C493 Poor

"Friend, we have no ill intentions. We will leave now." The person on the other side looked at Zuo Yu and his group and his expression changed again and again. In the end, he gave in and said, "Oh right, we just came in and got nothing. We can swear."

Zuo Yu waved his hand and the group of people left in a hurry.

Zuo Yu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he came in alone this time, the bloody battle would be inevitable, right? This was truly a naked reality.

"Hehe, this group of cowards." Some of the Knights of Black Flame started to make fun of them.

"What kind of place is this? Why is it so spacious?"

"Who knows?"

The Knights of Black Flame discussed among themselves and looked around curiously.

Outside, the group of people sped up as soon as they left the palace. They ran away as if they were fleeing. They only slowed down after running for a few thousand miles.

"Uncle, we ran away without fighting?" A young man in a purple robe in the crowd said unwillingly, "I think those people must be from a big force. If we kill them, we will definitely gain a lot."

"Shut up. What do you know?" Uncle shouted angrily.

"How could that be possible?" An old man beside him muttered to himself. He still didn't quite believe it.

"Yeah, are they really Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors? How is this possible? What kind of power could send so many Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors to protect a single person? " The other old man was also filled with disbelief.

"Could it be that our eyes are playing tricks on us?"

"How is that possible? Their auras are very clear."

"Fortunately, they didn't attack us. Otherwise, how are we supposed to defend against them? There are only four Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage amongst us, right?" A middle-aged man said with a sigh.

"Perhaps they don't want to attack us rogue cultivators."

Hearing their words, the face of the young man in purple changed dramatically. He didn't dare to speak anymore. The dissatisfaction on his face disappeared. Those people were all Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors? In any case, he was only an Early True Martial warrior, so he couldn't tell. He could only tell that those people were very obedient and had high expectations. They weren't enough to be afraid of... In fact, wasn't he the same as well?

"Let's go, we have to be more careful from now on."

"That's right."

The group quickly left.

Time passed slowly.

Walking on the ancient city streets, the surroundings were all dark red, incomparably hot.

Jinlin followed beside Zuo Yu. There were more than 36 riders. Now, they were all more casual, and they were chatting and laughing as they moved around. Sometimes, they would even walk around the houses nearby. Anyway, they were fast enough. They would not fall behind at all.

Two of them even found two ancient dark red broadswords. They smiled and brought them to Zuo Yu. Of course, Zuo Yu didn't need them. He had seen them before, so he didn't try to snatch them from them. The two of them accepted the sabers excitedly. Apart from the sturdiness of the sabers, there was nothing else they could do about it. It was very handy for these desert scorpions.

Zuo Yu originally thought that it was enough to show off by leading so many people. But now he discovered that it was not the case. They had walked through many groups like theirs along the way. Now, everyone in the group had learned how to form an alliance, except for a few extremely powerful lone rangers. The rest of them traveled together, with the least number of people in the team being around ten to twenty. Dozens of people could be seen everywhere. There was nothing special about their group.

After all, those who had some influence were trying to form a group. It would be difficult for ordinary rogue cultivators like them to survive if they did not form an alliance. Once they joined forces, they could even kill the people of the major factions. It was even easier to snatch the treasure. The benefits were obvious. Hence, the number of troops increased and became bigger and bigger...

Zuo Yu wanted to catch up with Bai Yu'an and Kuan Su, but he had been recuperating for a few days, and those people were long gone.

The group of people walked through the main street, and there were people standing in the distance who started to talk.

"Who are these people? Why are they wearing the same clothes? They are not a group of rogue cultivators."

"I think these people are all Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors. Oh, apart from those two who are walking at the front, could it be that my eyes are playing tricks on me?"

"I think so too."

"I don't think so. Their auras are a bit chaotic, and it's very easy for people to mix them up."

"That's true. A chaotic battle might break out at any moment now. Everyone's auras are in chaos. They're just a little more ferocious." Many people didn't believe it.

"That's right." Most people agreed.

"But these people are definitely not some kind people..."

Boom! Just as the group of people were discussing, there was a deafening explosion in front of them. Countless dark red dust blurred their vision. It was as if a house had collapsed.

"F * ck, someone really took action?" Someone widened their eyes.

"It's the Monolithic Sword Saint's group. This group of people is a group of ruthless people. They are all formidable bandit groups. They should have gathered more than a hundred people." Someone's expression changed slightly.

"Let's leave quickly. We don't want them to attack us later..." Someone said in shock.

Zuo Yu felt a little depressed. He thought that they wouldn't encounter an ambush. In the end, he really thought too much. It had only been a short period of time before the surprise attack arrived. This was a group of over a hundred people. They cried out strangely as they charged forward. There were some who whistled, brandishing their weapons as they tumbled about. They seemed vicious and vicious, but in reality, they were just a group of motley crew. Furthermore, he could tell that there were only seven or eight Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors in this group. Furthermore, they didn't have any special characteristics. They should be ordinary Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors. They might not even be able to defeat any one of them in a one-on-one fight.

