.

The red-haired man behind him who was in the late stage of Qi refining was restless and interrupted his bloodthirsty words.

"Huricide monk, why are you so polite? Leave that kid in the middle stage of Qi Refining to me, and you can take care of the old immortal who is in the Great Perfection of Qi Refining!"

After speaking, the man rushed towards Zhou Yiqiao and slapped his palm on the green wood armor in front of him. A huge force came and Zhou Yiqiao was instantly knocked several feet away.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that the battle was inevitable, so he passively defended and lured the red-haired evil cultivator away from this place.

Zhou Yiqiao fought and retreated until he came to a valley a few miles away. He took off the golden sword from his waist and turned to face him.

This red-haired evil cultivator's attacks were powerful and heavy, and each blow caused considerable damage to the Qingmu Armor. Now this defensive weapon in the middle stage of Qi Refining is already full of cracks. Only by using offense instead of defense can we win a front line. vitality.

He interfered with the black bamboo sword and got close to the opponent in the blink of an eye.

The red-haired evil cultivator moved his palm and easily blocked the attack of the Black Bamboo Sword.

He folded his hands again, received the spiritual attack of the golden sword head-on, and then smiled contemptuously.

"I'm just a fat sheep in the middle stage of Qi refining, but there are so many middle-grade and high-grade magic weapons emerging one after another. It's really a surprise. Sir, I'm in a good mood today. I'll obediently hand over your storage bag and leave your body intact."

Zhou Yiqiao looked cold and did not reply. He controlled the two magic swords to fly up and down, constantly attacking their weaknesses.

This evil cultivator is still able to do it with ease. Zhou Yiqiao knows that once he stops attacking, he will face a violent counterattack.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao did not answer him, the red-haired evil cultivator became angry and his face suddenly turned red.

His body seemed to be boiling, a stream of steam floated out of his body, and he moved three minutes faster.

Seeing the evil cultivator suddenly disappearing from his eyes, Zhou Yiqiao had no time to be surprised and hurriedly mobilized his already dilapidated green wood armor to protect the surroundings.

"Suffer death, you two-legged sheep!"

The man's crazy voice came from behind, and immediately, the green wooden armor shattered in response to the sound. Zhou Yiqiao's consciousness was in a trance, and a heartbreaking pain spread from his back.

If he hadn't attached several turtle shell magic seals to his body earlier, he would have died on the spot!

Zhou Yiqiao held back the blood in his throat, turned around and distanced himself from the evil cultivator. The green wood armor was broken, so Zhou Yiqiao had to use two magic swords to temporarily resist the opponent's attack.

Unexpectedly, the two magic swords were not defensive magic weapons after all. The red-haired evil cultivator just dodged, crossed the two swords, and attacked Zhou Yiqiao's face directly.

Zhou Yiqiao instinctively crossed his hands in front of him and took another bloody handprint. Unable to hold back the injuries on his body, he was knocked several feet away and passed out.

The two magical swords lost their spiritual connection and fell to the ground one after another.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao's vitality was weak, the evil cultivator gradually dissipated the steam from his body and his red skin gradually returned to normal.

"You are just a fat sheep in the middle stage of Qi refining. You still want to stubbornly resist me. You really don't know how to live or die."

"However, since there are so many fat sheep talismans and seals, and they spent a lot of money to buy the Dragon Transformation Pill, the storage bag should be rich in assets."

The man murmured to himself, leaned over and took off the storage bag on Zhou Yiqiao's waist, and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, Zhou Yiqiao suddenly opened his eyes!

Sword energy surged around his body, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his fingertips.

The evil cultivator secretly screamed, and just as he was about to dodge, he was submerged under dozens of Gengjin sword energy, and became silent in an instant.

Zhou Yiqiao used his spiritual power to control the black bamboo sword and the golden silk sword in the distance, stabbing at the corpse of the evil cultivator until the man turned into a sieve, and then he stopped with confidence.

At this moment, he was panting like an ox, and his whole body was bleeding profusely. Not only was his consciousness damaged by the damage to the Aoki Armor, but his internal organs were also shocked and suffered internal injuries.

He quickly swallowed several pills, adjusted his breath and exercises, and stabilized his injuries. It took him a quarter of an hour before he weakly opened his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect that he would save my life in advance before I could use it to deal with the sect."

What Zhou Yiqiao was talking about was exactly the Breath-Blocking Pill that he had exchanged with Zhao Zhen before!

When he felt the two powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, Zhou Yiqiao stuffed the Shuanxi Pill into his mouth together with several Qingyuan Pills and hid them under his tongue.

It wasn't until during the battle that he found that he was unable to defeat the person in front of him, so he swallowed the elixir, held his breath and feigned death in order to fight back.

The evil cultivator was indeed fooled. Facing the angry Zhou Yiqiao, he didn't even think about finishing the attack immediately, giving him a chance to fight back.

He stood up and pinned the two storage bags on the ground to his waist, and summoned the Ghost Flag to trap the person's soul in it.

Using the fire bomb technique to burn the corpse, Zhou Yiqiao tapped the ground with his toes and rushed towards the direction where Zhao Zhen was fighting with the murderous monk.

That monk had a perfect Qi-refining cultivation. If he couldn't cooperate with Zhao Zhen to kill him, he still wouldn't be able to escape.