Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

The person who came was naturally Wang Junsheng's cheap master, Brother Han Yi.

Although he said before that he would retreat for three days and gave Wang Junsheng the elixir, he still couldn't feel at ease with Wang Junsheng, a new apprentice, and had been paying attention to Wang Junsheng's every move with his spiritual sense. As long as Wang Junsheng ran out of Luoxia Taoist Temple, he would be able to perceive it.

Brother Han Yi couldn't find out that time before, just because Wang Junsheng didn't want him to find out. If he wanted Brother Han Yi to find out in his heart, he also has that ability, which can be said to be completely under his control.

Therefore, today, he completely exposed his true energy. When he passed through the formation, Brother Han Yi had already firmly landed his spiritual consciousness on Wang Junsheng. This is the reason why students should pretend to be cute in front of those who are being controlled.

Wang Junsheng always knew that this monk Han Yi accepted him as an apprentice because of his own bad thoughts, but both of them had their own thoughts, neither of them was a good person, and there was no one who betrayed the other. Students are also happy to be free, and can use this to plan their own plans.

Cultivator Han Yi was full of impatience, and he didn't even look at the disciples of the Yingluo Dao Academy who were thrown three feet away because of his true energy, but asked Wang Junsheng with a little displeasure. "Who allowed you to come out?"

Wang Junsheng saluted respectfully, and looked straight at Brother Han Yi with admiration. "Master, I practiced for a whole night, but I didn't understand anything, so I thought that I would come to see my friends, maybe I could understand something, but I never thought that when I came to this place, I would be attacked by my brothers and sisters."

Brother Han Yi obviously still couldn't rest assured, and asked suspiciously: "How do you know your friend is here?"

"On that day, Luo Zhuoqing was selected by monk Wuli, and they flew in the southwest. I thought it was not far from Luoxia Taoist Temple, so I decided to try my luck." Wang Junsheng explained seriously.

Brother Han Yi was stunned for a moment, thinking that this disciple was really observant.He was a little worried that his expression was too ferocious and would be suspected by him, so he immediately relaxed his face, and said with a slightly cold face: "Cultivation depends on the individual, how can you think of asking for help from others? Don't do that next time."

"Yes, Master." Wang Junsheng agreed without any hesitation.

Cultivator Han Yi was satisfied with this, and was about to take Wang Junsheng to leave, but was entangled by the monk who had already got up behind him.They said expressionlessly: "Anyone who trespasses on Yingluo Taoist Temple will be executed!"

After being palmed by monk Han Yi, they should not be able to get up, but now, not only did they get up, but they also seemed to be unhindered.

This weird feeling made Luo Zhuoqing, the only one present who didn't know the truth, feel a chill in the back of his head.He fell to the ground, always feeling that the temperature on the ground was so cold that it penetrated.

Brother Han Yi was full of sarcasm. "This cultivator of comprehension is really not afraid of anything. He even let these disciples out to patrol the mountains. He acted recklessly." He didn't want to get entangled with these ants, so he slapped them again.

This palm was considered to be half of his strength, but it was more than enough to deal with these disciples who couldn't even move their hearts. It can be said that he aimed at killing them with this palm.

Those disciples whose minds had been controlled didn't know what it meant to dodge, so they confronted the palm head-on.The violent wind swept by, and the bodies of those disciples collided with it instantly, and were sucked into it by the wind.

The storm rolled all the way, and finally swept out the disciples inside heavily, hitting the ground.

The entire bodies of those disciples were thrown down like debris, without a trace of mercy.

And after their bodies convulsed for a while, they finally stopped moving.

Luo Zhuoqing's eyes widened, his body trembling with his hands propped up, and his feet couldn't move.

Wang Junsheng watched this scene coldly from the bottom of his heart, but his face was full of surprise.

"Let's go back to Luoxia Taoist Temple." Brother Han Yi turned his eyes, which were still filled with cruelty.

"Who allowed you to go?!" A voice of fury suddenly came from above the sky, echoing in the sky.

In the sky above, a Jindan cultivator in a black Taoist robe stood on his imperial sword, with a kind of hatred in his eyes. "How dare you hurt my apprentice, Brother Han Yi, should you give me an explanation?"

"Brother Wuli, you lunatic who loves apprentices and becomes sick." Brother Han Yi frowned, his mood was extremely bad.

In this Blood Martial League, almost all Golden Core cultivators know that this comprehension cultivator in front of him is a guy who loves apprentices and becomes sick. Although he controls all his apprentices with pills, he still allows them to do whatever they want.

I heard that there was a Golden Core cultivator from the Blood Martial League who once saw that comprehension cultivator curling hair for one of his disciples who had lost their sanity. That scene was in the middle of the night, with a faint green light illuminating their faces. Cultivator Li's pretty face was stained with a trace of crimson, and the corner of his mouth provoked a charming smile, which was really strange.

"Crazy? Everyone in the world is crazy. Even if I am crazy, I am much better than you lunatics." A killing intent flashed in the eyes of Brother Wuli, and he rushed towards Brother Han Yi.

