C71 (1/2)

After meditating for a while, the Genuine Elemental Energy calmed down and was about to teleport away again when Yi Yan suddenly froze.

The Immortal Consciousness spread out towards the lower left side, where a burst of intense spirit energy undulations spread out.

The surface of the Desolation Planet was a vast and boundless desert.

Through the heat rising from the scorching ground, two groups of people were standing in a circle of rising and falling sand dunes, facing each other.

To be exact, there were seven people surrounding the three of them.

This was the first time Yi Yan had encountered another cultivator in the past hundred years. This made Yi Yan finally heave a long sigh of relief.

Since cultivators had appeared here, it meant that the flourishing area of Cultivation Realm was not far away. His lonely journey that spanned hundreds of years could finally come to an end.

The anxiety in his heart was swept away. Yi Yan, who was in a good mood, started to carefully measure the combinations on the ground.

A burly, middle-aged man, a woman in her thirties, and a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old were surrounded.

The middle-aged man and woman were both in the middle stage of the Nascent Infant, while the youth had just reached the Psionic Mortal Realm.

It was very obvious that this was a family of three with very ordinary Cultivation Realm.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's hair was in a mess, and his body was steaming hot. Beads of sweat could be seen dripping down from his flushed face.

His left arm was cut off from his shoulder. Although the wound was already sealed, it was clear that the Genuine Elemental Energy was exhausted and had reached the edge of exhaustion.

The woman's condition was not much better. Her elbow snapped right hand gripped a flying sword and fell not far in front of her. The dark red bloodstains formed an intermittent line that extended from her severed arm all the way to her feet.

Due to the efforts of his parents, the youth was the only one who suffered minor injuries. However, due to his low cultivation, he no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

Amongst the seven people surrounding them, the weakest was still at the late stage of the Nascent Infant while the highest had already reached the middle stage of the Outsider realm.

Although they had consumed some of their true essence, it was still much better than being surrounded by the family of three.

As he was about to arrive at the Cultivation Realm, Yi Yan was in an extremely good mood.

The youth's face was flushed with excitement, the veins on his neck bulged out as he pointed his right hand at a saintly looking cultivator who had the demeanor of an expert and shouted angrily, ”You guys are too overbearing! I am just not willing to become a disciple of your Lang Sect, but you actually did such a vicious thing, are you not afraid of being punished by the heavens?! ”

< p > Lang Sect?

Yi Yan had some impression of this name.

Lang Sect was a mid-sized sect that was more skilled in Artifact Forging, and their shop that specialized in selling artifacts was called Lang Ge, and was considered quite famous in the Cultivation Realm.

The young man pointed at the cultivator and wildly laughed at the sky. ”Haha!” Divine retribution? I've killed many people, but I'm still alive and well. Boy! It is your fortune that my Lang Sect has taken a fancy to you. Since you do not know what's good for you, don't blame me for being heartless!

By the time he finished speaking, the benevolence and benevolence in his eyes had disappeared, and what replaced it was a ferocious and malicious look.

The youth couldn't seem to control his anger any longer and stretched out his trembling right hand. ”Aren't you afraid that I'll pretend to agree before dealing with you?”

The person facing him burst into laughter again. The cultivator who had answered earlier curled his lips in disdain: ”Hmph! Do you think you'll still have a chance to become a formal disciple? You will only become a puppet with your consciousness erased! ”

Before the opposing teenager could reply, the one with the highest cultivation frowned and opened his mouth to stop the other teenager from continuing, ”Don't waste time, kill the two big ones and capture the small one alive. We have already delayed too long.”

This person was clearly the leader of the seven. After hearing his words, the others also stopped talking. The flying sword exuded a variety of colors as it flew through the air, arcing in a beautiful arc towards the middle-aged man and woman standing in front of the youth.

The flying sword drew a long tail of light as it weaved a gorgeous piece of silk in the air, which dazzled the eyes.

However, in the eyes of the middle-aged couple who were locked on by them, what was hidden under the elegant appearance of the sword beam was a bone-chilling, ice-cold killing intent. A furious roar came from the mouth of the middle-aged man, and he actually didn't release his flying sword against his enemy; instead, he jumped into the air and charged towards the incoming flying sword without any hesitation.

At the same time, the woman raised her delicate hand. A light green ribbon instantly enlarged and wrapped itself around the youth's body. However, she barely managed to ride her flying sword as she charged towards the incoming magic treasure like a moth to a flame.

Yi Yan was about to appear and save the three people, but when he saw that they were fighting, he suddenly stopped and carefully observed them.

In this life, Yi Yan grew up in a martial arts family. At the age of eight, he started to learn martial arts. Martial arts occupied an extremely important position in his heart.

When the middle aged man made his move, Yi Yan immediately realized that he had some attainments in martial arts. Although he could not compare with, it was still considered hard for him to be a cultivator.

In the midst of his excitement, Yi Yan started to carefully study his moves, and even tried to figure out in his mind how he would react if he was on both sides.

In the air, the middle-aged man's right hand that was holding onto his sword had already turned a little white due to overexertion. With his wide open eyes and tightly clenched teeth, the crazy aura of death together with his enemy actually forced the Lang Sect, which was controlling his flying sword, to shake their hands, along with the flying sword which was charging straight up.

The big man seized this opportunity and roared loudly. The flying sword in his hand hacked at the back of the nearest flying sword at lightning speed.

At the same time as the flying sword was injured, the cultivator, who was controlling the flying sword from afar, fiercely raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was no longer able to control the spell in his hand and the flying sword lost control and fell to the ground.