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What Yan Jingchen said was right. When the White Kunlun Order came out, Murong Yanyan did not let go of the news, and when she learned that Yan Jingchen and Tong Wu had become a Taoist couple, she was very angry and jealous. It's just that he couldn't do anything because of his body, so he could only vent his anger on Cuihuan.

Murong Yanyan avoided the serious and ignored Yan Jingchen's question, but instead asked him, do you plan to start a fight here?

Yan Jingchen said arrogantly: "Why not? What's wrong?"

"The statute of the martial arts conference stipulates that before the official start of the competition, no one is allowed to fight in private." Murong Yanyan has not shown up these days, but it turns out that she is not indifferent to the martial arts conference.

"Who said that I came to participate in the martial arts competition in a serious way? Who told you that my Kunlun faction is going to kill people in the competition?" Yan Jingchen turned the Ruoshui sword into a sword flower, and silver light flew in the room, shaking people Dazed, "Yan is worried that there will be no reason to provoke Nanming Palace, but the master of Murong Palace is considerate, and will give pillows when he sees someone dozing off."

After all, Yan Jingchen didn't care about 21, he raised his sword and went up.

Yan Jingchen's cultivation is really high. He has passed the stage of breaking Yuan long ago. Now that he has consolidated for hundreds of years, it is hard to say whether he has reached the realm of Feng Qiong, but looking at the current cultivation world, no one can beat him. One hand, and possibly no more than three...

Murong Yanyan didn't expect Yan Jingchen to strike suddenly, and narrowly dodged Yan Jingchen's Yuanshen sword, who knew that there was another sword intent coming in the oblique stab, so she avoided it, her delicate skin and tender face were covered Draw a bloodstain.

"My face!" Murong Yanyan suddenly screamed when she felt her face turning cold, "Yan Jingchen, you and I have no grievances, why do you spoil my good deeds over and over again!"

"Why do you spoil your good deeds? Then I have to ask what you have done! I let Nanming Temple play for more than two hundred years, and you don't know how to cherish it. You dare to move your mind to Xiaowu. Today I The Nanming Palace must be turned into ruins!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic. The grievances between the Nanming and Kunlun families, others certainly did not want to be implicated. Taoist Sanmiao took the lead in leading the disciples to retreat, and other sects and casual cultivators followed suit.

Yan Jingchen and Murong Yanyan tried two tricks, they didn't take advantage of it, and there was no sign of losing, but they had some doubts in their hearts.

At this moment, Elder Xuangui and other elders of the Nanming Palace who were stunned by Yan Jingchen's sudden attack finally came to their senses. Seeing that their own palace master was at a disadvantage, they immediately raised their voices and wanted to join the battle.

Ziqing saw that they were going to do that shameless thing with many enemies, so he waved his hands and shouted: "What are you looking at, fight!"

These words seemed to press a certain switch, Tan Xin and Hong Sui reacted, and jumped up to block the elders.

Tong Wu didn't expect the scene to turn out like this. He looked around and measured his combat strength, and found that he couldn't beat any of them.

It's true that when the book is used up, I hate less. At this time, I feel that I still lack some hard work in my daily practice.

Tan Xin and the others dealt with the elders of the Kunlun faction, Yan Jingchen was naturally at ease, so he tried his best to deal with Murong Yanyan. After five or six moves, he saw that Murong Yanyan was more and more unable to stop his own offensive. For some reason, he was still pretending.

At this time, Ruo Shui Jian had already reached its peak state, and as soon as Yan Jingchen moved his mind, her sword intent followed.

Seeing that the sword was about to stab Murong Yanyan again, suddenly out of the corner of Yan Jingchen's eyes, he saw a person rushing towards him. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he never thought that the person was going straight towards the overwhelming soft sword intent of the weak water sword Going away, there were a few chi chis in an instant, and the man was scratched with more than a dozen cuts.

"Eh..." The man's cry of pain was suppressed, Yan Jingchen took a closer look, and found that this person was actually the female monk who came out with Murong Yanyan in her arms, and her name seemed to be Cuihuan.

"You..." Yan Jingchen was stunned, he had no intention of hurting this female monk.

Cuihuan blocked Yan Jingchen's sword, and immediately pushed Murong Yanyan with all her strength, "Master... run away..." After speaking, she stopped Yan Jingchen and begged him not to kill Murong Yanyan.

Yan Jingchen naturally wouldn't listen to her, and summoned Ziqing, asking him to take a good look at Cuihuan.

Hearing this, Ziqing pushed the elder she was dealing with to Tan Xin, ran to Cuihuan to check her condition, took out another pill and forced her to swallow it, and then said to Yan Jingchen: "Skin injuries are not a problem. , but senior brother, you were so ruthless that you almost beat her to death, what kind of grudge is there?"

"It wasn't her that I wanted to hit." Murong Yanyan, unexpectedly someone was willing to lose their life for her.

Yan Jingchen's sword intent did not hinder Cuihuan's skin trauma, but he is a sword cultivator who is about to seal the sky after breaking the yuan. It is conceivable that his strength is so great. The sword intent that should have been illusory has long been concretized. It collided with Cuihuan's soul, shaking her soul and almost leaving her body, causing her soul to become unstable.

Being so delayed by Cuihuan, Murong Yanyan had already run to the side of the hall, trying to escape from the corridor.

Yan Jingchen was furious now, and he said "get her done" to Ziqing, and started to chase in the direction of the corridor.

