Looking at the strange battle situation above, there was a rare smile in Old Monster Ding's eyes.
For the first time in decades, this Holy Land elder who was revered as "the best miraculous doctor in the world" developed a strong interest in a stranger.
High in the sky, Zhong Wen was picking his nostrils calmly while enduring the stormy attacks of the three spiritual masters. He had the air of "still strong after a thousand blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south".
What's more, he would from time to time twist the things dug out of his nostrils into a ball and flick them at three enemies. He was so angry that Liao Qiling and others turned blue and trembled, but there was nothing they could do about him.
"Pavilion Master, little brother, don't fight! You have something to say!"
Seeing the conflict between Liao Qiling and Zhong Wen, Gongyang Guantu stamped his feet anxiously below and kept trying to dissuade them. He only regretted that he was not able to fly to the sky to start a fight because he was not at the Heavenly Wheel.
The battle between the four lasted for less than half a moment, and Liao Qiling and others finally had to accept a cruel fact.
That is, they tried their best to attack, but it seemed to have no effect on Zhong Wen.
Turning sideways to avoid the oncoming wave of booger attacks, Liao Qiling felt both angry and a little frustrated.
The high-intensity spiritual power output in a short period of time made him a little tired, but his opponent did not have the slightest intention of being beaten. He looked so leisurely and content that he was really angry no matter how hard he looked.
As members of the "Dan Pavilion", these three spiritual masters will naturally have no shortage of elixirs to restore their spiritual power.
However, no matter how thick-skinned they are, they are still embarrassed to take out drugs during the "happy three-on-one" situation.
"Two elders, deal with the others first!"
Liao Qiling finally decided to change his strategy and issued instructions to the third elder and the sixth elder.
The two elders moved upon hearing the sound, nodded in unison, and unexpectedly attacked Jiang Yushi who was fighting with Jian Xiu in perfect agreement.
The reason why Jiang Yushi was chosen was because among the warring parties, Zhuma and Ye Qinglian had the upper hand despite being outnumbered and outnumbered.
Only Qiu Tianlong and Jiang Yushi fought back and forth with their opponents, and it would be difficult to tell the difference for a while.
Compared with the rough-looking Qiu Tianlong, Jiang Yushi, who is charming and charming, obviously looks easier to bully.
"Boom! Boom!"
However, following two inaudible soft sounds, the two elders discovered in bewilderment that their seemingly unexpected attack had somehow hit Zhong Wen again.
"Two old men don't have martial ethics." Zhong Wen, who didn't know when he appeared in front of him, shouted, "You have such a patient opponent like me, but you actually went to sneak attack on a girl's house. I really envy your face and care. It has to be so thick!”
The third elder and the sixth elder were stunned by his words. They were really shocked and ashamed. Their two old faces turned red and they wished they could slip in in an orderly manner.
While Zhong Wen was being restrained by the two elders, Pavilion Master Liao Qiling suddenly made a sword with his right hand and slashed out a dazzling spiritual blade at Qiu Tianlong.
This scheming pavilion master actually used two elders as bait to attract Zhong Wen. His real purpose was to kill Qiu Tianlong, who was inextricably linked to the swordsman in purple.
Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, Liao Qiling raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.
"Boom!"
However, Zhong Wen, who was still entangled with the two elders just now, somehow managed to stand in front of Qiu Tianlong, his whole body shimmering with light golden light patterns.
The extremely powerful spiritual blade of the "Dan Pavilion" master struck on the light pattern of the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique". It was like a drop of water falling into the sea. It didn't even cause the slightest ripple before disappearing.
Without a trace.
Liao Qiling's face darkened, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes. He had no idea how Zhong Wen could predict his sneak attack, and how he could come from such a distance in just an instant and block him in time.
When the third elder and the sixth elder saw Zhong Wen leaving, they felt happy and waved their fists in the direction of Jiang Yushi again. The two spiritual powers of ice and fire complemented each other with astonishing momentum. They vowed to make this young and beautiful person fall into disgrace in the shortest time.
The female general lost her combat effectiveness.
"Boom! Boom!"
