Seeing those colorful insect shell fragments, everyone discovered that Jiang Yan was also wearing several pieces of protective armor.
This protective armor can escape the consciousness of Yuanying stage monks... How can the Guiyi sect have such a level of clothing master?!
No one would think that they have too many self-defense items on their body. An extra layer of protective armor will give them more peace of mind. At least during training, they can guard against the attacks of their peers.
In this case, you can take the time to visit the Guiyi Sect.
Jiang Yan regained control of his sword, raised his hand to make a seal, and sprayed out several streaks of extremely cold water.
The ice blue liquid dripped on the Intoxication Flower and the colorful spider carapace fragments stained with flower juice, freezing them in an instant.
He put away the frozen materials, stepped forward and took off the storage bag from Ruan Fan's waist, stuffed it and hung it around his waist without any hesitation.
Later, Jiang Yan picked up the tip of his sword in disgust and threw the drunken Ruan Fan out of the Yunding Platform.
When everyone saw him taking the storage bag, they were even more shocked than before.
When the Wuyun Sect disciples caught Ruan Fan who was thrown out, and the isolation array closed in response, someone shouted: "Exercise is an exchange, why are you grabbing someone's storage bag?"
"Ruan Fan himself didn't say it can't be done, so doesn't it mean it's okay?" Jiang Yan looked at where the voice came from, a dimple appeared at the corner of his lips, "I've been in Taoism for eight years, and I've never heard that you can't grab storage bags... But if you lose,
I'm sorry, please remember to tell me in advance next time."
These words left everyone speechless, and for a moment they didn't know how to refute.
After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he ignored these people.
Ruan Fan dared to flirt with Junior Sister Caiwei and even tried to entangle himself and get drunk. What was he trying to do?!
His thoughts were so dirty, if it weren't for the public's attention, the thing three inches below his navel would have been gone long ago.
Now it's just a storage bag for him, which is really a bargain for him!
Jiang Yan glanced around very quickly, and his eyes fell on Zhu Yan who was holding the golden seal. He immediately raised his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist Zhu Yan is still evil and wants to fight with me?"
Zhu Yan choked and said angrily: "What's 'a thief's heart'? I call it 'a gentleman is a thief'! You little bastard -"
Lin Yige interrupted him and said: "I wish you a gentleman to be magnanimous, why do you need to be as knowledgeable as the younger generation?"
She pointed at Caiwei beside her and ordered: "Jiang Yan, I'm here to discuss with fellow Taoist Zhu. You come to look after Caiwei and don't let anyone disturb her breakthrough."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan immediately raised his sword and flew to Wen Caiwei's side to protect him. He took the Fantasy Sword Talisman in his other hand and vowed: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, my disciple will never let anyone hurt Caiwei's hair!" Lin Yige nodded with satisfaction, and without saying a word, he flew down to the top of the cloud platform, stood with his sword in hand, and said sideways: "Zhu Yan, please!"
Zhu Yan was furious and snorted coldly: "You are seeking death!"
He has a lot of magic weapons of all kinds in his hands. In addition, he also has a war puppet given by his master, which can be driven with only spirit stones, making him invincible.
Yuzhou Wenshi will eventually be his own!
The moment Zhu Yanfei entered the Yunding Platform, the formation that isolated the inside and outside began to operate on its own.
Once the formation is complete, no one can interfere with the two people on the cloud top stage with their spiritual consciousness.
Lin Yige couldn't help but swung his sword directly at Zhu Yan.
It's not that she doesn't want to say a few more provocative words to stimulate Zhu Yan, it's just that Geng Xin can't wait any longer.
The Gengxin sword turned into a purple-white light, like lightning, arriving in an instant.
Zhu Yan didn't expect Lin Xisheng to attack immediately. Before he could raise the golden seal to the heart pointed by the sword light, he saw the sword light deflected slightly and hit the golden seal in his hand.
A huge impact hit, Zhu Yan's wrist went numb, and the golden seal almost escaped.
When he looked again, the purple and white sword light returned the same way, fell into Lin Xisheng's hand, and turned into a purple bamboo whip.
Zhu Yan's intuition was that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Without thinking too much, he threw the Zhenshan Seal in the direction of Lin Xisheng, quickly made a seal with his hands, and shouted: "Go, Zhenshan Seal!"
This mountain seal is made of 90% red gold, magnets, wood jade, mercury... a total of eighteen kinds of materials. It can suppress Yuanying monks together with magic weapons.
It should be more than enough to deal with Lin Xisheng who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
However, the fist-sized Zhenshan Seal flew up in response, then fell steadily, hitting the solid ground with a crisp sound.
The gold seal slid for half a foot and then lay quietly on the ground, like an ordinary gold brick, motionless.
Zhu Yan's heart skipped a beat, knowing something was wrong, so he threw two gray balls at Lin Xisheng.
The two gray-white masses grew in the wind, and in an instant they jumped to a height of one foot, and turned out to be two stone puppets.
The stone puppet has begun to take on a human form, with a yellow earth spirit crystal inlaid on each limb, but its face is extremely rough, with only finger-deep holes left on its facial features, and two white lights dancing around its eyes.
In contrast to its huge body, the stone puppet's movements were unexpectedly flexible. Two fists the size of stone mills, one on the left and one on the right, fell from a high place and were about to smash Lin Yige into a pulp.
Lin Yige flew away and took advantage of the opportunity to raise his hand to photograph the object from the air, grabbing the golden seal in his hand before Zhu Yan could.
"Boom! Boom!"
The two loud noises almost overlapped, and the impact of the stone puppet hitting the ground also overlapped, carrying with it the flying dust and sand, like a huge wave that was about to swallow up the female cultivator.
Lin Yige's eyes lit up when he saw this, it was just a good time to try the basic boxing technique of the Guiyi School that he had not used for a long time!
She put away the golden seal, thrust the Gengxin sword into the ground, and rushed forward with bare hands against the dust.
With a flash of consciousness, she punched the left puppet in the forehead, twisted around and punched the other one in the chest.
When the fist wind struck, the head and abdomen of the stone puppet split open like a spider web.
Seeing that the stone puppet was about to be broken into stones, the earth spirit crystal was activated, and the spider web-like cracks quickly closed and recovered as before.
"Hiss..."
Lin Yige retreated several dozen feet before taking a deep breath, with a sullen expression on his face, and waved his hand as if nothing had happened.
With his current physical strength, which is only slightly stronger than that of a stone puppet, even if his fourth senior brother Yu Wei is asked to remain motionless and allow himself to be beaten, his own two fists will be broken first.
The pain aroused the killing intention, and the silent sword intention in the Dantian was disturbed and ready to move.
Fortunately, Lin Yige still remembered that this was Wulu Mountain. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the restless sword intention. He made a sword finger with his right hand and used all his spiritual power to move a little closer to Zhu Yan, who was controlling the puppets.
Accompanied by a real killing intent, the gray sword energy penetrated the stone puppet that was chasing him, leaving a hole as big as a water tank, and swept towards Zhu Yan's head headlong.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yige pushed out with a palm, "falling wood rustled", and the boundless dead leaves blocked back all the large and small gravels that the stone puppet had broken.
"Ah!" Zhu Yan let out a heart-rending scream and was instantly buried tightly by falling rocks.
The two of them fought for more than a cup of tea, and the outcome was decided.
Lin Yige did not give up. He recalled the Gengxin Sword in his hand, jumped onto the tomb-like rubble pile, and thrust it straight into the ground in the direction of Zhu Yan.
Lin Yige: Hiss... my hand hurts so much that I want to kill someone.
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