Ziqing had no choice but to take out another pill from the kit and stuffed it into Cuihuan's mouth. Knowing that she was stubborn and refused to take it, she repeated the same trick, piercing a piece of true essence through Cuihuan's back vest, attracting Walk down with the pill.

Cuihuan: "Let go of me!" Her mouth was covered, and she could not speak clearly.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go until you're all right, senior brother will kill me." As she spoke, Ziqing adjusted the posture of supporting Cuihuan and let her lie down with her lap on her head, "although the posture It's a bit weird, but it shouldn't affect your breath adjustment, and the pill will dissolve soon, otherwise you'll just wait for your soul to fly away!"

Cuihuan stared at Ziqing for a few seconds, seeing that his attitude was also very firm, she closed her eyes in despair and began to adjust her breath.

Seeing her surrender, Ziqing also heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, he didn't care whether the female cultivator was dead or alive. What he cared about was whether he would be killed by his senior brother for incompetence.

Because of taking care of Cuihuan, Ziqing couldn't get out of the fight to participate in the fight. Besides, he also knew that he was only slightly higher than Tongwu in terms of combat effectiveness, so it would be more useful to watch the battle from behind without causing trouble.

Tong Wu didn't know when he got close to Ziqing and asked him how Cuihuan was doing.

"I was accidentally injured by my senior brother and almost lost my soul. I gave her a calming pill, which can barely stabilize her three souls and seven souls. The rest depends on her own luck."

"Oh..." Tong Wu nodded, he didn't think Cuihuan was a bad person, and he didn't want her life to be in danger.

The two Zhan Wuzang squatted in the corner with a half-cripple, watching Tan Xin, Hong Sui, and Master Kong Yuan fighting against the eight elders of the Nanming Temple. They were so interested that they almost ordered some Guazi Cola popcorn.

Three to eight, three to eight.

Tong Wu quietly laughed out loud because of his strange imagination, Zi Qing asked him what he was laughing at, but he refused to say it again.

"Tch... brother and sister-in-law are really stingy..."

"It's just gossip, I have a big brain, don't mind."

"..."

"By the way, where did your senior brother go?" Tong Wu looked around but did not see Yan Jingchen.

"He's gone after Murong Yanyan. Let me tell you, don't go looking for him! Don't leave my line of sight. If something goes wrong, senior brother will tear me apart!"

Tong Wu gave Ziqing a contemptuous look, "Look at your bullying little sample."

Ziqing's face was filled with anger immediately, and he felt aggrieved in his heart. Among the senior brothers and sisters, he was the youngest and the oldest was bullied. This new brother and sister-in-law don't know how to be considerate. Isn't it fun to expose him all day long?In this world, can you still be a good junior? Is there anyone who loves a young junior? It's not fair!

While speaking, Tan Xin made a strange seal with his hands, and then swiped in the air, and a strange spell was thrown out, immediately overturning the three elders who wanted to besiege him to the ground.

"Damn it! This trick is awesome!" Tong Wu couldn't help applauding. Tan Xin's ability to draw talismans in the void has always been the height he wanted to achieve.

"What's so awesome? Tan Xin has only used [-]% of his strength. He has even more powerful ones that you haven't seen before."

"Worse? Let's hear it." Tong Wu asked curiously.

This time it was time for Ziqing to show off, he snorted arrogantly: "I won't tell you."

Tong Wu: "..."

Only then did the boy Tongwu know what it meant to be self-inflicted, and just now it was his turn to be suffocated by curiosity.

The three elders who were overthrown by Tan Xin were the last among the eight elders in the Nanming Temple. Two of them were thrown so hard that they couldn't stand upright, and only one recovered and rushed towards Tan Xin again.

In fact, Murong Yanyan had already slipped away, and she didn't know what they were fighting for...

The sixth-ranked elder yelled and rushed towards Tan Xin. Tong Wu knew that this elder was nothing to look at, so he stared at Tan Xin, only to see his right hand twirling fancy, before Tong Wu could see clearly. How did he do it? He saw a few balls of black things shoot out from his palm, piercing through the limbs and joints of the rushing elder.

This move was ruthless enough, the Great Elder immediately lost his fighting power and rushed to the street.

Zi Qing, who had known Tan Xin for a long time, saw this move for the first time, and opened her mouth in surprise, and saw that when the elder fell down, he dropped a lot of gold, silver and jade objects, accompanied by two or three magic weapons that were not bad. , and blurted out involuntarily: "Damn it! Can you beat this old man and explode his equipment? Luxurious bosses are waiting for you to fight, pick up the dragon-slaying sword in a second, where is the greasy senior sister!?"

Tong Wu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, what the hell is this!

Hong Sui is also strong in fighting power. The woman's body is more flexible than the man's. It is very interesting to turn and move the elders around.

At this time, Ziqing took out two pills and threw them over. Tan Xin and Hong Sui each took one, threw them into their mouths without looking at them, chewed and swallowed them.

"What did you feed them?"

"Replenishment pills."

"Oh, take some medicine..."

"How do you know everything? Wait, where is Master Kongyuan?" Ziqing also wanted to throw one to Kongyuan, but after looking for it, he found that he had grabbed the two elders at some point, and the staff crushed them. As he spoke, he himself sat cross-legged, murmuring, not knowing what he was talking about.

In fact, the two people under the pressure of the staff are the masters of the two Nanming disciples in the previous 1v1 exhibition match. Elder, can this poor monk teach you to recite the mantra of rebirth?"

That tone was like asking someone to drink this bowl of chicken soup for the soul.