Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan's serious expression, Huang Yang and others looked at each other and responded with awe in their hearts.
Then, Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a small shield, a small halberd, and a small ax from his body and gave them to Qiao Gexin and the monk named Shan respectively. Yu Qiuge over there also took out a piece of blue silk
The handkerchief was handed over to Huang Yang.
Then, under the guidance of Yu Qiuge, several people took up positions nearby. Yu Qiuge himself also hurriedly retreated to the outside. He also took out a short sword weapon and watched Yuwen Zhouyuan's actions attentively.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan did not act in a hurry, but carefully looked around again, and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he waved his hands with relief, dozens of fiery red formation flags, formation disks and other unified fire attribute equipment,
Quan flew out of the storage bag and began to wander around Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Without saying anything, Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his fingers slightly, and the sound of "Puff, Puff" immediately fell into the restriction in an endless stream.
All these formation flags and disks flew to the surroundings of the blue light mask in response, and then slowly fell down according to a pattern.
The flagpole of the formation flag was inserted directly into the ground a few inches, while the formation plate floated steadily a few inches above the ground, forming a formidable formation.
Seeing that the array flags and array disks had been arranged properly, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath and was about to cast a spell when he suddenly heard a whistling sound coming from far and near from the sky, and then there was a flash of red light on the horizon, and a red streak.
The light came flying like a dragon out of the sea, and in the blink of an eye it was in the sky above several people.
After the red light faded, a fat weirdo with two maces on his back appeared in the sky.
Yuwen Zhouyuan and others were shocked when they saw how this person was dressed.
This man is extremely fat, with fiery red hair that reaches to his shoulders, a black short-sleeved leather jacket, and a weird fish basket on his waist. His face is full of weird freckles, he has a pair of ferocious eagle eyes, a rosy nose, and a toad mouth, but
Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy, he turned out to be a monk at the peak of the late stage of real life.
The fat weirdo was startled when he saw clearly that there were so many real monks here. However, when his eyes fell on the blue light mask and the formation equipment of Yuwen Zhouyuan, his expression changed drastically.
"You juniors are looking for death? How dare you peek at the things under my care while I am away? Get out of this mountain immediately." The fat weirdo opened his mouth and shouted with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Mountain Master?" Huang Yang said in surprise.
"Your stuff?" Qiao Gexin asked in surprise.
Huang Yang and Qiao Gexin looked at each other in confusion. Yuwen Zhouyuan and others were even more confused. Isn't this a deserted mountain with no people?
"Fellow Taoist is the mountain lord here?" Huang Yang frowned and asked calmly at first.
"Uncle, I have lived in Shashi Mountain for more than hundreds of years. Of course I am the owner of this mountain." The fat weirdo said unceremoniously.
"But it seems that when I and Brother Qiao came here last time, we didn't see fellow Taoist!" Huang Yang asked again calmly.
"What, you have been here once before? Humph! It must be the same as this time, when the mountain master is out for business." The weirdo said with a glare, his expression even more angry.
"So, there is only one fellow Taoist in this mountain. You are actually the self-proclaimed master of the mountain." Huang Yang said with a sneer, a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
Seeing that the restriction was about to be lifted, Huang Yang naturally didn't want to pay attention to the fat weirdo in front of him.
"Hmph, stop beating around the bush! Anyway, it's a capital crime for you to break the restriction! Since you don't want to leave, then stay here and don't go anywhere!" The fat weirdo showed a strange blue light in his eyes, and then picked the fish from his waist.
The basket was suddenly thrown downwards.
Immediately, the fish basket turned into a stream of cold green energy, flying straight towards Huang Yang. At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan and other monks were stunned.
Is the person on the other side suffering from heart failure and going crazy? Didn’t you see that there are so many real-life monks on the other side? He actually hit me right away. Is his mind unclear?
Huang Yang was shocked and angry when the other party moved his hands on him. With a flick of his sleeves, two red lights flew out and went straight towards Qing Qi to greet him.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the green energy was shattered and scattered in all directions.
"It's just that he has a strong mouth, but it turns out it's just an illusion!" Huang Yang felt relieved when he saw this scene, and started to speak sarcastically.
"Gah, gah..." The fat weirdo didn't say anything, but he laughed strangely.
This made Huang Yang's heart tremble, and he suddenly changed his expression and called out: "What's going on? My flying sword..."
I saw that after the two flying swords broke through the green energy contained in the fish basket, they were teetering on the spot, as if they were malfunctioning.
Then, the green energy that had become dots quickly gathered together again, and then restored the shape of the fish basket after a flash of brilliance.
The two flying swords were just inside the fish basket and were trapped inside by a ball of green air, unable to break free for a while.
This scene of the magic weapon being restrained made Huang Yang look in disbelief, while Yu Wen Zhouyuan and others were a little pale.
But the fat weirdo didn't give them any time to think. After sneering, he shook his shoulders, and the two golden maces turned into two streams of light and fell from the sky, heading straight for Huang Yang.