"Hehe, prey is coming."

"Haha..." The eyes of the Knights of Black Flame lit up. Their hands were itching.

"Young Master, do you want to kill him?" Jinlin's eyes sparkled as he asked.

"Do we need to ask?" Zuo Yu said in a low voice. "Since they want to kill us, we will not let any of them live."

"Hehe, got it." Jinlin grinned. "Kill!" Jinlin took the lead and charged forward.

"Kill!" The 36 riders shouted together and charged forward bravely. They actually did not have any strategy. They rushed out like a wisp of smoke, but their Qi was much stronger. For a moment, a vicious aura soared into the sky, directly suppressing the entire battlefield.

Both sides were crazily attacking each other. They immediately rushed together.

Zuo Yu took a light step forward, a hundred meters with each step. He also walked forward casually. One of the leaders had a ferocious expression on his face. When he saw Zuo Yu coming over, he immediately decided to capture the leader of the bandits first. He waved his big sword and swung it at Zuo Yu.

Zuo Yu's facial expression remained unchanged. He threw a punch at the leader. The leader still had a ferocious smile on his face. In an instant, he had killed the leader with his sword.

The number of people on both sides was obviously different. The number of enemies was three or four times more than Zuo Yu's. However, the charge had ended. Both sides were charging at each other, and the end was especially fast. In less than a breath's time, Zuo Yu and his team had already left.

Dust flew everywhere, and it was still misty. However, the shouts in front of them had stopped.

Although the scene was blurry, as True Martial Stage warriors, the group of people behind them could still see the situation in front of them.

They were ready to escape, but they were all stunned by what they saw.

"This... The Monolithic Sword Saint and the others are finished?"

"Is there even a need to say that? Their corpses are all there..."

"That's too fierce."

"The young men in black armor were really Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage warriors? "

"That's right."

"Tsk, didn't you just say that just now?"

"They didn't even pay attention to us..."

"Let's go..."

"Haha, great!"

After the first battle, the 36 riders were all very excited. They were all excitedly laughing and joking with each other.

"Young master." Jinlin walked up with a smile on his face, and handed all the storage ring he had just obtained to Zuo Yu.

"Jinlin, count these and divide them evenly." Zuo Yu waved his hand and said.

"How can this be?" Jinlin was startled for a moment and quickly said.

"Hehe, I don't lack these. You guys can divide them. Just cultivate well." Zuo Yu said with a smile. He also observed them for a moment. These people were indeed not bad. However, they were a bit poor. Some of them did not have good weapons. As a Ninth Layer of True Martial Stage Demon King, he did not even have a good weapon. How poor were they?

"Thank you, young master." Jinlin bowed and said. He wasn't an indecisive person, so he immediately expressed his gratitude. Zuo Yu's observation was correct. They were indeed very poor. They lived in the depths of the desert all year round. At most, they would fight with those Sand Bandits. Or perhaps... Killing a few desert ascetics, how could there be any good stuff? The reason why they could cultivate to this stage was because the Spiritual Force in their territory was richer. This was also the 36 mounts. If it were any other Demon King... They wouldn't have such a decent weapon.

"Thank you, Young Master."

"Hehe, thank you, boss..." The 36 riders became even more excited.

"Their Spirit Stone actually add up to a few thousand. Young Master... This..." Jinlin was also a little soft-hearted. He had never seen so many Spirit Stone before. " There were also so many spirit medicines, pill, weapons... Mm. There are also martial arts manuals..."

"Hehe, you guys can divide them. If there are more, you can give some to your companions." Zuo Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, this place is not peaceful. There will be more stock in the future."

"Thank you, boss. Haha..."

"Give me this halberd, I've been wanting this kind of weapon for a long time. Hehe."

"I want this Azure Edge Sword..."

The group of people were incomparably excited. If anyone saw it, they would definitely laugh at it: A group of country bumpkins!

Time slowly passed.

Within a small palace, the gravity was exceptionally high, and the temperature was exceptionally hot.

Zuo Yu had already known some of the rules of life in the Ancient Flame Race. It seemed that places where the gravity was greater and the heat was greater were often more important places, and they also had precious treasures.

Zuo Yu led Jinlin and the others into the palace at high speed. There was a chaotic battle going on inside the palace. There were more than a hundred people here. Violent killing intent filled the entire palace, and their eyes had already turned red from killing each other.

"Star Fragment?" Zuo Yu saw what everyone was fighting over. It was a few complete Star Fragment. However, at this moment, all of them were engaged in a frenzied battle. For a moment, no one was able to rush over and take away the Star Fragment.