: Good Throat Cutting

Yes, in their eyes, these people were weird everywhere. When the others thought of the two girls having foundation-building pills, they naturally thought of it, but experience told them that this foundation-building pill was not easy to get. If you are not careful, you will most likely lose their lives.

Don’t ask them how they know, it’s what experience tells them, how many monks die from a greedy death.

The monks stood on the branches not far away, or came in mid-air, but Chu Qiantang and Fu Uncle took their every move into their eyes.

When he found that four of them had abnormal movements, Chu Qiantang curled his lips slightly, and he played with the sharp dagger in his hand, and said to his mother beside him: "Mom, maybe I can make you a Qiankun bag first."

Yun Niang was slightly stunned when she heard this. Because she knew what she meant, she looked around. However, with her low cultivation level, she could not find the location of those foundation-building cultivators.

Chu Qiantang did not lower his voice. The dozen monks who were paying attention to them could hear clearly. When he heard the boy's words, a thoughtful light flashed through the eyes of those who did not intend to get involved. When the four monks who were about to take action heard it, their eyes also fell on the boy in white robe.

This young man looks like a rich young master. How capable can he have?

"The others are not afraid. Three people deal with the old Jindan man, and one person deals with the young man and the others. Let's fight quickly! We will share the foundation building pill evenly!" One of the monks said, looking at the people below, with a sharp murderous intent in his eyes.

"Okay!" The other three responded without objection.

"Do it!"

After saying that, four figures swept down from a high place. They did not directly attack the two girls who were building the foundation, because they knew that the two of them would not build the foundation smoothly in a while. It would be better to deal with the others first and then deal with the two girls.

Chu Qiantang looked up and stood up, while saying to her mother: "Mom, retreat to the safe place to watch." After saying that, the white figure had already flew out and rushed towards the foundation-building monk who was coming towards her.

The foundation-building monk who attacked the young man in white robe originally thought that the young man could send him back with one blow, but unexpectedly, when the other party saw the sharp sword in his hand attacking him, he came forward without avoiding it. The dagger in his hand blocked his sword tip approached again, making the sword in his hand bend down bit by bit.

"How do you want to die?"

The boy's cold voice fell into his ears with a cold murderous intent, which made him feel shocked and he was slightly lost. The next moment, the boy curled up the corner of his lips and showed a wicked smile. The dagger that blocked the tip of his sword turned somehow. He only saw the white shadows in front of him flashing. In an instant, the breath of death enveloped him. Before he could even exclaim, he felt a biting cold and coldness on his neck. The sword energy passed by, and he knew nothing about his neck. The next moment, warm blood surged out, covering the cold chill.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, his body stiffened and all movements stopped in an instant. His eyes were wide open in horror and looked ahead in fear.

"I think the throat cut is good, what do you think?"

Chu Qiantang's voice came out again, and the stiff figure also fell to the ground with a bang...
Chapter completed!