Brother Han Yi didn't want to show weakness here, so he immediately raised his hand to meet the enemy.

Both of them are monks at the Golden Core level. Although the cultivation level of Wuli monks is a little lower than him, and they don't want to have enmity with monks from other monasteries on weekdays, but once they encounter something about their own disciples, they will be rejected by their relatives. .

There used to be an unwritten rule among the Jindan monks that they would never kill the apprentices of the enlightened monks.

It's a pity that Brother Han Yi has always felt that Brother Wuli has fallen into the path of madness, and he doesn't like what he does. It would be good if those disciples under his command who were controlled by the elixir didn't hurt his disciples today, but those ants are Injured, this is no longer a matter between their apprentices, but a matter of his face as a Golden Core cultivator.

If Brother Wuli didn't let him go, how could these controlled puppets ride on the head of his Luoxia Taoist disciples?

Cultivator Wuli became addicted to being an apprentice, and Cultivator Han Yi became ill because of his face. This is something that is commonly recognized by the Golden Core Cultivators of the Blood Martial Alliance.

A good apprentice with a good face, if he becomes an opponent, it will be a terrible battle.

Both of them didn't hide their strength, but fired with full firepower.

Cultivator Han Yi originally had dual spiritual roots of wind and soil, and he was considered a rare talent in the Blood Martial Alliance, so he was much better than the comprehension monk with three spiritual roots.

His Taoist robe fluttered and fell from the eaves of the building to the eaves on the other side.The Wuli cultivator behind him kept chasing after him, releasing the wood-type Taoism in his hand, trying to entangle it with heavy branches.

Cultivator Han Yi sneered all over, but with just one palm, all the combos of Cultivator Wuli were resolved.

Brother Wuli was resentful in his heart, completely disregarding the friendship of the same family, and took out the talisman from his mustard space with a wave of his hands.The talismans scattered and all rushed towards him.

Cultivator Han Yi's complexion changed, a pure light appeared on the palm of his hand, and the wind immediately surrounded him.

Brother Wuli smiled arrogantly. "This game has been decided."

Brother Han Yi's face changed when he heard that, and the spell on the talisman finally appeared clearly in front of his eyes. It was actually an extremely powerful spell in the fire system. If it was blocked by wind, it would definitely cause a big fire. , the scorching flames were burning fiercely, and Mount Britannica was likely to be completely burned up in the flames.

He quickly sealed the wind element Taoism into the palm of his hand, but it was too late, the big fireballs had already gathered in the wind to form a big fireball that could erode a hundred miles around, and smashed towards him.

The pupils dilated, and the fire ball was already close in front of his eyes.He suddenly built a wall of earth, trying to wrap the fire ball inside, reducing the scope of casualties caused by the fire ball.

The sky collapsed, the flames erupted, and the earth wall wrapped it inside. The figure of Brother Han Yi was unknown.

Wang Junsheng was in a good mood, looking at the scene in front of him and fell into a sigh.This scene is really gorgeous.

Luo Zhuoqing was so frightened that he almost forgot to blink, the scene in front of him was beyond his expectation.He couldn't believe it at all, but within half a stick of incense, Yingluo Taoist Temple had completely changed.

The fire ball wrapped by the earth wall suddenly fell to the ground, and the earth wall almost completely contained the dense fire ball, leaving only sparks.

Under the light of the fire, Brother Wuli's beautiful face was full and moving, and there was a trace of uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, and even his slender body trembled a little.

The earthen wall collapsed, and the fire had already dissipated. Inside, a middle-aged man in a red robe with a tattered Taoist robe walked out.

His complexion was extremely cold, and he felt resentful for this defeat.He raised his palm slightly, and the dull color in his palm had already appeared.

That rich true energy rose from his whole body, enveloping his whole body, and the dull brilliance slowly absorbed it.

There was a sudden flash of dark light in his hand, and the cracked ground suddenly lifted layer after layer of soil, rolling towards the cultivator of comprehension.

The Wuli cultivator just shot those talismans, and he has already used up all his true energy. Those talismans are already amazingly effective, and he is not a monk of the fire system, so naturally, the use of the talismans is even more labor-intensive.

Now, he is just a weakling.

With hatred on his face, he lost his voice and said: "You are all inhuman! Even puppets are still human! You are a group of lunatics, perverts, and disqualified people!"

Cultivator Han Yi only felt that he had been insulted, and the true energy in his hands became even more rampant.

It can be seen that the soil layer is about to cover the Wuli cultivator and get sucked into the ground...

"Stop!" A loud voice came from the air, and Brother Han Yi's whole body shook, but his subordinates couldn't stop it anymore.

A thunderbolt struck, breaking the soil layer in half.The soil collapsed and finally returned to calm.

An old Taoist, dressed in white, appeared above the fault in the soil layer, looking coldly at everyone present with a fierce and irrefutable aura.

Cultivator Han Yi's face froze, "Sect Master..."