The Martial Son-in-law

However, Zhang Chu didn't want to pursue the matter further. The fall of the female Ghost Cultivator was like a fuse that ignited an explosive barrel. Ghost Cultivator let out a low and suppressed roar. In an instant, all eyes were fixed on Zhang Chu. When one of the Ghost Cultivator launched an attack at Zhang Chu, the rest of the Ghost Cultivator followed suit.    

"Protect Lin Qingyan." Zhang Chu told Zhao Tang who was beside him. Then, with a tap of his toes, he went forward to meet the attack.    

Facing Ghost Cultivator, who was coming after him, Zhang Chu only raised his leg and kept kicking him, repeating the same action.    

It looked like a simple and ordinary action, but it contained a profound meaning.    

The tip of his foot shot out like an arrow, then quickly retracted and shot out again.    

The tip of his foot, which was wrapped in true qi, broke through Ghost Cultivator's protective true qi without any resistance. If it was light, it would be kicked away, his tendons would be broken, and his bones would be broken. If it was heavy, he would fall to the ground like mud, and a bloody hole would be embedded in his body.    

In just a few short moments, the situation of the battle had been reversed. The fierce and crazy Ghost Cultivator could only be slaughtered.    

Actually...    

Zhang Chu could kill these Ghost Cultivator even faster.    

However, the True Qi fluctuations here were too intense. The practitioners in the village must have already sensed it. There were even some practitioners who dared to come over when they heard the news.    

In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Zhang Chu had never used his cultivation technique. He had used the simplest and most violent method to harvest Ghost Cultivator with brute force.    

The strength of a Peak of Foundation Stage's body was much greater than the Middle Period of Foundation Stage Expert in terms of speed, strength, and endurance, not to mention these Ghost Cultivator who had different abilities.    

Ghost Cultivator rushed towards Zhang Chu like a moth darting into a flame, and then fell down one by one. Under the condition that they had no chance of winning, these Ghost Cultivator had no intention of retreating. After all, they had gone mad, and they had no idea what fear was. After a few close quarters combat, Ghost Cultivator had lost more than half of his men.    

At this moment, the sounds of fighting came from behind.    

Zhang Chu glanced out of the corner of his eye. As expected! Countless practitioners walked out of the village and charged toward them.    

These practitioners were not stupid.    

Everyone knew very well that letting Ghost Cultivator wander around the village was a hidden danger that could not be ignored.    

Therefore, everyone had the same goal when it came to eliminating Ghost Cultivator.    

After Zhang Chu sent an old Ghost Cultivator flying with a kick, he did not launch any more attacks. The remaining Ghost Cultivator was instantly drowned by the charging army of cultivators.    

In an instant, the colorful cultivation technique was like a bright meteor, illuminating the dark night sky.    

Those who didn't know would think that there was a concert here.    

In just a few short breaths, the battle had ended. All of Ghost Cultivator had been killed. All the practitioners seemed to have won a great battle. They either squatted on the hood of the engine or stood on the roof of the car, wildly celebrating. It seemed that everyone was very aggrieved in their hearts. Finally, they found an outlet to vent their frustrations.    

No one noticed that beside Zhang Chu's feet, Ghost Cultivator, who had piled up like a small mountain, was there.    

Before anyone could react, Zhang Chu had already turned around and left.    

Zhao Tang carried Lin Qingyan's shoulder and followed beside Zhang Chu. Because of what happened just now, Lin Qingyan's legs had become weak, and he couldn't even stand up. He was just like a little chick that was carried away by Zhao Tang.    

"Chu... Chief Chu, who are you?" Lin Qingyan looked at Zhang Chu blankly.    

Even if the practitioners in the village did not arrive in time, with Zhang Chu's incredible strength, he could finish the battle in a second.    

This kind of terrifying strength had already exceeded Lin Qingyan's understanding.    

Perhaps... only the Secluded Sect had such a powerful expert.    

The problem was that Zhang Chu had such a terrifying strength. Why was he only a secular cultivator?    

Zhang Chu didn't want to answer at first, but faced with Lin Qingyan's relentless questioning, he could only reply indifferently. "Like you, I am also one of Zhang Chu's fans in Dongzhou. Didn't you see? I even changed my name to Chu."    

When he said this, "As expected!"    

"When I first saw you in the village, I felt that we were in the same boat. We were all followers of Zhang Chu's Sovereign. " It seems like we aren't fighting alone. The cultivation world can still be saved. " Lin Qingyan was so excited that he trembled. He struggled free from Zhao Tang's hand and grabbed Zhang Chu's arm. He was very excited. "Brother, what's your name?"    

"Er... You should just call me Chief Chu. I haven't used my real name for too long. I even forgot my own name." Zhang Chu laughed and casually gave him an excuse.    

Lin Qingyan took a deep breath, but he still could not hide the excitement on his face. "Forget it. I don't care about that. Since we are in the same boat, why should I care about the name? Although we serve our own masters in each sect, our beliefs are the same. If you need me in the future, feel free to ask me. "    

Zhang Chu's heart was a bit different. He turned around and looked at Zhao Tang. He found that Zhao Tang shrugged his shoulders and pointed at his head, hinting that there was something wrong with Lin Qingyan's brain.    

What era was this? Why did he still use believers?    

Besides, Zhang Chu was only doing what he wanted to do. Since when did he have such a group of fanatical fans?    

This was not a good thing.    

Zhang Chu did not say anything else.    

Lin Qingyan finally regained some of his composure. He looked at his fellow disciples who had been cut into pieces by Ghost Cultivator and shook his head. "Perhaps... this is the fate of Red Flame Sect."    

"Good and evil will always be rewarded in the end." Zhang Chu comforted him casually. "You don't have to blame yourself. After all, you don't have the ability to save them."    

Lin Qingyan smiled bitterly. "That's right. If I had one ten-thousandth of Zhang Chu's Sovereign, it would be enough to rewrite the history of Red Flame Sect."    

Zhang Chu secretly rolled his eyes. He thought to himself that this Lin Qingyan had reached a crazy and unreasonable stage. Anything could be related to him.    

However, after thinking about it, he understood.    

After all, there were too many cultivators like Lin Qingyan in the cultivation world. They felt sorry for the cultivation world, but there was nothing they could do. They could only turn the grievance and unwillingness in their hearts into hope and entrust it to Zhang Chu.    

The problem was that Zhang Chu himself had already crossed the river, so how could he have the ability to save all lives?    

It was all the fault of the Exquisite Brush Hall's group of sour Confucians!    

He was so bored that he had to give Zhang Chu the title of 'Sovereign'.    

Now, even if Zhang Chu wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't.    

Just as Zhang Chu was feeling depressed in his heart, a pair of eyes hidden in the dark attracted Zhang Chu's attention.    

Zhang Chu had already noticed this person a long time ago. It was Mr. Ba who had crippled the Red Flame Sect.    

Mr. Ba had followed Zhang Chu here, but had been observing him from the dark. This was also the reason why Zhang Chu was unwilling to use his cultivation technique in the face of the ferocious Ghost Cultivator.    

Who knew what Mr. Ba was thinking?