Next to the clear stream, a group of men and women in short robes are sitting by the river to rest.

All of them wear crowns of different materials on their heads, which are densely covered with runes and inlaid with precious stones, exuding faint energy fluctuations.

Wearing battle armor and holding a long sword in his hand, he was obviously dressed as a monk.

It seems that after a long journey, these monks have a touch of fatigue on their faces, but even so, they still watch the surroundings alertly when they are resting.

So when Tang Zhen deliberately made a move, he was immediately discovered by these monks.

"Who is it, where is hiding sneakily?"

As a young monk screamed, the surrounding companions all bounced from the ground, their swords unsheathed, staring at the woods not far away.

Several of the cultivators still have the light group in their hands, and they seem to be able to launch an attack at any time.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just a trailblazer!"

A faint voice came, and Tang Zhen walked out of the woods, glanced at the monks who were waiting in a row, and explained quietly.

After seeing that Tang Zhen was alone and could not see any cultivation level, the nervous monks breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

However, some people were still worried. One of the young monks questioned Tang Zhen: "This is a barren mountain. You, an ordinary person without any cultivation level, dare to run around here, don't you be afraid of being caught by a monster. Swallowed?"

"Or are you ill-intentioned and trying to disadvantage us?"

When the questioning monk talked about this, he actually stabbed the long sword in his hand directly, looking at this posture, it seemed that he was going to kill Tang Zhen with a single sword!

Regardless of whether he was intimidating or not, the murderous aura in his eyes did exist. It seemed that in his eyes, Tang Zhen, who had no cultivation base, was an ant that could run over to death at will.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing that the monk's long sword was less than an inch away from his body, and he had no intention of closing his hand, Tang Zhen's face sank slightly, and he raised his hand to point the long sword.

Hearing only a light "hum" sound, the well-forged long sword screamed, suddenly shattered into countless small pieces, rolled upside down and flew towards the attacker's body.

"Be careful!"

Upon seeing this, a white-haired old man in the team reminded him loudly with a frightened face, and at the same time waved and threw an item similar to a jade medal, which suddenly exploded in front of the attacker.

An energy shield appeared instantaneously, protecting the young monk who attacked Tang Zhen behind him. Unexpectedly, the shattered piece of metal seemed like an invincible soldier, smashing the shield that had just been propped up.

The cultivator who attacked Tang Zhen screamed, his whole body was beaten violently, and he fell softly to the ground.

"Hey!"

Upon seeing this, the white-haired old man showed anxiety and shock in his eyes, and shouted "array alert" to the monk beside him, and then took out a pair of golden rings and slammed them at Tang Zhen.

The golden ring flew extremely fast and fell in front of Tang Zhen in an instant, and then the light soared so that people could barely open their eyes.

At the same time, the diameter of the golden ring continued to expand, and it was pulled up towards Tang Zhen's body, as if to trap him.

"Little trick, dare to show off in front of me!"

Tang Zhen snorted coldly and waved his hand at the golden ring. Then he saw a ball of flame appear and land on the golden ring.

The seemingly tough golden ring paused for a moment. After encountering the flames released by Tang Zhen, it suddenly seemed to be made of ice, rapidly melting in the flames.

"Oh, it hurts me too!"

As Jin Huan disappeared in the blink of an eye, the old man's face turned pale as paper, and after a wild cry, a mouthful of blood was ejected from his mouth.

"Uncle Master, how are you doing?"

Seeing this, the cultivators next to him quickly cast worried eyes, as if they wanted to step forward to help.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired old man braced his swaying body and shouted at the monk beside him: "The enemy is too powerful. You can't be opponents. I'll cover, you run!"

When the white-haired old man said this, he took out a pile of finely carved jade balls from his body, raised his hands and knocked hard, and then saw a lightning bolt with a thick thumb appearing out of nowhere, heading straight for Tang Zhen.

"You run away!"

While attacking Tang Zhen, the old man did not forget to remind the other monks to escape, but the next scene caused his heart to sink to the bottom.

Tang Zhen stretched out his hand in front of him, and the thunder fell into Tang Zhen's hands like a docile little snake. At the same time, he was constantly twisting, seeming to be full of admiration for Tang Zhen.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The white-haired old man almost glared his eyes when he saw it. He never dreamed that the lightning chain released by his magic weapon would not have any attack effect on the enemy.

Thinking of fleeing in front of such a strong man is simply wishful thinking!

Although he understood this truth in his heart, the white-haired old man still didn't want to give up. He just wanted to put it together, maybe he could escape one or two.

"If you don't speak clearly today, none of you should think about leaving!"

As soon as Tang Zhen's words fell, the thunder snake in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, and then, like a creature with spirituality, circled the monks continuously.

Every time it turns, the volume of the Thunder snake becomes larger. After only a few dozen breaths, the Thunder snake has turned into a Thunder Python with a hideous and terrifying appearance!

After seeing this scene, the white-haired old man was desperate and signaled the cultivators to stop making senseless resistance, lest Tang Zhen really hurt the killer.

If you don't surrender, Tang Zhen's strength is far beyond them. At this moment, it is more like playing around. Otherwise, by his means, it is estimated that he and others would have become corpses long ago!

"Your Excellency, please stop, let's talk about it slowly!"

The white-haired old man arched his hand to Tang Zhen, with a hint of begging on his face. Facing such a strong man with no source, he could only pull his face down to beg for mercy.

However, he respects the strong in the cultivation world, and Tang Zhen has such strength, and there is nothing wrong with his low breath.

"Now I'm thinking about talking and discussing, why did I just do it directly?"

Tang Zhen snorted coldly, and said to the old man: "If I were an ordinary person, I was afraid that I would be killed by you just now with a sword?"

The old man smiled bitterly, and explained to Tang Zhen: "Your Excellency may not know that we have encountered various interceptions along the way, and we have long since fallen.

It is really rare that there are people in this barren mountains and wild beasts, and the monsters are rampant. You don't have the breath of a monk in your body. It is unavoidable that people are suspicious."

The old man's explanation seemed perfect, but Tang Zhen only believed it halfway.

This group of cultivators usually treat mortals like weeds, so they didn't hesitate to start their hands.

Of course he was not going to pursue it, but looked at the old man and asked: "Now tell me, who are you and what are you going to do?"

"In reply to your Excellency, we are from the Spirit Sword Sect, and we plan to go to Qiyang City to recruit new entry-level disciples for the sect."

After the old man answered, he looked at him nervously, with a very respectful attitude.

"Qiyang City?"

After hearing this name, Tang Zhen secretly said by coincidence that the place he was going to was precisely Qiyang City.

Perhaps this is not necessarily a coincidence, but the force of destiny is guiding it.

As the son of destiny, Naluoqi still has the power to help him and guide the rescuer to his side, even though he is experiencing changes now.