In the eyes of cultivators, mortals are small.

The reason why Chang Sheng did not help when he was fighting was because Wang Wuming never expected that Junior Brother Chang would fight back with fists and feet.

A cultivator wrestled with a group of street gangsters, and Changsheng's old fist made Wang Wu stunned.

"Although we are low-level cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, we have true energy in our body. As long as we use true energy to protect our body, ordinary mortals cannot get close to us. If we encounter danger, we can use sword energy to kill them."

While teaching his experience in fighting, Wang Wuming patted the scabbard on his back and said, "The power of magical instruments cannot be stopped by mortals."

"The sword energy is too dangerous and there is no deep hatred. You can't kill people casually." Chang Sheng said with a burp after eating the wind and burping.

"If Junior Brother Chang was provoked first, then he could naturally draw his sword." Wang Wuming nodded and said, "We are cultivators. Apart from the sect's precepts, the government has no right to hold people accountable."

"Human lives are so worthless?" After hearing what Wang Wuming said, even killing those street fans just now was not a big deal, and Chang Sheng was surprised.

"Sometimes this is true. Not to mention human life, how much is the life of us cultivators worth?" Wang Wuming smiled bitterly. He had seen many life and death separations, and had no companions who died in danger. Even those who collected the corpse.

After eating, the two of them found an inn and asked for the best room to rest for one night. The next day they left the town.

Walking on the path on the tea mountain, you often walk vigorously.

He has a strong physical constitution and crosses mountains and ridges as if walking on flat ground. However, Wang Wuming was exhausted after walking for a long time and proposed to rest.

"Junior Brother Chang's muscles and bones seem to be polished from time to time, and his foundation is good." Taking out the water bag, Wang Wuming sipped clean water and praised.

"I did a lot of farm work, but I got it done." Chang Sheng smiled and said, "Senior Brother Wang, when can we find it like this? The red-eyed mink mouse doesn't even have a shadow."

"Depending on luck, there are often red-eyed minks around Tea Mountain. We should find more areas of rotten wood to find some clues."

Wang Wuming sang and continued to move forward, saying, "If you have spiritual consciousness, it is easy to find a target. Unfortunately, only foundation-building cultivators can cultivate spiritual consciousness, and we disciples in the Qi Refining Stage do not have it."

Feeling the power of the foundation building realm, Wang Wuming continued: "When it comes to foundation building, there is no need for sword energy. Once the flying sword is released, the general's head can be taken in front of the Thousand Army formation. That is the real master of cultivation. Like us disciples in the Qi Refining Stage, it is easy to deal with some mortal street gangsters. If we really encounter the army of the state, we have to retreat."

The sword energy can kill ten or hundreds of people, but in the end it can't kill thousands of people. When facing the army, the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage are also at risk of being killed.

"It would be simple if you have a flying magic weapon. If you can't beat it, you can just leave it." Chang Sheng said, pushing away a hanging vine.

"Yes, as long as you have flying magic weapons, you can go anywhere in the world. That is the real flying and escaping. It's just that it's too expensive and the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage can't afford it." Wang Wuming sighed.

"There is a rotten ancient tree!" Chang Sheng, who was walking in front, discovered the target.

An ancient tree that only three or five people could embrace appeared in the jungle in the distance. Most of the ancient tree had rotted, leaving only a trunk of more than two meters high, standing barely in the depths of the jungle.

"This tree is old, and the red-eyed mink likes to live in this kind of rotten wood the most. Be careful of junior brother Chang." Wang Wuming warned before he could get close: "Although the red-eyed mink is not too fierce, it is a low-level monster after all, and once it gets angry, it can cause a considerable threat."

The two of them approached the ancient tree cautiously, like two cautious cheetahs.

At dusk, the cold evening breeze blows in the forest with coldness, and the dim sunshine exudes the last luster, pulling the shadow of the earth for a long time until it pulls into the darkness.

As we got closer to the ancient tree, the decayed aura became stronger and stronger, and the decayed aura was mixed with a bloody smell.

The nose wings moved, and Changsheng stopped under the tree.

"Does the red-eyed mink eat blood in addition to eating rotten corpses?"

Chang Sheng lowered his voice and asked, with his sensitive sense of smell, he could almost determine that there were fresh corpses in the ancient tree.

"I don't know how to easily. The red-eyed mink doesn't like fresh prey. Why, what did Junior Brother Chang find?"

Wang Wuming also raised his nose and sniffed himself, saying, "It seems like there is a bloody smell, it shouldn't be. Is there no red-eyed marten rat in the rotten wood?"

flap!

As soon as Wang Wuming finished speaking, he heard a strange sound from Fumu, which was so shocked that he quickly took two steps back.

Flip!

More strange sounds appeared, as if countless pairs of wings were hidden in the rotten ancient tree.

"Can the red-eyed marten flew?" Chang Sheng had never seen a monster, and not only was he not afraid, but he felt it was novel.

"I can't fly, there's no red-eyed marten in the tree! Junior Brother Chang retreated!" Wang Wuming's expression changed, and he retreated one after another. At the same time, he pulled out the long sword behind him. As the true energy was circulating, the blade shone with light.

Fluff! Fluff!

A black shadow suddenly appeared from the ancient tree, and it was like a stream of black smoke. With a squeaking scream, it turned out to be a group of big black bats.

These bats are covered in black hair, sharp teeth, and have a palm-sized wing. They still have food residues and meat residues in their mouths. They look extremely ferocious.

"Carnivorous bat!" Chang Sheng exclaimed, the first time such a big bat was seen.

"True Qi protects the body!" Wang Wuming had already made movements, circulating the true Qi to cover the body, and first isolated his own qi and blood breath.

Changsheng followed suit and barely covered his body with thin true energy. Since Wang Wuming did not run away, it means that there is a way to deal with these big bats.

Wang Wuming began to pinch the magic tricks. As the big bat was covered with overwhelming light, a ray of fire burst out from Wang Wuming's palm.

"Fire method, fireball!"

With a light drink, the fire in Wang Wuming's hand expanded rapidly until it condensed into a fireball the size of a lantern.

The fireball was burning and the heat swelled up. The big bats around were so scared that they retreated one after another, but they still circled around and refused to retreat.

Seeing the use of other people's spells, Changsheng was a little confused while being novel.

There are hundreds of bats around, like a pack of wolves, and there is no end to kill a ball of fireballs. Is Wang Wuming planning to cast fireballs dozens of times at a time?

The display of spells consumes true energy than sword energy. It is not a wise move to kill all the big bats with fireworks, unless the five kings have other plans.

Sure enough, when he was always confused, Wang Wuming slapped his hands in the air, and the ball of fireworks flew into the air.

"crack!"

When the fireball flew into the air, Wang Wuming had a cracked letter and saw the big fireball split into pieces with a bang, falling down the sky of Mars, and a rain of fire broke out.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

The power of fire rain is not great, and it cannot kill hundreds of bats, but it can ignite their hair. So the bats were so scalded that they screamed and flew away indiscriminately, leaving no trace in a blink of an eye.

Cracking, Mars fell on Chang Sheng's body and made a slight crisp sound. If it weren't for the protection of the body of true qi, the eyebrows, hair and this Taoist robe would basically not be able to be protected.

It's true that he is an old man, and he often secretly picks his fingers.

It turns out that the true qi protection that Wang Wuming mentioned before can not only isolate his own qi and blood, but also to block this Martian rain.
Chapter completed!