The next moment, the two elders were stunned, watching their fists hit Zhong Wen very unscientifically. They even suspected that they were in a dream and did not know when they would wake up.
In this way, the cycle goes on and on, no matter what strategy Liao Qiling and the two elders adopt, whether they attack in the east or in the west, or in a combined attack... the magical skills they use will only fall on Zhong Wen.
The light golden spirit pattern on Zhong Wen's body is like an extremely hard turtle shell. You can make it stronger, even if the breeze blows on the mountain, even with the powerful power of the spirit master level, it can't be shaken in the slightest.
What the hell...
The three of them were panting, their faces sometimes red and sometimes purple. They felt extremely depressed and almost wanted to vomit blood.
It didn't matter if they couldn't defeat Zhong Wen, but they never expected that even if they wanted to attack other enemies, they wouldn't be able to do so.
This young man in white clothes is like the reincarnation of a god. He has the ability to predict the future and is always able to be "beaten" in time. He actually "besieged" three spiritual masters with one person's power.
"This master is really naughty!" The woman in red in the audience seat covered her lips with her bare hands and said with a sweet smile, "Obviously he is much more powerful than Pavilion Master Liao and the others, but he still wants to tease three people like this and knock him down directly?"
At this point, anyone with eyes can see that the strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all. Zhong Wen is like a cat catching a mouse. After catching the prey, he does not kill it directly, but puts it in the palm of his hand.
Playing with it over and over again.
And Liao Qiling and the two "Dan Pavilion" elders were the three fat and big mice.
"Times have changed!" The father next to him sighed and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "This master is young, not only has amazing attainments in alchemy, but his strength is also unparalleled. Even everyone around him is like this.
Come on, from now on it will be your young people’s world!”
"Dad, if the master is so good, then it won't be a disgrace to our family if our daughter marries him, right?" The woman in red held her father's arm and asked in a sweet voice.
Father:".….."
It’s true that you haven’t disgraced your family, but you still want others to like you!
With great difficulty, my father kept Cai's words in his heart and did not blurt them out.
"No matter what, you must not offend this person!" On the other side of the viewing platform, the master who has a "deep relationship between master and disciple" pointed at Zhong Wen and warned the young man in yellow, "If you have the opportunity, you must follow him.
He struck up a friendship."
"Being able to advance to the rank of Spirit Master so quickly is all thanks to the help of Master's spiritual elixir." The young man in yellow shirt nodded repeatedly, "It's too late for the disciple to be grateful to him, so how can he become his enemy?"
"When I was young, I visited several holy places and saw countless geniuses." The master gently stroked his beard and recalled the past, "But no one can compare with this person. At such an age.
It’s amazing, you may not be able to become the eighth saint in the world in the future.”
"Saint!" The young man in yellow shirt was shocked, "Master's evaluation of him is so high?"
"I'm going to put it at a low level." The master shook his head and said, "Even the achievements of the seven great saints at this age are far from being comparable to this person. As long as he doesn't die midway, maybe he can be a master in his lifetime.
It is impossible to know the existence of something beyond a saint."
The young man in yellow shirt was shocked. He raised his head to look at Zhong Wen again, with a hint of reverence in his eyes unconsciously.
"Although this master is powerful, his character is not very good!"
An upright young man who came to watch the ceremony with his elders said angrily, "You can obviously win, so why do you need to humiliate your opponent like this?"
"Idiot, every move of this kind of person has a profound meaning." The elder beside him scolded sternly, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, so as not to make others laugh!"
"What's the deep meaning? What deep meaning can there be?" the young man asked with confusion on his face.
"Do you think all the big shots here are kind people? The master just showed off his alchemy skills. I don't know how many people secretly have evil intentions and want to take advantage of him." The elder sighed and explained patiently.
, "Now if you look at it, how many people dare to have evil thoughts about him?"
When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but look around.
Looking at the frightened looks in the eyes of many of the big guys present, his heart moved and he seemed to vaguely understand something.
"Have you figured it out?"
"Some understand it, and some don't."
