Wine is aged pure wine worth thirty taels of silver per pound. Although it is not beneficial to cultivation, it is an excellent pastime.

Since the death of the wine fire, Qinglian has fallen in love with drinking, but unfortunately, she can't get drunk.

Wang Yu filled himself with a cup, "Master, you can actually change your lifestyle, just leave the rest to my apprentice."

"Switch? Where to change?"

Qinglian's eyes were blurred, and she supported her chin with one hand. Somehow, she suddenly laughed in a daze, "We practitioners must endure great loneliness, so we also have great obsessions. Monks seek transcendence, Taoists want to become immortals, while scholars have different ideals for their hearts, but they also have different paths to achieve the same destination."

Qinglian paused and continued, "They have their own great way, so they can endure everything that ordinary people cannot tolerate in order to achieve their goals. But we are different. If the monks in the three major sects are a big tree that has roots, then we are drifting duckweeds everywhere, and wherever the wind blows, our hearts are."

She pointed to her heart and said, "I have been empty here for a long time. I have not made any progress in my cultivation over the years. It is already difficult to barely maintain my original state."

Wang Yu was silent. Qinglian had already had the idea of ​​suicide, and it was not a day or two. The only motivation to support her to survive was hatred.

"drink wine!"

Wang Yu didn't want to persuade him because it was useless.

Qinglian raised her glass and touched him, then drank the wine in one sip.

"Someone is here."

“How many?”

“Thirty.”

"Can we solve it?"

"No, I should be the only one, but Master, don't worry, you can solve it."

Wang Yu drank another glass of wine, then he stood up slowly and walked outside.

In his keen spiritual sense, he could sense that there were more than 30 monks lying in ambush waiting outside the small house.

There are five other golden elixirs, and the others are all at the peak of foundation building.

Qinglian opened her mouth and finally said only two words, "Be careful."

Wang Yu stood in front of the door and nodded, then summoned the sword of Qiaoqin, "After solving them, we should set off. I know that if you hesitate, you don't have to do this. You are just one person to die, let alone going on the road together, and you are not alone."

Qinglian's mouth raised slightly, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you next."

Wang Yu smiled, this is what he was waiting for.

Pushing open the door, five golden elixir monks stood in the wind.

"Brother Wang Yu, the Confucian clan has been arrogant and domineering for many years, and the Qingkong monks have to surrender. As long as you promise to help us, we will also help you."

"That's right, the three major sects have looked down on us for too long. Wang Yu, as Qingkong monks, we should resist."

"Open the skills you have practiced, and we will protect you from persecution by Confucianism."

The five golden elixirs were a little impatient, and they promised various benefits without money.

Wang Yu wanted to laugh a little when he heard this, and shook his sleeves and said coldly: "Do you want my martial arts inheritance? Yes, take it from my body, otherwise I will step on you and leave."

"It seems like one thing will be done after all."

One of the Jindans said calmly: "Well, let me wait and see how powerful the martial arts that can suppress the Confucian methods are."

He showed great confidence, with five golden elixirs present and more than twenty cultivators at the peak of foundation building. This combination has already destroyed most of the small sects in the Qingkong World.

But Wang Yu has only one person, so what if he is powerful in his martial arts? Could it be that he is also good at spiritual attacks like a Confucian monk?

If this is the case, it will not be their turn to take action.

Those old guys from the three major sects will never sit idly by.

However, the next scene made several Jindans deeply realize that if a person becomes arrogant, he may just suffer a loss, but a monk is arrogant, he will die.

Wang Yu swept his sword across, and the terrifying sword energy enveloped the hundreds of feet in front of him. Wherever the extremely sharp sword energy went, everything was like paper.

Several Jindans watched their disciples cut in half from the middle like wooden stakes.

Boom!

With the loud noise, a large area of ​​houses in front of Wang Yu turned into ruins, and I don’t know how many mortals had overwhelmed.

The crying and screaming sounds merged into a hellish scene.

Some disciples did not die, dragged half of their bodies and crawled on the ground, with colorful internal organs sprinkled all over the ground.

"What a vicious means!"

One of the Jindans said with trembling lips: "We just want to help you. Do you think you can compete with the Confucian Sect by relying on yourself?"

Wang Yu sneered disdainfully. He had seen the even worse scenes, and even caused them with his own hands. Now this is just a slight idea.

After hearing the monk's words, he curled his lips and said, "Help me? You guys really don't take human words as words, but that's okay. Anyway, you've come, and your life is left."

Wang Yu can compete with the golden elixir by building the foundation. At this time, he can still pass even when facing a Nascent Soul cultivator who can directly control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This is not because of how powerful he is, the root of it is still in the attacking methods.

As a sword cultivator who is famous for fighting, there is an essential gap between him and ordinary monks.

The latter is based on Tao, while the technique is the background of the branches and sections.

The former, on the other hand, emphasizes that the sword is not regretful and devotes all his attention to fighting with others.

The gap between them is almost incomparable to ordinary people who only exercise their bodies and martial arts masters who rely on kung fu to make a living.

"Everyone, the thief is crazy, let's join forces to take it down!"

The five oldest among the five Jindans were spoken. He made his statement, so the others would naturally not be indifferent.

"Okay, let's take this guy down."

Wang Yu frowned when he heard it below. Are the monks here so mother-in-law?

I have reached this point, but I still look slow and don’t know how to write the word “death”?

At the moment, he was too lazy to wait, so he directly moved his sword to the air, then activated the sword energy, and turned into a stream of light to attack the five golden elixirs.

"careful!"

"Hurry, use the Vajra Talisman!"

"Wait, one picture is probably not enough, so ten pictures!"

In a panic, before the five Jindan monks could react, two of them were penetrated by Wang Yu's sword, and a huge hole was broken in their dantian and fell straight down.

"Ah! Brother Zhao, Brother Li!"

"Good thief, we can't compete with each other, hurry up and leave!"

"Retreat quickly and retreat quickly, run separately!"

"Damn, this guy is chasing him, Mr. Mu, help me!"

After killing another person, Wang Yu stopped, five Jindan monks, two of them left, leaving three corpses.

At the same time, he also saw the essence of these guys.

If most of the worlds of cultivation are like this, it is no wonder that the three major sects can always dominate the world.

Inexplicably, Wang Yu missed the Ghost Young Master a little, at least he was an opponent who could use all his strength.

But I don’t think that these guys are like these guys now, even the mobs are not considered a mob.
Chapter completed!