Meng Zhang, who was refining elixirs nearby, couldn't bear to listen and interrupted: "Junior sister, stop talking, Li Yang is not that kind of person."
Her eyes were moist, and her face was full of anxiety and incomprehension: "We have only known each other for a few days, why are you all talking to her?"
"That's right. It's not enough to run alone. She even took Shang Qi and ran away with her."
The person who spoke was a male sword cultivator from the Hidden God Sect, with a very bad expression on his face, as if he wanted to curse: "It means you fools believe her."
The Hidden God Sect is not weak in strength, but it is always beaten down in the competition. It has been crowded for thousands of years and has not been able to squeeze into the ranks of the five sects.
After every competition, the top five sects will receive generous rewards, while the Yin Shen Sect, the sixth and sixth sect of Ten Thousand Years, will get nothing and spend a lot of spiritual stones to sign up. Over time, most of the sect's disciples Yun Meng want to Squeeze into five cases.
Yufeng Sect, which had the smallest number of people this year, became their target.
Another person said: "Lou Qi is a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. He has been using the excuse of maintaining a defensive formation to avoid going out to fight. I think he, like Li Yang, is a lackey of the Blood Tribe, and he is here to act for us."
Fang Yizhou frowned and stared at Feng Yao without blinking: "You think so too?"
The girl in pink pursed her lips slightly and nodded: "She is..."
"She's not." Ning Shiyan, who had been silent, spoke up.
The image of the boy's obedient boy is easy for people to ignore. He is also very socially anxious and squats in a small corner and stays there.
Only then did she blush slightly and stand up: "Junior sister is not a traitor. She must have her own reasons for doing this."
Only then did everyone discover him.
"Is there another one from the Wind Control Sect?"
"Haha, it's Ning Shiyan, this good-for-nothing, who was abandoned by his companions!"
"Except for him, there are exactly five people left in Yufeng Sect who can teleport."
"You still believe her at this time? Your junior sister ran away with your senior brother. They don't want you anymore."
Ning Shiyan shook his fingertips, quickly took out a few ingredients from the mustard bag, kneaded them together flexibly, and threw them over.
What everyone saw was a flash of light.
When the light and shadow dissipated, the person who talked the most put a small ball in his mouth and flew out to the side and back in an extremely exaggerated manner.
When his feet left the ground, the ball exploded in his mouth.
It wasn't fatal, but he lost all his teeth.
A sword cultivator at the Golden Core Stage had all his teeth chipped away.
Everyone's discussion suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Ning Shiyan.
His face was red with anxiety, his eyes were also red, he clenched his fists tightly, and said with a super fierce look, "You are not allowed to slander my junior sister."
Luo Qingyang's hands shook and he said to himself in disbelief: "Seven seconds... the weapon is ready..."
Weapon repair has always been known as the most useless profession. Its combat effectiveness is low. The materials required to refine spiritual weapons are expensive and rare, and the refining time is long.
Alchemy cultivators can refine elixirs on the battlefield while being protected, but few weapon cultivators can do this. They have to refine a single spiritual weapon for several days. By the time the spiritual weapon is finished, the battle will be over long ago.
But every profession has its own meaning of existence. The weapon cultivator used to be the most prosperous on the continent. The sword cultivator’s sword, the alchemy cultivator’s alchemy furnace, the talisman cultivator’s pens and rune paper, the music cultivator’s musical instruments, and the ghost cultivator’s soul. Bell... Each of these treasures was once made by craftsmen.
In order to allow some weapon cultivators to be effective on the battlefield, a great master once developed a technique for quickly refining weapons, and made it available to all weapon cultivators to learn for free and unconditionally.
But after thousands of years, the number of people who can learn this trick can be counted on one hand.
Luo Qingyang swallowed. There was an elder in their sect who was a weapon cultivator. He had been practicing for so many years but he never said he could make a spiritual weapon within seven seconds.
The somewhat explosive boy in front of him may not be average in strength.
The atmosphere was quiet for several seconds.
The man spit out the spiritual weapon in his mouth, along with his own teeth. He became angry and pointed at Ning Shiyan inarticulately and cursed: "Everyone saw it, he wants to attack me, he must have been convinced by me. .”
Ning Shiyan tightened his fists to hide his fatigue.
The prerequisite for making a weapon in three seconds is to move quickly enough and have enough mental strength. This move consumes spiritual energy in an exaggerated way. He hasn't practiced it yet, so he can only use it this time.
Just as he was thinking of a solution, Meng Zhang put out the fire in the alchemy furnace.
The fat little black man was full of energy: "Why are you arguing? If you argue again I won't make elixirs. Anyway, I didn't get the blood poison. Let's see who dies faster."
They could bully Ning Shiyan, but at this life and death moment, no one dared to bully Meng Zhang.
The young man pulled Ning Shiyan behind him: "Just wait here. If any of them dare to come over, I will burn them with elixir fire."
After threatening the outsiders, he added in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, the truth will be revealed when Li Yang comes back."
Ning Shiyan's pupils froze for a moment, his expression dull, and then he returned to his harmless and obedient self.
"Senior Brother Meng, why are you protecting him?" Feng Yao still didn't understand.
Just when he was about to say something more, Fang Yizhou shouted in a low voice: "That's enough."
He looked at Feng Yao with a bit more disappointment.
"The first lesson for disciples of the five sects is to avoid civil strife when jointly resisting foreign enemies. Everything you learned was eaten by dogs?"
"..." The girl finally stopped her voice and stood there helplessly, tears falling continuously.
Fang Yizhou glanced at Ning Shiyan: "Sorry."
After saying these two words, he went to Luo Qingyang's side and ran the rebirth technique again.
Only then did everyone realize that Luo Qingyang was injured, the skin and flesh on his body were cracked, and blood fell on the soles of his feet, almost forming a small pool.
The man smiled slightly gratefully at Fang Yizhou, and then looked at everyone expressionlessly.
"I'm not very good at it." He stated the facts generously: "The defensive formation that only lasted for a while has become like this. Do you still remember how long Lou Qi lasted?"
Everyone who asked the question bowed their heads.
It wasn't that Lou Qi didn't fight, but that he was held back by them in order to hold up the defensive formation.
At that time, the man officially joined the battlefield.
The first time he was dragged flying by his junior sister, he was completely confused.
Lou Qi waved his hand and knocked down a crow, and said helplessly: "What do you want me to do?"
Li Yang approached the battlefield and looked around: "Can you create an isolation formation later? I'll find a way to gather the four people from the vampire clan together, and then you block them and don't let them escape."
He hesitated.
Then he replied: "Yes, three seconds."
The formation can only last three seconds.
"That's enough." Li Yang put down the bag in front of the battlefield and whispered: "The teleportation talisman can be teleported in two seconds."
He suddenly understood and stared at Li Yang strangely: "Do you want to..."
A flock of crows flew towards them.
Li Yang made a silent gesture: "Don't let them overhear."
Those crows are fed with the flesh and blood of the Vampire people. When they come out of the Vampire young master's body, what they hear can be heard by the Vampire tribe's young master.
A bolt of fire split straight from the front, driving away the crows and leaving a clear path.
Zhuang Churan arrived later.
The moment she saw Li Yang appear on the battlefield, she had a premonition and asked softly: "Do you need help?"