"Human nature is all greedy. Who wouldn't want to take possession of a magical medicine like the 'Qian Ji Dan'? Which of these powerful spiritual masters is not a ruthless character who was killed in a mountain of swords and a sea of blood? No matter how strong the master is,
There will always be some desperadoes who can't control their greed and will overestimate their ability to find trouble for him." The elder pointed at the embarrassed Liao Qiling and others in the sky, and then said, "But which big shot can
To endure such humiliation?"
"So that's it!" the upright young man suddenly realized, "not to mention the dignified master of the 'Dan Pavilion', even the disciples would find it unbearable to make such a fool of himself in public."
"That's the truth!" The elder's face showed a look of satisfaction.
As the upright young man said, at this time Liao Qiling almost wanted to die.
Please, just kill me!
All the pointing and pointing of the people below were seen and heard by him. As one of the most powerful people in the world, Liao Qiling's self-esteem had already reached the edge of collapse. If it weren't for the last trace of reserve, he would have almost died.
He had to ask Zhong Wen to give him a good time.
The third elder and the sixth elder were already in messy clothes, sweating profusely, and breathing heavily. If their dignity hadn't been a factor, they would have almost collapsed to the ground and given up resistance.
"ah!!!"
A shrill scream reached their ears, and everyone was shocked.
It turned out that the old man in the yellow shirt was a mediocre man, and he failed to protect his head in time. Xiaoming, the golden-feathered roc, took advantage of the opportunity and scratched open the Tianling Cap with one claw. He died on the spot and became the first powerful spiritual master to fall in the war.
Without the support of the old man in yellow shirt, the strong man couldn't keep up with Xiao Ming's speed. However, in just a few breaths, he was hit by the sharp horn of the golden-feathered roc's head into his back, and then came out through his body.
, stabbed directly through the heart, died, and followed in the footsteps of the old man in yellow.
"No!!!"
Affected by the screams of the two people, the middle-aged female cultivator was slightly distracted. She slowed down for a moment and was caught by Ye Qinglian's colorful spiritual threads. Countless spiritual power threads came one after another and swarmed her.
The back of his head, torso and limbs were pricked like a hornet's nest.
The female cultivator struggled briefly, but her eyes lost their luster, and she soon hung motionless in mid-air, stopped breathing, and became the third person to die.
Without his helper, Dongfang Changsheng felt the pressure doubled. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took a few steps back. He flicked the index fingers of both hands and shot out a series of silver spiritual needles as fast as lightning. He shouted angrily: "Sunflower needles!"
Ye Qinglian snorted coldly, waved her jade hand lightly, and the spiritual threads at her fingertips trembled slightly like piano strings. She defeated all the spiritual needles with ease, and then chased the red-clothed spiritual master and shot away again.
"boom!"
Dongfang Changsheng's heart was shaken. He was about to take two steps back when he suddenly felt an unimaginable force coming from his vest. He was caught off guard and his whole body was knocked forward by this force.
It turned out that after Zhuma and Xiaoming eliminated two enemies, they began to rush to the aid of friendly forces and launched a surprise attack on him with lightning speed.
In this way, Dongfang Changsheng seemed to have been sent to his door, and was easily penetrated by the colorful spiritual threads throughout his body. In just a breath, he returned to the west on a crane and slept forever.
After a successful attack, Xiao Ming followed the same example and launched an offensive against the remaining two enemies without stopping. He followed the same pattern and helped Jiang Yushi and Qiu Tianlong defeat their respective opponents.
At this point, the six spiritual masters who were willing to take action for the "Dan Pavilion" have all been wiped out. Only Liao Qiling and the other two are still struggling to support themselves. However, Zhong Wen's side is still intact and intact.
And the hearts of Liao Qiling and the others finally sank to the bottom.
"Uncle, do you still want to fight?" Zhong Wen suddenly stopped and asked with a smile.
Liao Qiling bent down, holding his knees with both hands, panting like an ox, and sweat dropped from his forehead in large drops.
His complexion was sometimes green and sometimes purple. I don't know how long it took before he calmed down a little and asked stiffly: "After all, what do you want?"