"Elder Feng!" Seeing the elder covering his chest with his hands, he leaned to the ground, and large streams of blood surged out of his chest, Zheng Wuteng's heart was broken, and he let out a roar, and suddenly stepped forward and held Elder Feng's body that fell to the sky.

"Hmph! You're lucky. My brother specializes in external kung fu and is a master who enters the Taoist Taoist by martial arts. Although he has no magic power now, his strong horizontal kung fu is enough to kill you all here." Cheng Yuting looked at Zheng Wuteng with a grim smile and said with a cold face, "Zheng Wuteng, you'd better tell me the exit of the Magic Medicine Hall, otherwise you will be the next one."

"I'm so angry. Elder Feng usually treats me very well. Now that the Yaoding Sect is alive, brothers and sisters, why should we talk too much with Cheng Yuting, a group of evil people? We have many people. Let's go together. Even if we are defeated, we will kill this traitor!" Seeing that Elder Feng was caught, a group of deacons in the Magic Medicine Hall were angry and holding magic weapons in their hands, ready to move.

"Overbial power!" A sneer sounded, and Cheng Yuting winked at his side. The thin companion, who had just become a little bit, took action again. A snow-white light flashed. In the blink of an eye, the martial arts monk suddenly came to the Yaoding Sect monk who had just spoken the passionate words. He waved his hand, and the monk covered his throat with his hands and fell to the ground to the sky.

A voice of grief and anger suddenly sounded in the Divine Medicine Hall. Seeing that the Medicine Ding Sect had lost a foundation-building cultivator again, no one dared to act rashly this time because Cheng Yuting was looking at them at this time, his face full of cold smiles.

"Who dares to move again? Then he will be your fate. Zheng Wuteng, have you seen it? Tell me where the exit is, otherwise I will really start a massacre today." Cheng Yuting nodded to the group of monks beside him, with a ferocious expression flashing across his face.

The situation in the Divine Medicine Hall was completely different from before. With the emergence of the powerful foundation-building cultivator who entered the Taoist Taoist with martial arts, the number of people in the Medicine Ding Sect has completely disappeared at this time. Those who are waiting for all the monks in the Medicine Ding Sect to perish.

Zheng Wuteng slowly placed Elder Feng's body gently flat on the ground in his arms, raised his head, looked at Cheng Yuting with a sneer, and said indifferently, "Start a killing act? Then kill me. Anyway, I will never tell you the answer anyway."

Cheng Yuting gritted his teeth and saw the resolute expression on Zheng Wuteng's face. Cheng Yuting seemed to have made up his mind. With a clang, he drew out the magic sword and spoke to a group of monks beside him, "Brothers, kill!"

"Qi!" A cold and steady shout suddenly sounded in the hall, but this sound did not cause much trouble in the noisy magic medicine hall. However, after this life shout, Zheng Wuteng and Cheng Yuting, who were about to attack the cultivator of the Yaoding Sect, suddenly felt a trace of strong magic power fluctuations coming from the magic medicine hall.

In an instant, just as Cheng Yuting spoke to a group of subordinates, a hot vortex appeared above Cheng Yuting and others' heads, swept across any trace of soil and dust on the ground. A lightning finger also roared away from Cheng Yuting and shot straight to the cultivator beside Cheng Yuting who entered the Taoist Taoist with martial arts.

"Boom!" Before Cheng Yuting and others could react from surprise, they suddenly saw the monk who entered the Taoist Taoist with martial arts reaching out to touch a blood hole in his chest in horror. His eyes widened, and his strong body fell to the ground. Later, the place where Cheng Yuting and others was located became a sea of ​​fire, and one after another of the lightning and flint techniques fell on the heads of Cheng Yuting and others. Suddenly, Zheng Wuteng and a group of the cultivators of the Medicine Divine Medicine Hall could only hear the miserable screams after another.

Occasionally, a shrewd monk flew out, but he saw three or five more monks from the Medicine Ding Sect coming around him, and tied up the monks who followed Cheng Yuting and threw them aside. He repeated this and after the peace in the Divine Medicine Hall returned to peace, three men of Cheng Yuting were tied up by the Medicine Ding Sect monks.

In the center of the Divine Medicine Hall, where Cheng Yuting and others were standing, it suddenly became a mess, and the burning traces of burning fire appeared on the ground. It was Cheng Yuting and seven other subordinates who were lying on it, as black as carbon, but they could no longer tell the original appearance. What surprised Zheng Wuteng and others was that although Cheng Yuting was as black as carbon and was blurred with flesh and blood, he was still trying hard to support his body with his hands to get up from the ground.

"Who did this?" Zheng Wuteng, Teng Yicai and others looked at the bumpy ground in the middle of the Magic Medicine Hall in a daze. They turned around in surprise, but found that Su Wending was holding Qingyamu in his hand, and was breathing heavily in sweat.

"Uncle the leader, yes, it was him." Han Qing also opened his eyes wide at this time and looked at Su Wending with an incredible look. He saw clearly the scene where Su Wending emitted several flashes of lightning and flashing techniques just now.

Su Wending raised his head with a brilliant smile on his face. With the incredible gaze of a group of monks in the Medicine Ding Sect, Su Wending slowly raised his hand, nodded and waved to everyone, and said in a mosquito-sounding voice, "Hehe, hello, seniors, my name is Su Wending, and I am Han Qing's friend."

Looking at Su Wending blankly, Zheng Wuteng and Teng Yi looked at each other. The eyes of the two looking at Su Wending were full of doubt. Zheng Wuteng frowned, and a hint of suspicion appeared on his face, "How can you use spells?"

Su Wending reached out and scratched his head gently, but shook his head at Zheng Wuteng with an awkward look on his face and said, "I don't know, I can use spells naturally. Seeing them killing people, I subconsciously took action."

"Fortunately, you took action in time just now, otherwise our Yaoding Sect would have been removed from the cultivation world from now on." Han Qing reached out to wipe away the sweat from the end, looking at Su Wending with a shocked expression, with a proud expression on his face. In his opinion, Su Wending is his friend. Now that Su Wending has made great contributions, he is naturally also himself.

"Let's deal with the endgame here first. A group of foundation-building monks almost called a warrior equivalent to a mortal and killed the entire army and wiped out. We have to think about it carefully." Teng Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, looking at the messy scene in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

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