Qiao Gexin, who was standing near Huang Yang, was naturally embarrassed to stand idly by. He hit the magic formula and flicked his fingers, and a small white peak the size of a thumb flew out of his palm. It grew bigger in the wind and hit the golden mace hard.
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After a thunderclap, the three magic weapons emitted dazzling light and intertwined together.
At this time, the monk surnamed Shan glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, silently raised his hand, and shot a small halberd containing black and white aura straight at the fat weirdo.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed secretly. Since everyone had already started to take action, he naturally had no choice but to take action first to get rid of the weirdo in front of him.
Of course, in order not to expose his own strength, he did not display his own strength. He only released his flying sword with the seventh-level cultivation of a real person.
Seeing this, the fat weirdo not only showed no fear, but instead laughed wildly. Then he opened his mouth, and a pale white and bloody bead went straight towards the magic weapon of several people.
"Boom!" A loud noise came, which was beyond the expectations of Yuwen Zhouyuan and others. The moment the bead came into contact with their magic weapons, it emitted a burst of silver light and then exploded on its own.
The magic weapons of these people lost their spirituality, and their brilliance immediately dimmed.
Because Yuwen Zhouyuan was the magic weapon of the soul, he was hit the hardest. His mind was so shaken that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, it is a magic weapon of the soul. As long as the owner is fine, this magic weapon will not be destroyed!
Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his mouth and took the flying sword back into his body, and then used his true energy to warm it up.
The monk surnamed Shandi felt great pain in his heart, and his expression was even more pitiful. He made a gesture with both hands to withdraw the halberd. With this blow, his halberd would have to rest in the soul for at least a few years before it could return to normal.
However, the monk surnamed Shan wanted to take back the magic weapon, but it was a bit late.
Amid the weird man's sneer, the fish basket in the air flickered with blue light, and suddenly a large cloud of blue light shot out from it, and immediately trapped all the magic weapons of several people in it.
"Ancient treasure, you are using an ancient relic!" When the monk surnamed Shan saw this scene, he suddenly remembered something and shouted out in a daze.
Han was startled after hearing this! The so-called "ancient relics" are actually just magic weapons cultivated by ancient monks. These magic weapons have a single magical power, but their power is generally extremely powerful, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary magic weapons today.
Moreover, the ancient methods and materials for refining treasures were very different from those used today. It was impossible to store them in the body and could only be carried around in a storage bag for use.
This is also the only way to distinguish ancient relics from ordinary magic weapons.
Now, when the monk surnamed Shan saw how strange the fish basket was, and when he thought that the fish basket was on the opponent's waist at the beginning, he still didn't understand the true origin of this magic weapon.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan was a little surprised about the "ancient treasure" and he still had a few killing moves at his disposal, he had no intention of standing out in front of so many people.
Because Yuwen Zhouyuan has always believed that the more back-ups he retains, the easier it will be to achieve miraculous effects in times of danger.
And Yuwen Zhouyuan knew very well that even if the other party had an ancient relic, it would be impossible to get anything good from it with so many real monks joining forces.
Yuwen Zhouyuan only needs to show the level of an ordinary mid-level real-life monk. Although Qiao Gexin already knew his true combat power when he rescued Qiao Gexin, he believed that Qiao Gexin would never reveal his strength.
Thinking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan released his blood-refined teleportation flying sword, letting it dash left and right in the green energy. He did not let himself make any special moves, but looked on coldly at the others.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan believed that someone would come forward! Sure enough, upon hearing that the fish basket turned out to be an ancient treasure, Huang Yang and others showed a hint of joy on their faces. Since it was this weirdo who took the initiative, they should work together to destroy him.
It seems to be a natural thing to lose the treasure.
After hesitating for a moment, the monk surnamed Shan made a gesture with his hands, and three rays of silver light flew out from his storage bag. They turned out to be white flags about three feet high, filled with evil energy.
Then the monk surnamed Shan opened his mouth again, and a burst of black energy shot onto Bai Juan. Suddenly, a ghostly sound came, making all the monks feel dizzy and shaken!
At the same time, Huang Yang simply gave up controlling his flying sword. After rubbing his hands together, strings of dark purple lightning struck him.
Qiao Gexin raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a spell hit his magic weapon. Suddenly, a dragon's roar rose up from the white mountain peak, and it grew several times larger out of thin air. He immediately suppressed the two golden maces underneath.
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Seeing the scene of three people showing off their prowess at the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled inwardly, guessing that the fat weirdo was going to be in bad luck.
But when the fat weirdo saw the sharp offensive of Huang Yang and others, although his face changed slightly, he immediately returned to his sneer look.
Fatty suddenly pulled off his short-sleeved leather jacket and pulled out his upper body.
Yuwen Zhouyuan only took one look and was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.
On the chest of his shriveled body, one on the left and one on the right were biting an alien skull the size of a fist. These two alien skulls were all black, with long fluffy hair, and were on his chest.