The situation of Bu Luo zipping past the two white-robed men fell into Li Yan's divine sense. This made his suspicion that the white-robed middle-aged man and the Jingtu Sect Chan Monk were not targeting him rise again.
"There's no reason for them to see Bu Luo enter the optimal attack range and yet do nothing, letting him zip past. Even if there is a monk in ambush over here, it's not necessarily a better attack opportunity than just now. Why are they doing this?" For a moment, even with Li Yan's intelligence, he was confused.
Of course, he didn't think these three were trying to help Bu Luo. Unless their brains were broken, no one would try to ambush dozens of people with just three. And these two, from beginning to end, had only hidden themselves quietly and had not set up any formations at all. Were they planning to just face dozens of cultivators head-on?
But this situation did not keep Li Yan waiting for long. Just as Bu Luo flew forward another thirty or forty li, only fifty-some li from Li Yan's side, the white-robed middle-aged man directly took to the air and, without a sound, rushed towards Bu Luo from behind. The white-robed young man followed closely. This was by no means a good time to attack, but the white-robed middle-aged man chose this moment to do so. Li Yan's suspicion grew heavier.
After approaching within a hundred li of the Flame Palace, Bu Luo had actually also discovered Li Yan's existence. After several days of fleeing, Bu Luo was already exhausted, both in terms of magic power and divine sense. So he was unable to exert his full late-stage Foundation Establishment strength, let alone maintain a large-scale divine sense coverage at all times. So he could only choose the most energy-saving method while keeping himself within a certain safe range. Thus, he had discovered Li Yan a little late.
When he discovered Li Yan in his divine sense, he was of course shocked and couldn't help but curse his bad luck. He had thought that this was the Flame Palace mountain, and even if cultivators came here, they would have long since entered the mountain itself. How could there still be a cultivator sitting cross-legged outside? If he had known, he would have turned and fled when he was two hundred li away.
At that time, although the people behind might still have been able to discover him, the probability was actually less than thirty percent and worth the risk. It was just that to ensure his safety, he had flown a bit farther towards the mountain, unexpectedly falling into the range of this cultivator in front.
Bu Luo only swept a quick glance at Li Yan and once again confirmed Li Yan's mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. He estimated that he had fallen into the other's divine sense after entering the two-hundred-li range. The fact that the other party had not come forward to block him gave him some slight relief.
All this happened in a very short period of time. After discovering Li Yan's existence, Bu Luo had already flown forward another thirty or forty li. His figure paused slightly, only then did he realize that the cultivator sitting cross-legged in front was Li Yan, the poison cultivator he had seen before.
But no matter what, Bu Luo still turned sideways, still planning to escape quickly. He couldn't be sure if Li Yan was friend or foe. His young master had said this person's cultivation was already on par with his own, and what's more, he was a difficult poison cultivator.
But as he turned sideways, he noticed that the cultivator named "Jianghai" still had not stood up to block him, but was staring at a certain spot behind him with a strange gaze.
And at this moment, Bu Luo felt all the hair on his body stand on end. The greatest life-and-death crisis of the past few days welled up in his heart. Although Bu Luo was arrogant, he had also experienced trials under the guidance of the green-robed scholar. His reactions were extremely fast. His brain had not yet processed Li Yan's strange gaze, but his body had already reacted instinctively.
The oilcloth under his feet twisted. At this moment, the oilcloth completed a turn at an incredible angle within an extremely small range. To the disbelief of the person behind him, Bu Luo narrowly avoided this sneak attack from a Pseudo-Core cultivator. A sharp glint grazed past the back of Bu Luo's head and directly cut the strap of the bamboo basket on his back, incidentally cutting off a few strands of hair from the back of his head.
The moment the sharp glint cut the basket strap, a dazzling golden light erupted from the strap, instantly submerging Bu Luo in golden light. Then, from the always-open mouth of the bamboo basket, a smoke-like arm reached out and grabbed at the attacker. Then there was a loud boom, and the smoke-like arm collapsed. At the same time, Bu Luo shot forward again, a large amount of blood spilling from his mouth and ears.
Although he had dodged the sneak attack from behind, his hasty response had already cost him dearly. His cultivation was already inferior to the attacker's. Just now, in desperation, he had forcibly circulated his magic power and barely avoided the other's sneak attack. If it weren't for his sharp magical treasures, his head would have been lopped off in that one blow.
At the same time, the person who had attacked him from behind also let out a light "yi" of surprise and was momentarily stunned. He said, "So it's a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Have you cultivated a good concealment technique, or do you have a similar magical treasure?"
Under the shockwave of the golden light, Bu Luo's body swayed but he immediately stood firm and continuously retreated to the side. A dozen or so zhang away, Bu Luo's figure slowly emerged from the void.
Stumbling forward, Bu Luo tried to pull away from the other party. He looked back hastily and saw a white-robed middle-aged man appear where he had just been standing, looking at him with astonishment. A look of greed appeared in the white-robed middle-aged man's eyes.
Before the lunging Bu Luo could see clearly, the white-robed middle-aged man's figure blurred again and disappeared from his original spot.
