"Your Excellency, Huang Tingjian, I wonder what you would call me?"
The middle-aged man surnamed Huang nodded to Gong Mei'er and guarded her behind him. He didn't say anything to her. Instead, he turned to look at Fairy Shumei who was standing far away and spoke with a calm expression.
"Hey, your method is not bad. You can easily block this attack from me, which shows that your knowledge and methods are extraordinary. Your red crystal wall secret technique contains a trace of Golden Crow essence and blood, right? Ordinary magical powers will definitely not be able to do so.
Can withstand this soul blade attack from me."
Seeing the middle-aged monk raising his hand to resist his own attack, Fairy Shumei's face froze for a moment, but soon recovered. She looked at the middle-aged monk and said calmly.
Fairy Shumei, as a true Mahayana being before, although her realm has dropped sharply at this moment, the pride in her heart has not been lost.
And after returning to the Xuanling Realm, most of her own natal magical powers can be used. In addition, the Mingluo Demon Spider has returned to the Xuanling Peak at this moment, and she no longer regards the Xuanling Realm monks.
In eyes.
When she was able to fight head-on with Juyang Shen Nian's clone, it was enough to know how powerful she was.
"Fellow Taoist is not weak in knowledge. Yes, Huang's magical power contains a drop of the essence and blood of the Mahayana Golden Crow." The middle-aged monk nodded and did not hide it. He admitted it happily.
The Golden Crow is as famous as the Tianfeng. It is said that it was born with the Yang. Its body contains the most powerful energy of the Yang. Its flames are the same as the Tianfeng, which has the ability to burn the soul energy of monks.
The Mahayana Golden Crow is already the existence of the Holy Spirit. How can a spiritual monk get a drop of the essence and blood of the Mahayana Golden Crow? When Qin Fengming heard this, he was in disbelief.
The essence and blood of such a terrifying existence is beyond the control of a Xuan-level monk.
However, Qin Fengming soon understood that the golden crow essence and blood mentioned by the middle-aged man in front of him must be impure. Just like he could melt Xuanji Huanshui, it contained impurities.
When Qin Fengming saw the arrows sacrificed by the Immortal Fairy just now, he recognized them at a glance. They contained extremely majestic divine soul energy. And he immediately thought that although the Qianyuan Frost Divine Light was powerful, it had no power over the divine soul.
Energy attacks are ineffective.
Fairy Shumei should have arrived here long ago, and she naturally saw the power of Gong Meier's divine light.
With his knowledge, he immediately saw the shortcomings of the female cultivator Divine Light. Therefore, he took action and caught Gong Meier off guard.
If Huang Tingjian had not taken action, Gong Meier would have been a dead body at this moment.
At this moment, Gong Mei'er, although she already understood the reason why she was in danger just now, she still felt an unexplained fear in her heart towards the old woman in front of her who was in the early stage of Xuanling.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, I wonder if you can resist that female cultivator with your own strength?"
After hearing the middle-aged man's answer, the Immortal Fairy did not reply to him anymore. Instead, he suddenly turned his head, glanced at Qin Fengming, and asked directly.
Qin Fengming smiled slightly, and of course she understood what the Immortal Fairy meant, that is, facing two powerful Xuanling cultivators, she could only deal with this middle-aged man in the late Xuanling stage, and there was nothing she could do about the other female cultivator.
If Qin Fengming cannot resist, then he should invite a more powerful being to appear as soon as possible.
"As long as the fairy can resist Senior Huang, I can handle it. However, I had an appointment with Senior Huang just now. If I can last for a cup of tea under the female cultivator, Senior Huang will allow me to leave.
It's long past tea time now, I wonder if the bet senior made still counts?"
Qin Fengming felt at ease at the moment. As long as Fairy Shumei was confident that she could resist the middle-aged man whose performance made him fearful, he would be confident that he could resist the middle-aged female cultivator.
At worst, he would sacrifice the two puppets and work together to deal with the female cultivator.
"It's shameless words. If the old witch hadn't appeared, you would have perished a long time ago. Does the old witch rely on her old age and think she is really powerful?" After hearing Qin Fengming's words, Gong Meier, who had been silent, raised her eyebrows.
A word of anger was suddenly spoken.
As a powerful person in the middle stage of Xuanling, the female cultivator has repeatedly encountered obstacles today.
She failed to capture and kill the spiritual cultivator in front of her, and later she almost died in the hands of an early Xuanling cultivator. This was something he had never encountered before in the tens of thousands of years he had lived.
"A mere mid-level Xuan-level being dares to shout in front of me. Even if I haven't recovered my cultivation level at this moment, I would still have to raise my hand to kill you."
Hearing the female cultivator call her an old witch, the evil spirit burst out from Fairy Mo's body, her eyes were cold, she looked at the female cultivator, and said in a deep voice.
Fairy Shumei, from her name, is known to be an evil cultivator. She has always been cruel and cruel, and naturally has a strong evil aura in her body. As her cultivation gradually recovered, her original violence also gradually increased.
Suddenly she felt the aura of the old woman standing far away filling her body, and the female cultivator couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
She sensed a powerful coercive aura from the old woman in front of her. This kind of aura, she was convinced, should never appear on an early Xuanling monk.
Not only Gong Mei'er, but also Huang Tingjian felt the aura erupting from the old woman, and couldn't help but tremble in her heart. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes flickered.
"The previous agreement has been interrupted. If the agreement is to count, it needs to be re-timed. But now Huang wants to ask this fellow Taoist for advice. If fellow Taoist can defeat Huang and fulfill the previous agreement, of course it can be done."
The middle-aged man named Huang had a calm expression, showing no signs of anything strange. He glanced at Qin Fengming, pointed his finger at the fairy, and said.
"Hahaha, okay, I will agree to fight with you to see if the methods of the Xuan-level monks in the spiritual world have improved." Before Qin Fengming could speak, Fairy Shumei had already let out a horrifying laugh,
He agreed to what the middle-aged man said.
"Please!" The middle-aged man surnamed Huang stopped replying, and just nodded to the beautiful female cultivator beside him, then uttered the word "please" in his mouth, and in a flash, he was already more than ten miles away.
The battle in Xuanjie is enough to arouse the vitality of heaven and earth in a wide range. Therefore, they naturally do not want to influence each other.
"Junior, now that the old witch is no longer around, you will have to endure the tricks of this fairy." Seeing Fairy Shumei leaving quickly, Gong Meier's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she shouted with angry words.
Facing Qin Fengming, the female cultivator was so angry that she no longer planned to say anything. As she spoke, she placed her hand between Qin Fengming's eyebrows, and suddenly a blue light flashed out, and a rapid flute sound resounded.
On the spot, majestic energy surged, and a blue flute appeared in mid-air.
This female cultivator's natal possession turned out to be a flute.
Seeing the flute that was about ten feet long and as thick as a thigh floating in the air, Qin Fengming became wary.
Considering the flute as a natal magic weapon, it is enough to show that this female cultivator is extremely good at sonic attacks.
Thinking back to the middle-aged man who had his body blown away by him, Qin Fengming already understood that the Shuyi tribe where the female cultivator belonged was a tribe that was extremely good at sonic powers.
Seeing the opponent's magic weapon being sacrificed, Qin Fengming naturally would not lag behind. Without any hesitation, a small seal in his hand appeared above his head, a beast roar resounded, and Qiongqi's figure jumped into the air.
Red light flashed wildly, and four beastly roars with different sounds also appeared on the spot.