Chapter 8: Breakout

A ray of light suddenly attacked the southeast direction of the mountain manor. Under the reflection of the light, a middle-aged fat man was revealed. It was Gu true qi, ranked seventh among the inner sect disciples of the Dongyang Sect.

Gu true qi flew a bead the size of a fist from his sleeve, spinning as it met the flashing light, instantly detonating the sky full of smoke.

"Good thief!" Gu true qi immediately understood the enemy's intention. This attack was not to attack him, but to cover the escape of the enemies in the manor.

Understanding was understanding, but for a time, he couldn't crack it. The smoke scattered in all directions, covering the entire Jinping Shanzhuang with the night, unable to see clearly beyond a foot.

Gu true qi shouted: "Su Shidi Ye, Su Shidi Su, withdraw from the mountain manor, guard one side each, intercept the thieves. If there is any resistance, kill without mercy!"

Two responses came from the south and southeast: "Follow Senior Brother's order!"

The three Foundation Establishment masters of the Dongyang Sect flew back, and the heroes in the mountain manor also did the same. The Zhang family clan elder who controlled the guardian array didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the array had long stopped running. The vine wall a foot high couldn't stop the heroes from retreating at all. Everyone identified the position of the three inner sect disciples of the Dongyang Sect and went in the opposite direction, rushing frantically to the northwest, rushing out of the mountain manor from the smoke.

Liu Xiaolou was also escaping, but his cultivation was not enough, his movements were slow, and he was hanging at the end of the heroes. Escaping like this, there was a great possibility of being caught up by the Dongyang Sect high-level cultivators who heard the news. His heart couldn't help but feel a burst of panic and even despair.

The Jinping Shanzhuang was destroyed like this, and I don't know how many Zhang family members were killed or injured. Although he didn't have any human lives on his hands, would the Dongyang Sect listen to his explanation when they dealt with it? Not killing him would not be enough to appease the "public anger"!

Teacher had participated in many Heroic Assemblies and had told Liu Xiaolou many times that once you accept the Heroic Invitation, you must have the consciousness of being abandoned. At the critical moment, no one will come to save you—if you don't act as a scapegoat to attract the enemy's magic power, why would people invite you to make a fortune?

Liu Xiaolou naturally had this consciousness, but it was the first time he accepted the invitation and he was going to lose his life. He was truly unwilling!

Calm... calm...

His cultivation is too weak. Even if he escapes with the large group, he will inevitably be at the end. Those who escape cannot outrun the Foundation Establishment masters of the Dongyang Sect. People can outrun themselves, so following the escape is a bad strategy.

After pondering for a while, he gritted his teeth, simply turned around, and escaped toward the junction between the southeast and south directions. That is the gap between the positions of the two Dongyang Sect Foundation Establishment masters. When they chase the large group of escapees, they should bypass the mountain manor. In this way, it is his opportunity.

Of course, whether the Dongyang Sect only sent three Foundation Establishment masters and whether there were others, this point could not be known. But according to preliminary judgment, even if there were others, most of them would not be Foundation Establishment cultivation. In any case, his choice was much better than facing Foundation Establishment cultivators directly!

Liu Xiaolou ran in the smoke. At this moment of life and death, his Qi Refinement Stage 2 cultivation was exerted to the extreme. Whether it was his body method or perception, it far exceeded ordinary days, avoiding trees, stairs, rubble, and people one by one...

"Eh?"

"Who?"

"Ah..."

"Almost bumped into me..."

"Stop him!"

"Where, where?"

Liu Xiaolou swung his arms hard, his legs took big strides, his head held high, and he rushed to the edge of the manor. A broken vine wall appeared before his eyes, a foot and a half or six high.

The height that required stepping on the foot to climb over in the past was now just a slight ease, and he leaped over.

The Qi Refinement Stage 2 cultivation that had no progress for three or four years had signs of breaking through?

Liu Xiaolou had no time to think about it. After crossing the wall, he continued to run fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the thick smoke, smelled the fresh breath, saw the stars in the sky, and the black mountain shadows in the night.

A clear shout suddenly sounded not far to the left: "Thief, don't run, surrender quickly, otherwise kill without mercy!"

"Still running? Not afraid of death?..."

"I'll let you run, take your life!"

Of course he had to run, how could he stay and surrender?

Liu Xiaolou lifted a breath of true qi and ran rapidly, as fast as a horse. He could feel that the person chasing behind was not the three Foundation Establishment masters of the Dongyang Sect. This was the opportunity to escape.

At first, he was worried about being caught up quickly, but after running out for several miles, the other party still didn't catch up with him. He couldn't help but look back and found that the person was ten feet behind him, chasing relentlessly.

Glancing hurriedly, the person seemed to have a silk ribbon of indistinguishable color tied between his forehead, scolding angrily in his mouth, letting himself stop and surrender, sounding very young.

Perhaps he was also at the early stage of Qi Refinement like himself?

Escaping for more than ten miles like this, he had already entered an unknown deep mountain. The other party still didn't give up, chasing Liu Xiaolou until his heart was irritable, and suddenly a impulse arose: should he kill back?

First, he could block the enemy, and second, he could see if there was anything good on the other party?

But the teacher once said that disciples of famous sects, even those with weak cultivation, should not be easily provoked. Since they dare to walk down the mountain, they mostly have some powerful magic artifacts or Daoist means.

Can this low-grade ordinary Three Mystical Sword of his hold up?

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly saw someone sitting by a tree, panting heavily, looking very familiar. It was the "suspected plotter" who had plotted against his spirit herb when he was searching for treasure in the Jinping Shanzhuang treasury earlier. I don't know how he escaped here and was resting here.

Liu Xiaolou rushed past him like a gust of wind, immediately alarming this person. Before long, this guy chased after him.

This gentleman obviously recognized Liu Xiaolou, rode side by side, and asked panting: "Little brother... pant... Dongyang Sect... pant... caught up?"

Liu Xiaolou replied panting: "Yes..."

That person's feet immediately accelerated, rushing out a distance, immediately throwing off Liu Xiaolou by several body lengths. His cultivation was obviously a level higher.

Liu Xiaolou gritted his teeth and chased behind: "Brother, don't panic... pant... just one... estimate... it might also be a Zhang family member... junior generation... cultivation is loose..."

Under Liu Xiaolou's explanation, that person's pace slowed down again, looking back from time to time, but the mountain road was rugged, where could he see anyone?

"Just one?"

"One..."

"Not the seven, eight, nine of the Dongyang Sect?"

"Not... in short... cultivation is loose and ordinary..."

"Which mountain head is the little brother from?"

"Raft Sect."

"It turns out to be a brother in the sect! Great... why haven't I seen the little brother?"

"Which branch is the brother from?"

"I am the Seventh Branch, my surname is Ma."

"Met Brother Ma, pant... I am the Ninth Branch, surname Li..."

"So that's how it is..."

While talking, the breath leaked, and the one behind gradually caught up. At this moment, the sky was gradually turning white, and he could see his figure and face clearly.