The words of the wormwood in my ears seem to be far away, and it is both true and illusory in my ears.
At this moment, only the only one left in her mind when she was a young monk who had just started, the previous sect leader of Meng Hua Sect, who was her master, once said:
Three thousand years ago, the world was in trouble, and all the creatures were given by the barbarians.
The teacher did not say it very specifically at that time. After many years, Shao Fei's own memory was also a little blurred, but she only remembered clearly that what the barbarians practiced was physical cultivation...
After Ai Xiang asked, she saw that Shaofei ignored her and turned around to look curiously.
I saw Shao Fei's big eyes that were usually gentle and beautiful, and he was staring at the monks in black who had just entered the venue.
Ai Xiang glanced at her mouth disdainfully, looked away, and continued to look for Yan Yan in the seat of Baiwu Palace.
Humph! No wonder the master was willing to leave the sect and the leader of Chengyu. It turns out that the master likes this kind of male cultivator who practices physically!
Ai Xiang never studied on weekdays and had no other hobbies except to do some tricks. Naturally, she had never heard of the ex-district interpretation of the Era tribe outside the territory.
However, she understood from the comments of the sects who were sected by the Chu family in Dongming Prefecture.
The person in charge is the cultivation genius among the juniors of the Chu family, Chu Guanchao, the next head of the Chu family.
Just in front of everyone, this team of particularly eye-catching monks in black suddenly stopped.
Because Chu Guanchao, who was walking in the front, stopped.
Chu Guanchao stopped, turned sideways, and turned to the seat where Baiwu Hall was located.
All the monks following him also turned around and looked at the White Mist Palace.
Through the far seat, Chu Guanchao's eyes fell directly on Yan Yan in the front row without any obstruction.
Suddenly he raised one arm and Chu Guanchao's fingers pointed straight at Yan Yan.
Although I didn't speak, the provocative meaning was already clear.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Baiwu Palace who were sitting behind Yan Yan stood up together and glared at each other.
The monks in black who followed Chu Guanchao also took a neat step forward and glared at the disciples of the White Mist Palace.
The two sides quickly formed a confrontation.
"drink!"
The monks in the black-clothed in the Chu family suddenly shouted neatly. Behind the monk's cloak they were wearing, the patterns embroidered with gold thread were actually stimulated by the spiritual energy contained in the sound waves.
The golden thread was shaken into the air, and above the heads of the monks of the Chu family, a golden thread was vaguely formed, containing the combination of spiritual qi and forming a monster totem.
The monster looked a bit like a lion with a human face, with a pair of bird wings behind it.
The monster bared his eyes and roared at Yan Yan and the Baiwu Palace to show his authority.
Yan Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, gently curling her rippling lips.
Haha, he is quite good at creating momentum.
The roaring monster phantom is formed by neatly resonating momentum, and is composed of the monks who release spiritual energy at the same time to stimulate the same spiritual weapon. It is also equivalent to a "momentum"
This is like a Changsheng Army that conquered the north and south. Before it approached, the enemy who fought against it could clearly feel an invisible and powerful oppressive force.
This kind of pressure is "potential".
The word "unstoppable" comes from this.
It is a symbol of team spirit cohesion formed by real killing or years of accumulation.
However, the power of the Chu family's monks in front of him is obviously not the above situation.
This potential generated by the resonance of the spiritual weapon is obviously much thinner.
Yan Yan sneered: "Just just a child toy, cut it!"
As soon as Yan Yan said that before Bi Cheng and Shen Yuyun could react, Zhan Liang and You Changqing next to him had already risen.
Two silver lights flashed inadvertently, and flew out of the two bodies at the same time, flying into the air.
As the silver chains in the two of them flew up, silver chains in the bodies of the disciples of the White Mist Palace soared into the air, and quickly formed a half-virtual and half-real Yin-Yang Pisces diagram above the seats of the White Mist Palace.
The two silver chains of Zhan Liang and You Changqing are exactly the Pisces fish eyes that connect the head and tail.
The disciples of the White Mist Palace were breathing, and white mattresses were flying on their shoulders. The vast white fog rose up, and the clouds swelled and cloudy activate the huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish above their heads, slowly rotating and swaying.
Just in everyone's horrified eyes, Zhan Liang and You Changqing suddenly shouted loudly at the same time, "Go!"
The huge Yin and Yang Pisces suddenly accelerated and rotated, and the Pisces mixed together, like a chaotic disk suddenly crashing into the roaring monster on the opposite side.
One monster and one plate collided violently in the air.
Almost unblocked, the Chaos Disk flew directly from the roaring monster's neck, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then turned neatly, turning into a magnificent silver rain line, locking the cloud chain neatly Entered into the bodies of the disciples of the White Mist Palace.
As the breath subsided, a group of snow-white cloaks in the White Mist Palace slowly fell down, and the disciples followed Zhan Liang and You Changqing to sit neatly again.
The whole process is smooth and natural between the rolling and unfolding of the clouds, and is completed in one go.
Opposite, the monks in black led by Chu Guanchao were still standing there.
The only difference is that the monster with a huge golden thread on its head gradually appeared from its neck, and then the entire monster's head began to fall down to one side from the crack.
Seeing this scene, the crowd exclaimed.
Someone couldn't help but yell: "Baiwu Palace beheaded the Chu family!"
After shouting, I realized that this seemed to be a bit inappropriate. Then I secretly looked at everyone around me, but no one refuted it.
It seems that everyone present thinks so.
The cultivator looked at the monks of the Chu family with sympathy.
This is a bit cruel!
The power created was beheaded in public, which was not the most embarrassing situation in the Chu family.
The most embarrassing monks in the Chu family were the black-clothed monks. At this moment, they no longer had to argue with Baiwu Palace. They all turned around to see their respective black cloaks.
The monster pattern was originally embroidered with gold thread on the monks' cloaks of these black-clothed monks. Just now, these monks used spiritual qi to activate the golden thread pattern into the air, but their heads were neatly cut off by the cloud chain of the White Mist Palace. , some monks could not retract their golden threads, and the corresponding positions on the cloak were also shattered.
The cloak that was so good that I immediately broke out, and I could only take it off on the scene in awkward manner. Isn’t it even more embarrassing to enter the venue with a broken cloak?
Chu Guanchao's face was blue and glared at Yan Yan in the opposite seat.
Yan Yan supported the platform in front of him with one hand, smiling a little slutty. He slowly stretched out a thumb to Chu Guanchao with his other hand, and then pointed his thumb down.
Blue veins swelled up on Chu Guanchao's neck, and a sound came from afar: "Wait for me!"
Yan Yan glanced lazy and looked disdainfully away from the other party and turned to the entrance.
Relying on the power created by mere spiritual weapons, he dared to show off his skills in front of Tai Chi Bai's practice.
I have praised you for saying that you are a toy!
However, Yan Yan always felt that the monster formed on the head of the Chu monk just now looked familiar.
It seems like I've seen this thing somewhere before...