The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

As soon as Ouyang finished speaking, the entire square fell silent and fell into a deathly silence.

The leader of the elders, Xiang Fang, was heard by Dong Xuzi and did not make any move, but the disciples behind him were in a miserable state.

If you call me, I really don’t dare to agree.

Who knows if Ying Yi will be the first to answer the call?

Sure enough, in the eyes of Senior Brother Ouyang, is he still inferior to the two demons on Xiaofeng Mountain?

Regarding the sudden silence, Ouyang coughed awkwardly and said, "These paper figures were made by my junior brother with countless efforts. You may have seen them a few days ago, but I didn't have time to tell you the specific method of use. , I came here specifically to explain it today!”

Ouyang winked at Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng on the side reluctantly raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and countless paper figures flew towards the people in the square.

There is a paper figure standing in front of everyone, and no one is missing.

Not to mention all the inner disciples of Qingyun Sect, even the elders have one.

Dong Xuzi, who was sitting in the main hall, twitched his face and looked at the paper man in front of him. The boy actually made one for himself!

If he hadn't been Hu Yun's disciple, he would have had to chop him up with his own hands!

And the expressions on the faces of all the elders were equally wonderful. They who claimed to be great monks were actually beheaded by a junior without their knowledge!

They can clearly feel the obscure formation from the paper man, and the paper man in front of them is vaguely connected to it!

There is no doubt that absolute witchcraft has come down!

The expression on Leng Qingsong's face, who was holding the sword coldly, became even more livid, because there was also a paper man standing in front of him!

"It seems that someone is very dissatisfied with the position of my second senior brother? After returning, I should ask Chen Changsheng if he has any opinions on his senior brother!" Leng Qingsong, holding the sword, thought secretly in his heart. road.

Ouyang looked at the empty space in front of him with satisfaction. It seems that Chang Sheng had a conscience and did not put a curse on himself!

Then Ouyang said with a smile: "This is a good treasure. Everyone wants one!"

Who the hell wants this kind of thing!

Everyone was glaring at Chen Changsheng who was on top of the main hall, but Chen Changsheng seemed not to notice the countless glances directed at him.

If sight could kill, I am afraid that Chen Changsheng would have been beaten countless times!

"Does it feel like my junior brother is giving everyone here a thumbs down? I actually asked him to do this!" Ouyang's voice suddenly sounded.

Chen Changsheng's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that his senior brother would take everything on him. He was just about to refute Ouyang's words.

Ouyang turned his head slightly and just glanced at Chen Changsheng, which silenced the formation master who had no scruples in causing trouble in the Qingyun Sect a few days ago.

After hearing Ouyang's words, everyone's eyes moved from Chen Changsheng to Ouyang.

Ouyang had a faint smile on his face, and Ouyang, who was calm and composed, looked at the people in the audience without any evasion.

Finally, Xingfeng’s brothers couldn’t help but ask:

"May I ask, Senior Brother Ouyang, what does this mean? Is it possible that our friendship as brothers and sisters is just a show on occasion?"

On every hilltop there are senior brothers whom Ouyang knows. On weekdays, Ouyang would either visit this hilltop or go to that hilltop to have a meal.

No one would have thought that Ouyang would actually admit that he did it!

Ouyang nodded and affirmed again: "That's right, I'm right down there!"

When all the inner disciples looked at Senior Brother Ouyang, whom they regarded as their confidant, they looked disappointed.

Ouyang spoke again and said softly: "But this is not the so-called spell, witchcraft, or lowering the head, but a paper substitute!"

"Paper substitute?"

Just when everyone was puzzled, Ouyang raised his hand, and a stream of true energy came out of his dantian, turning into a true rain that enveloped the entire square.

The paper man in front of everyone present had a drop of true energy soaked into it. When the true energy entered the paper man, the paper man seemed to come alive and surrounded everyone.

This paper man has changed the illusion that made his heart palpitate just now, and now he feels at ease when he looks at it.

The worshiping elders of each peak looked at the beating paper figures in front of them with surprised expressions. The power of the witchcraft on the paper figures in front of them actually became full of life under the influence of that drop of true energy!

And this paper man can be regarded as a clone of himself, and even the elders enshrined in the peaks did not see its magical effect for a while!

When all the paper figures were covered, Ouyang took back his hand and said with a smile: "This is the ultimate purpose of this paper figure. Blessing the paper figures can be a blessing to all the fellow disciples, uncles, brothers and sisters here. We blocked a fatal attack!"

As soon as Ouyang finished speaking, he once again caused an uproar. When he looked at the paper man in front of him, his eyes suddenly became hot. If it is true as Ouyang said, then the paper man's head in front of him is a life-saving magic weapon!

Even the elders and worshipers from various peaks have never seen this special magic weapon!

Ouyang said confidently: "Don't you believe it? Qingsong, come here!"

Leng Qingsong was looking at the paper man in front of him in surprise when he suddenly heard his brother calling him and quickly walked to Ouyang.

Ouyang stretched out his hand and said: "Give me the sword in your hand!"

A sword cultivator's sword is more important than a sword cultivator's life, how could he give it to others so easily?

But if it's an older brother...

Leng Qingsong handed Ouyang the long sword that he never left his hand without any hesitation.

Ouyang took the sword, raised his hand and drew the sword, cutting it in the middle towards Leng Qingsong.

Leng Qingsong's expression didn't change, he remained motionless, watching helplessly as his brother swung his sword towards him one after another.

He knew very well that his brother would not harm him!

Sure enough, Ouyang slashed Leng Qingsong with the head of his sword. In full view of everyone, the long sword in Ouyang's hand clearly cut through Leng Qingsong's body in the middle.

But nothing happened to Leng Qingsong, and the paper man floating behind Leng Qingsong suddenly broke into two pieces!

Ouyang smiled and put away the sword and returned it to Leng Qingsong. He patted Leng Qingsong's shoulder before turning around and looking at everyone again and said: "If you still don't believe it, you can go back and try it, but if you try it, it will be gone! This treasure only has This is your chance!”

After everyone listened to Ouyang's words, when they looked at the paper man in front of them again, they immediately put it away as if they had found a treasure!

Who can guarantee that on the journey of cultivating immortality, we will not suddenly encounter any unexpected events?

With this insurance, at least I can save myself from dying once, which is really important!

Even the elders of each peak had to keep their own paper figures close to their bodies. When they looked at Chen Changsheng again, a satisfied expression appeared on their faces.

Many inner disciples looked at Chen Changsheng eagerly and guiltily.

I actually misunderstood this senior brother who worked so hard to make a life-saving magic weapon for me!

Damn myself!

Ouyang looked at the Qingyun Sect who were instantly reversed, but they had bribed the entire sect with just a few thousand true Yuan points.

Nine Holy Lands?

Aren’t they just a bunch of bumpkins who haven’t seen much of the world?