The white-robed middle-aged man, of course, would not give Bu Luo any chance to catch his breath. With swift momentum, he attacked Bu Luo again. The moment the white-robed man appeared, he no longer hid his tracks. In just a few dozen li, he naturally knew that Li Yan had also discovered him, but the white-robed middle-aged man completely ignored Li Yan and went all out to attack Bu Luo.
This time, Bu Luo had suffered a great loss. A sneak attack from a Pseudo-Core cultivator had thrown him into disarray.
Although he had been in a sorry state these past few days, relying on his superior magical treasures, he had only been a little disheveled and tired. So, in his heart, not only had his previous pride not diminished in the slightest, but it had further stirred his arrogance and unwillingness. He believed that with his current cultivation and the several magical treasures his young master had given him, he could almost walk sideways on this second level. So what if it was a Pseudo-Core? Weren't they just eating his dust behind him?
If it weren't for the fact that there were too many Pseudo-Core cultivators in that palace back then, if there had only been one or two, he might have dared to snatch it by force. But in the end, he was hurt by his own pride. What he didn't know was that even if the white-robed middle-aged cultivator didn't launch a sneak attack and just used a frontal assault, he wouldn't last a quarter of an hour against this person. Some things could not be compensated for with magical treasures.
High-powered magical treasures, of course, could unleash their true power the more they were used by someone with higher cultivation. Now, with Bu Luo's cultivation, among all his magical treasures, the only one he could truly drive to unleash more than eighty percent of its power was that broken oilcloth. And that was because flying magical treasures were easy to control. Even his natal magical treasure, the bamboo basket on his back, he could only unleash half of its power.
The moment the white-robed man attacked, Li Yan, dozens of li away, had already sensed his strength. Li Yan narrowed his eyes. Although the white-robed cultivator was not like the peak second-tier Rhino-Horned Green Python, with strength far exceeding his peers, he was still among the top existences in the Pseudo-Core realm.
If he were to face him, apart from the Qiongqi Purgatory Art and the Fragmented Poison Body, he would definitely be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of spirit power cultivation. If the other party knew his offensive advantages and just used long-range, high-powered immortal arts, it would be almost impossible for Li Yan to win. He could only flee.
And Li Yan was certain that the white-robed cultivator absolutely knew the power of his body refining art. So Li Yan was considering how to win if he were to face this person.
Bu Luo felt his head a little dizzy. The other party's single blow, which he had blocked with all his might in a hurry, had already shaken his mind due to the hasty preparation. The white-robed man was clearly an experienced fighter and gave him no chance to catch his breath.
The moment Bu Luo looked back and saw the white-robed cultivator disappear again, he swayed his shoulder, and a bamboo branch suddenly shot out from the mouth of the bamboo basket. The branch glowed with a verdant light and was perfectly straight. Only at the top of the branch grew three green bamboo leaves. The moment the branch appeared, it grew in the wind. The three bamboo leaves instantly enlarged, propping up like an umbrella. Circles of visible ripples spread out from the three large, green bamboo leaves, immediately enveloping Bu Luo beneath the entire branch. Then, layers of cyan halos appeared outside his body.
The moment the bamboo branch's transformation appeared, a tiny white glint had already cut into the cyan halo, again aimed at the vital point of Bu Luo's neck. From this, one could see the ruthlessness of the white-robed middle-aged man's attacks; both times, they were aimed at Bu Luo's head.
Once hit without the strength to resist, Bu Luo would have no choice but for his soul to escape.
The tiny white glint slashed into the cyan halo as if it were cutting into a pool of soft water. It was a Willow Leaf Flying Saber, only as wide as an index finger and about a foot long. It had no hilt, and the entire blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, flashing with a faint silver light. It was clear that it was a magical treasure specializing in swift attacks, like needle-type magical treasures that cultivators were reluctant to encounter.
The moment the Willow Leaf Flying Saber sank into the cyan halo, the faint silver light on its body brightened slightly, and the entire blade extended a few more inches, coming less than five inches from Bu Luo's neck. Bu Luo felt as if he had been hit by a heavy blow, like being smashed from behind by a swinging giant hammer. The bamboo branch extending from the basket behind him, as if stimulated by something, burst forth with a dazzling green light. Even the white-robed middle-aged man, who had just appeared, couldn't help but raise his hand to shield his eyes.
In a flash of green light, Bu Luo stumbled forward with even greater speed, as if fleeing with a flying saber stuck in the back of his neck.
The white-robed middle-aged man only slightly shielded his eyes with his hand, but his protective light shield had already risen. Feeling no further attack coming, he also felt a sense of relief.
Then he looked ahead and couldn't help but be even more astonished. His attack had still failed to take this book-boy's life.
It should be known that under the attack of his Willow Leaf Flying Saber, let alone a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, even late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators rarely survived.
Otherwise, why would those Blue Sea Sect female cultivators be so afraid of him? It was because after seeing the white-robed middle-aged man attack, the two female cultivators knew that their so-called cultivation was a joke in his eyes. A single blow would be enough to take both their lives.
"This person's magical treasure is formidable!" This was the white-robed middle-aged man's first reaction.